George Clinton - Paint The White House Black lyrics

1,2,3 and I come with the wicked, White House, lights out boom, boom, boom with the bop gun, looks like I dropped one, I'm top gun. Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture Bill Clinton Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture Paint the White House black, brown Yeah, what's up? What's boppin'? This is Dr. Dre call- in' from the chronic control, could I speak to the President? Yeah, just tell him he was smokin' last night at the club, you know what I'm sayin'. What? He don't inhale? Well I know I got the wrong motherufckin' house! Did somebody beep me from there? Colors don't clash, people do Color me happy next to you Oh just like it should, there goes the neighborhood That is what they'd have us believe Chorus: Paint the White House black, brown Paint the White house black (repeat) Looking through a view of views, seeing what they want you to, blinded by the flames of friendly fire, and then they sat there like a dope until they choked from all that smoke from behind a smoke screen of patriotic liars Yo, well check this out. If you talk to George Clinton, tell him I'll catch him at the next plateau with the bomb, you know what I'm sayin'. It's not the pretendo but the endo and I'll be droppin' some straight chronic at his front door. Chorus 'Cause white ain't right, so get the flashlight Chorus No matter what creed, no matter what color Now check this out Yo, yo Flavor man we could kick it like this yo, yo we could kick it man, yc, word up, yo, check this out man, you know the homeboys in Detroit, Minneapolis, L.A., and New York and down in D.C., man they got the system in the back and boomin' it but they don't know what we're sayin' but the homeboys know what we're sayin', know what I'm sayin'. If love ain't got nothin' to do with it then keep it ain't no big secret we all know the reason people change every day but life stays the same one big game ain't a damn thing changed a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do be a mackstress don't let those mackers mack you so I get caught up in it I'm stressin' and tired the man who runs the joint has got me higher. It can be a White House a black house it can be a crack house an out house if it ain't the right house go get your army gear ladies we got a fight they ain't gonna set aside another night it's so bad that Los Angeles is so scan- dalous give me somebody who can handle us Yo-Yo is on top of things so uh color me mad I'm ready for a change. I came up short one time too many yet a brother got to be comin' out his nickels and countin' up his last pennies buyin' brushes and bum rushin' homey's greenery, many envy but a hill of beans is what it means to me leave it up to me I'm paintin' the White House black, there ain't no future in your frontin' so why the hell you frontin' jack it'll either change or we're gonna change it. Yeah it's gettin' old Usin' up everything from spray cans to charcoal put '^m up. put the crew up on discharge leavin' wet paint signs in the front yard George, these people crazy man, they don't even know what I'm sayin' Airbrushed and colorized change right before our eyes real is visualized in every frame and let the love shine from the right house be it the black, red or white house through our fear the puppeteer can pull our strings. Whoa, well alright, again I say oh say can you see, the puppeteer pull the strings of you and me from the White House, the out house of territorial conquest, the HUD house, the pro-this anti-that. white against black, the right to life versus pro-choice. I pledge allegiance to the flag being all I could never be Kam read his toe tag Yeah this is USA-K all day and you can't interrupt Lay Back What's up Stars and stripes for the Tarzan types got brothers like me behind bars and on pipes damn I'm gettin' took for a trip they got me seein' stars from the club and stripes from the whip why must you all be like that, I ain't into politics so skip them white-collared tricks they never did us no good to hell with the space shuttle put some money in the hood and make jobs let's mob up to the capitol then we ain't got to rap at all power to the people and the only way to get free is the J to the U-S-T-I-C-E. Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture You all can't stop the bum rush, so get the paint brush, it's time for a change Paint the White House black, brown Listen to the real Clinton, who Bill Clinton, hell no I'm talkin' 'bout George Clinton Paint the White House black, brown All one blood only different color and in a dis ya time you have to help yo neighbor look at the downtown area no food to eat no shelter, them have to live in a house made of paper, and when it rains it falls through like a sift wire hunger deh hunger all over 'bout time all of us come together Ice Cube and Dr. Dre, NWA, Flavor Flav and Chuck D., Public Enemy, Flea and Anthony stirring up I the chili, Yo-Yo, Kam and Breed, Prince and Pupa, that's me 1,2,3 and I come with the wicked boom, boom, boom with the bop gun looks like I dropped one you can get with this or you can get with that got to peel this cap. who's the mack, sh**, I'll paint the White House black Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture (repeat) There goes the neighborhood Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture Clinton in the house Paint the White House black, brown No matter what creed, no matter what color with God by my side we're gonna change this power Chorus Red, white or blue, purple or whatever, won't even care if it's Technicolor Chorus No matter what creed or what color Chorus With God by my side we're gonna change this power You understand what I'm sayin' cuz that's the way it be, because his name is George and his last name begins with a "C" Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture Yeah George Clinton nineteen ninety tre dropptn' it on all you punk a** mother ufkers and thats how we do it, you know what I'm sayin', yeah Paint the White House black, brown Those who oppose to be leveled up next to this I ain't the devil this ain't The Exorcist worse than a nightmare you don't have to sleep a wink the pain the mind gets every time you think flashbacks interfere you start to hear P- Funk in your ear Yeah, what's up this is Dr. Dre callin' from chronic control, peace an' hair grease, I'm out! Yo, Dre was panasonic, what's up now