Thursday, November 06, 2008

Barack Obama, Young Jeezy, Hip Hop & Wesley Gibson

Wesley Gibson said...
DV,
Had to leave the country for this one. The stress was getting to me. Coming back to America today was like coming back to a new country. Back home for the first time. This was the song in my head...


My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home, and daddy's still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay? Let's go!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night
I don't know what you fishin for but catch you a great white
Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails
Who knew what came with jail, who knew what came with prison
Just cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician?
Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminal?

I say and I quote, "We need a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict
Be all you be, now don't that sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo
It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggas, I'm winnin in California
Winnin in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama, on my way to Sevana

I said I woke up this morning, headache this big
Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids
Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos
Love me some spinach dip, I'm addicted to Houston's
And if the numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston
An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It's all love Bun, I'm forgivin you Pimp C
You know how the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven he'd tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I have been BANGIN' this shit, since Tuesday night!

Anonymous said...

"and then he cheated in florida, does that make him a seminal (sp?)"

is it me or does this line make no goddamn sense at all?! i swear we giving some of these rap cats way too much rope. can rakim please, please come back and show these amateurs how its done...

pd3 said...

Actually, anonymous, It's a metaphor that you didn't get. Last year, almost the entire Florida State SEMINOLES football team was busted for academic cheating.

"and then he cheated in florida, does that make him a seminole?"

Make sense now?

Anonymous said...

You beat me to it PD. Sevana is misspelled also, s/b Savannah as in "aint no play in" GA... at least to my knowledge.

KP

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