Telly Mac - El Presidento lyrics

[13 second street fight instrumental to open] [The Game] d**h before dishonor Ride with weap' up, cause n***as tryin to dent my armor Cold streets, Telly Mac keep the guns on 'em They wanna know how that n***a from California Could run up on ya on any corner Put somethin on ya How I stuff bricks in the 6, with no crack aroma Dawg, I'm just livin for the moment I'm from Compton homey, but I'm like a center for Milwaukee Cause I play for the Bucks, and I keep the 40 on me Gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the wall Wait for Q to rock me up, like cavi dawg Speakin of lle', I put 8 in, 10 jump back hard And watch my money come back, like Jordan in charge I'm like the black Yankees, they don't want me around no more Cause I hold the record for the most fiends roamin the boulevard And when I'm on the boulevard, catch me behind the wheel Of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill [Hook - repeat 2X] Steppin out of Chevies with heat that's heavy - that's president Bullets flyin for them dead guys - that's president Led meltin inside your wig - that's president 20's 50's and 100's burnin - it's all president [Telly Mac] Aiyyo I do this sh** from Compton to the Mac block High-tech collaborations with the Gamblaz and Blacksox Drillin 'em k**in 'em if we ain't feelin 'em n***a If Sticky Fingaz need some music straight stealin it n***a Shinin, in big trucks, big will in it n***a we climbin To the top and we sealin it n***a So back the f** up, my n***as act the f** up So keep yourself in line or you could get smacked the f** up Jacked the f** up, beat up bad and clapped the f** up Wrapped up in white sheets and threw in a white truck Over presidents, now you willin to give your life up? Put your kids on the line, and give your wife up? Over presidents, they got you soulless So take this bomb and hold this, while we control this For the streets, we comin with heat that's stolen And we hustle universal, for that paper that we foldin Roll in 600's, Beemers and 'llacs We a team of cats, with the pens and gats That fiend for jacks, but only when the green's attached We fiend for jacks, but only when the green's attached [Hook] [The Game] It's Telly and young Game the hustler, ho juggler, coke smuggler No matter what the hustle, dough doublin Lle or the rock, give me a day and a spot And I bet I'll come back with 10K in the drop [Telly Mac] I'll stay in the spot, wearin a crop and coppin ounces Telly Mac and Game the hustler, we rock the house And plus we the reason that the blocks is out So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth [The Game] And you don't want it when the stainless out, what the game about The bullets is in, your brains is out All over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthless And the truth is y'all n***as can't stop us dawg [Telly Mac] So why the f** you wanna knock us off Like we some high-powered cowards and y'all really the n***as that's soft Still across the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack It's Telly Mac and Game the hustler, you can't change that [Hook] - to fade w/ Digital Underground ad libs