Obama Stick Up lyrics

[Interlude]
Breaking news from WKYA radio
And sh*t is getting wild (Wild)
We bring you live to the Obama eight more years rally already in progress
Sasha, Michelle, Malia, and it's none of your damn business
Now, now, let's ask some real questions
Hey, hey, hey, I got a real question
How you gonna be in the strip club spendin' all that money
And you ain't pay me back for the weed you owe me in college?
Say what?
n*gga, I told you to meet me out back
That's between me and you
See, that's why you can't f*ck with Chicago n*ggas
See, I'm a Chicago n*gga
You f*ckin' with the wrong n*gga
Alright? I know Chief Keef
That's my little homie
That's my little n*gga
Hey, hey, f*ck you, Obama
See? See? This is what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout
Why y'all keep f*ckin' with me?
I mean, what do y'all want a n*gga to do?
All, all these comedians keep talkin' sh*t about me on stage
Uh, Fox News, always got some bullsh*t to say
TMZ, always got a camera up a n*gga's ass
Now, now, now, they always wanna say
"Obama doesn't do enough"
He's not aggressive enough
Well, well, let me tell you what Obama's about to do
Tell 'em, Obama
This is a motherf*cking stick up
I want your health care
I want your, your votes
I want eight more years out of you motherf*ckers
I want somebody to tell me what planet is Jermaine Jackson's hair from
I want Black people to start slow dancin' again, at the nightclubs
f*ck are you standing on the couches for?
Puttin' sparklers in bottles (Facts)
I want another season of Martin
I want your money
I want your jewels
I want your iPhones, your iPads (Oh hell nah, not my iPhone)
I want your gold teeth
I need all your Instagram accounts
And last, but not least
None of you motherf*ckers are gonna work on March ninth
'Cause we're all gonna pay respects to Biggie Smalls
Yeah, yeah Biggie (Yeah, Obama)