presidents

与总统和首相的交谈

歌曲名:Peaches歌手:presidents of the united states of america专辑:Presidents of the United StatesThe Presidents Of The United States Of America / PeachesMoving to the countryGonna eat a lot of peachesIm moving to the countryIm gonna eat me a lot of peachesIm moving to the countryIm gonna eat a lot of peachesMoving to the countryIm gonna eat a lot of peachesPeaches come from a canThey were put there by a manIn a factory downtownAnd if I head my little wayId eat peaches everydaySun-soaked bulges in the shadeMoving to the countryIm gonna eat a lot of peachesMoving to the countryIm gonna eat a lot of peachesIm moving to the countryGonna eat a lot of peachesMoving to the countryGonna eat a lot of peachesI took a little nap where the roots all twistSquished your rotten peach in my fistAnd dreamed about you, womanI poked my finger down insideMake a little room for an ant to hideNatures candy in my hand or can or pieMillions of peachesPeaches for meMillions of peachesPeaches for freeMillions of peachesPeaches for meMillions of peachesPeaches for freehttp://music.baidu.com/song/53913648

应该是 上任总统的意思吧

间谍

"I′m out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）"Chorus:"Presidents to represent me" --> Nas "Get money!"Rock... on， Roc-A-Fella y′all"I′m out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!"The saga continues"I′m out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!"Ahh， who wanna bet us that we don′t touch leathersStack cheddars forever， live treacherous all the et ceterasTo the death of us， me and my confidants， we shineYou feel the ambiance， y′all niggaz just rhymeBy the ounce dough accumulates like snowWe don′t just shine， we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?Factions from the other side would love to kill meSpill three quarts of my blood into the street， let alone the heatFuck em， we hate a nigga lovin this lifeIn all possible ways， know the Feds is buggin my lifeHospital days， reflectin when my man laid upOn the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed upI saw his life slippin， this is a minor set backYo， still in all we livin， just dream about the get backThat made him smile though his eyes said， "Pray for me"I′ll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfullyMurder is a tough thing to digest， it′s a slow processand I ain′t got nothin but timeI had near brushes， not to mention three shotsclose range， never touched me， divine interventionCan′t stop I， from drinkin Mai-Tai′s， with Ta TaDown in Nevada， ha ha， Poppa， word lifeI dabbled in crazy weight without rap， I was crazy straightPotnah， I′m still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?ChorusGeyeah， know what? I′ll make..you and your wack mans fold like bad handsRoll like Monopoly， ad-vance you copy melike white crystals， I gross the mostat the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish toThe dead presidential， canidatewith the sprinkles and the presidental， ice that′ll offend youIn due time when crime fleas my mindAll sneak thieves and playa haters can shineBut until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliantI′ll tell you half the story， the rest you fill it inLong as the villian winI spend Japan yen， attend major eventsCatch me in the joints， convinced my iguanas is bitinJ-A-Y hyphen， controllin， manipulatinI got a good life man， pounds and penceNuff dollars make sense， while you ride the benchCatch me swinging for the fenceDead Presidents， ya knowChorusUh-huh， yeah， uh-huh， so be itThe Soviet， The Unified Steady FlowYou already know， you light I′m heavy roll， heavy doughMic macheted your flow， your paper falls slowlike confetti， mines a steady grow， bet he glowPay five dead it from blow， better believe I haveeleven sixty to show， my doe flip like Tae-KwonJay-Z The Icon， baby， you like Dom， maybe this Cristal′sto change your life huh， roll with the winnersHeavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-FellaDon′t get it corrected this shit is perfectedfrom chips to chicks just drivin a LexusMake it without your gun， we takin everything you brungWe cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it doneCrime Family， well connected Jay-ZAnd you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTVI empty three， take your treasure， my pleasureDead presidentials， politics as usualBla-ouw!"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me （Whose...）"Chorus 2X