Youngbloods – George Bush lyrics

Yuhh, yeah
A-town is on the gear
A-town, A-town, A-town
You know how we do around this time
Youngbloodz, Lil' Jon

We tote that thing,
Nah' mean
Hat lean, clothes smell like green
That's a white tee and white rims
I bought bread, a real G get gees
Back to the streets, back with Lil' Jon
Back for the A back, reppin' for the stars
Put yo' hood up, show a nigga where your from
And if they hate that, then get the job done

What we buyin' big rims
Choppin' hard, choppin hard like Bim
What we drank?
That Patron, keep the bottle poppin' all night long
What we smoke?
That gush, presidential shit George Bush
How we do it?
Like this, get crunk
Bent, bent, bent, bent

Sixteen, I'm gonna give it to you raw
Take you to your ass, slap you clean cross the jaw
Where they at? We want some.
See I don't think ya'll really want none
Sealed back with a whole new clip
With a bad ass chick on some brand new shit
Now put em' up, to the sky
We get fucked, get drunk, get high
Shake em' off, you know what to do
Take 'em to the floor, call out your whole crew
Like what, knuck if you buck
See we still don't give a damn and I never gave a fuck
You see I'm big timin', wrists stay blindin'
Before I found freaks and my pinky ring shinin'
I stay grindin' and true to the streets
If you ever need to fight you know where we can meet

What we buyin'?
Big rims
Choppin' hard (choppin hard), like Bim (like Bim)
What we drank?
That Patron, keep the bottle poppin' all night long
What we smoke?
That gush, presidential shit George Bush
How we do it?
Like this, get crunk
Bent, bent, bent, bent

I'd be the big bang
And drank drank
That's why I got a Purple sprite and ya'll ain't
I ride big rims, 17 inches tall
So when you step down baby girl don't fall
Ya'll niggas know the name, they call me Sean Paul
And I got no flaws except breaking the law
Niggas call me dope cause I'm hard and I'm raw
Can't call me that thing, one hit will make you cough
Cause it's always beside me, watch got diamonds
I ain't part timin', I'm full-time grindin'
The nigga wasn't shinin' now a nigga blindin'
The bitches with the dimes and wish that I be ridin'
And I don't pull 'em out until the trunk beat
And you can see it movin', sittin' in the backseat
They wild on the east, they live in the streets
So Imma keep my peace and on the front seat

What we buyin' big rims
Choppin' hard, choppin hard like Bim, like Bim
What we drank?
That Patron, keep the bottle poppin' all night long
What we smoke?
That gush, presidential shit George Bush
How we do it?
Like this, get crunk
Bent, bent, bent, bent