Prezidential Candidates - I'm Goin' In Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Nasty Boi] Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the bush I'm packin' heat with the .45 magnum in my belt Shawty lookin' so fine, wish I could've felt When I drugged the b**h, the drug I could've melt I'm feelin' so fine in the back of my Hummer Ridin' down a main street, I'm stuntin' like a winner I've been in the running for a long time I feel it's safe to say that DPalm can bust a bomb rhyme When I write down a verse, there ain't no controversy Look at your b**h, she's fifteen, call that statutory Smokin' on Arabian sh**, don't you know? the good stuff The smoke hit the back of your throat, the sh** is rough Told you s**ers, DPalm gonna murder this investigation Who's the next bad rapper? Turnin' on a mutilator Fry you b**hes up in, what is called frialator I worked at fast food, don't f** with what I'm sayin' I don't wanna be the next rapper on TV I just wanna be me, enough about succeeding Smokin' spliffs and we be hittin' that Mauwie Wowie sh** Drinkin 'til we daze-y, knockin' back down shots of Bacardi [Verse 2: Prez] Parental advisory stickers all over my merchandise Like I was gonna put a "f** you" in front of my merchants' eyes Who the f** is Dana Carvey? I'm the master of disguise Get as high as I am right now, and you'll be clappin' in the skies Don't be foolish, that plot's kinda like the flick "Mission: Impossible" Your homeboy's sayin' sh** that got me actin' kinda pausible (Pause) That's A.K.A. for actin' gay Concoct your own acronym for "Prez is gonna spray" Best believe me, I'll do it, my words are the truest And I will throw some sh** that leaves you lyin' in your fluids Young Money co-signer, please free Weezy So we can be broadcast live, like cable TV I'm new to this league, but great like John Wall We be burnin', Sean Paul, hard to k**, Steven Seagal We goin' in, like a robber, hide your toddler Windows we smash 'em, TVs we grab 'em, don't holler No problems, solutions we got 'em Melt your head off in layers, like a human Gobstopper Orville poppin', Smith & Wes Glockin' And we treat red lights like bed nights, and we ain't stoppin'