The Game - Black Democrat (Accapella Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game] I'm feeling like a, black democrat Barack Obama, the only n***a that can catch Osama Spray lamas, get good head and f** fly b**hes with no covenant Only the kitchen oven in and rules to the government Ask the republicans how crack c**aine get smuggled in Watch them throw they hands up and say it wasn't them As for rap, this is my lyrical asthma attack It's all I know, the guns, the cash, the dro Fidel Castro in my own right, Capone like Mafioso, Ben Franky on the low pro Drop top Bentley, chromed out semis Two grand in popular demand like the first pennies My Audemars Piguet wrist say it's time To dethrone Jay quick, tell 'em other n***as to take six Coupe a buck fifty, what's coming out the speakers Got every video b**h scared to f** with me Give 'em hard dick and tampons, a shot of Patron and Don The ones trained get ran on, my crew hard Louis V sweaters on the boulevard Pull n***as cars throw up signs and bang Nas Them hoodfellas, f** n***as, let them get jealous While we f** their hoes and stay out the windows of propellors Gotta be the new school king, if not who is? I get the most p**y and cash and move units You bum n***as can't take my seed, i'm real Talk to Kool G Rap three times a week Still holla at Nas on the daily, only thing missin' Is the crown and a phone call from Jay Z Snoop got my back, n***a go ask him My flow is lambo, b**h, try to pa** him Hit hard like maternal contractions, me and rap got A fatal attraction, what the f** happened? To the new KRS-ONE, the Kool Hercs? These new school n***as got the old school merked Where are the new KRS-ONE, the Kool Hercs? These new school n***as got the old school merked n***as ain't gon' never be on my level, get a shovel Dig a hole b**h, and polly' with the devil You're a Ipod hustler, i'm a 80's baby for real Born in '79 and bred to k** You fascinated with your watch, the chain, that wack a** bling Ask them how to spell Big Daddy Kane You'll never blow, mattafact, you'll never know Why Dame and Jay just let Roc-A-Fella go You'll never blow, and you'll never know Why Dame and Jay just let Roc-A-Fella go That was The Dynasty - minus me I was just five years short of my rhyming spree Motherf**ers