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messy marv & san quinn - presidential lyrics

san quinn:
yeah yeah it’s 1998 b-tch, the beginning of a new era
presidential records the network you better peep it
it’s frisco sh-t

group chorus intro:
we do or die for this sh-t ride for this clique
presidential
we do or die for the sh-t ride for this clique
brothers with the gold dentures

verse 1: messy marv:

a turf nominee in the ghetto star grammy’s
thug celebrity in these california alleys
a living legacy on the corners up in cali
remember me you might have seen me at the banny’s
you heard of me from new orleans to miami
memphis, tennessee, kc to silicon valley
put me in your mally i knock a chip off your candy
from the o’s up to mac block p-ss wild eyes by the valley
up through page street n-e-t
i be the m-e double s-y i’m so fly, my-my-my
i do or die for this sh-t ride for this sh-t
the presidential sh-t, beyatch

verse 2: sky balla:

coppin c0ke from colombians
11 for ki wrapped tight a thousand grams
so i calculate my profit and my pockets fat
been a ballin young n-gga ever since way back
as i play my position counting benjamins
i’m a fly rich gentlemen living elegant
i’m bout my fetti i used to be a straight up fool
hit the gambling shack everyday after school
i used to shake em and then i break em
stackin my paper in the game
don’t nothing change but the playaz
but now i peep the streets cuz they watching
i lay low money i’m clockin

verse 3:
million dollar sh-t me and my clique we drop lugs
the network you know that we live we all thugs
billion dollar voices black rolls royces and benzos
we send hoes cover our pimping with tight flows
n0body knows what really goes on in fillmoe
diamonds and fine b-tches we be running the show
infatuated with dope, good cot and sports cars
solid gold grill with the open face top bars
we all stars and ghetto celebs who pull l1cks
me and diamond grill d we get mexicans for kicks
street politics locking it down state to state
give us g’s plus a motherf-ckin platinum plate

verse 4:
well n-gga one snitch and two and three f-ck four
and run to the five six seven and got eight but a nina roll
you shoulda known it’d be tension when you f-ckin
with some soldiers window jackin revenge
he was ripping off the dojia
i done told ya there’s some money hungry savages
up in these streets and a dirty n-gga a do anything
to make his end’s meet
trying to survive playing these inner city games
and since it ain’t no rules keep one in the chamber mayne
kicking philosophies like socrates
puttin it your face step into the kitchen so you can get a taste
but this sh-t was a bit too hot
you shouldn’t have ever touched the pot
gotta feed em 16 shots with the beam of my glock
it don’t stop setting up shop
for me and my comrades hit the block
hit the drop h8-6 jag i see them jealous eyes
so i got to get that techno any d-mn thing
for my motherf-cking come up

verse 5:

you know we comin with that live sh-t
we arrive with i organize with down and -n-lyze it
my plots to rob em still conniving with n-ggas i mob with
for years cops try to sabotage my peers criminal careers
that’s how we live in the western addition
my coalition be the best in the business plus relentless
i’m successful livin up to the image
in a 4-2-zero windows tinted on twenty inches
some live sh-t you’d be surprised what i survived
that’s why thug n-ggas and k!llas is all i ride wit
it’s my clique and we be on some do or die sh-t
we hide hits stack chips

verse 6:

i’m trying to live major nice
believe me man i done paid the price
suffered from my share of them sleepless nights
cr-pped out on life like hittin three on the dice
no steak on my plate just beans and rice
running from the vice trying to flip some ice
down on my luck trying to plot the heist
so much sh-t i had to sacrifice
growing up in the bay area
where wrong is right and we carry a
gat for the night just as well as the day
i didn’t make it that way but that’s the way of the bay
you’d be a fool if you think the whole sco is g-y
cuz it’s full of n-ggas like me after pay
playaz pimping hoes selling o’s of yay
comin up with new hustles everyday
that’s everyday

verse 7: san quinn:

this is double i never bubble just enough to get by
constantly hustle stay outta trouble so i get high
n-ggas trying to flip pies i’m invested in our corporation
presidential elected the illest across the nation
rejected the suckas with they false [?]
wishing me bad luck hating instead of congratulating
hoe saving that’s incurring upon my payment
these hoes remain hookers to money it’s not adjacent
we goin places me and my 20 network n-ggas
promotional tours we bustin wh0r-s in richmond, virginia
v-g-n-s get manip to whip cot on the pharoah
only enough to flip a hundred fix and 98′ camaros
this is street politics heat and hollow tips
the sh-t we don’t condone living up in my premises

- messy marv san quinn lyrics

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