Lirik Lagu Politics (feat. Cee-Lo) - Royce Da 5'9''
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[Chorus: Cee-Lo, Royce the 5'9"]Give me a mountain. Give me a seaPut your mind on wonderland, be what you want to be. WooowIt's Politics. Ha my niggaPolitics. Ha my niggaPolitics. Ha my niggaPolitics. Ha my niggaPolitics. Ha my niggaPolitics. Ha my niggaPolitics. Ha my niggaPolitics. Ha my nigga
[Royce Da 5'9"]Seven years and countin, I've been accountingFor unaccountable rap problems'Cause accountant countin his rap dollarsThe ice watch on the sleeve of the white collarLeanin like the Pisa towser, he's in powerStanding on top of the black bottomYou should pack up now that the dirty glove is with meTake your hat off inside of the mitten when you spittin'Cause you can get it for sureYour whole rap clapped up out youIf I don't get you back upGot you in a morgue sittin stiff in the drawerNiggaz I can't be caught, I can't be boughtThey call me the anti-core, anti-talkAnti, when it comes to gettin the kind of hugsThat come from a fake thugThat show me a sign of loveWho am I to judge but you would not out of loveWalk up if I was washed up like a Tsunami floodI ain't trying to bugBut that's why you got to shoveCome on..
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]Excuse me while I school them on how to pay these duesTell whoever jealous and want to slay me, coolThe whole game got the old bland of Mercedes bluesEverybody wanna fill Jay-Z shoesI call it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, can't be youI told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touchedYo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy nutsBut ain't shit sweet, don't get it twistedI'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cashI'll stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any marketIf he talkin, he a target, walk in his apartmentWhile he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the garbageIs nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin aboutWe cuttin you in, I'm cuttin you out
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]Royce five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the wordSuperb finisher, administer words like ministersThe tall tales of the low sales of a poetCenturies rolled up in the pen that he holds upHe holds it to holy grail, when he saw the soulhe was since told his flows, the Davinci code decodedSince chosen, he prays harderBut everytime he spot a rival revolvers insideHis bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of HarlemPo-po's harder, team free-on, we so coldRed like beam be on sight, we got weed neon greenWe got a one yay, Celine Deion white, greenYour last breath, you about five heartbeats away from death'Cause you the leon type, so muahhMake you rest in peaceNo more records bein sold, less is meFive nine, unsigned
[Chorus]
[Spoken Word - Royce]Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga NottzThis is a M.I.C and teams with collaborationLadies and gentleman, I would like to introduce to you, Cee-Lo Green. Let's go
[Royce and Cee-Lo]Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). Give me a sea(All my niggaz dealin with the politics). Put your mind on wonderland(I smell you my nigga). Be what you want to be. (Dream my nigga)
It's politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]
[Royce Da 5'9"]Seven years and countin, I've been accountingFor unaccountable rap problems'Cause accountant countin his rap dollarsThe ice watch on the sleeve of the white collarLeanin like the Pisa towser, he's in powerStanding on top of the black bottomYou should pack up now that the dirty glove is with meTake your hat off inside of the mitten when you spittin'Cause you can get it for sureYour whole rap clapped up out youIf I don't get you back upGot you in a morgue sittin stiff in the drawerNiggaz I can't be caught, I can't be boughtThey call me the anti-core, anti-talkAnti, when it comes to gettin the kind of hugsThat come from a fake thugThat show me a sign of loveWho am I to judge but you would not out of loveWalk up if I was washed up like a Tsunami floodI ain't trying to bugBut that's why you got to shoveCome on..
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]Excuse me while I school them on how to pay these duesTell whoever jealous and want to slay me, coolThe whole game got the old bland of Mercedes bluesEverybody wanna fill Jay-Z shoesI call it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, can't be youI told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touchedYo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy nutsBut ain't shit sweet, don't get it twistedI'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cashI'll stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any marketIf he talkin, he a target, walk in his apartmentWhile he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the garbageIs nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin aboutWe cuttin you in, I'm cuttin you out
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]Royce five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the wordSuperb finisher, administer words like ministersThe tall tales of the low sales of a poetCenturies rolled up in the pen that he holds upHe holds it to holy grail, when he saw the soulhe was since told his flows, the Davinci code decodedSince chosen, he prays harderBut everytime he spot a rival revolvers insideHis bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of HarlemPo-po's harder, team free-on, we so coldRed like beam be on sight, we got weed neon greenWe got a one yay, Celine Deion white, greenYour last breath, you about five heartbeats away from death'Cause you the leon type, so muahhMake you rest in peaceNo more records bein sold, less is meFive nine, unsigned
[Chorus]
[Spoken Word - Royce]Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga NottzThis is a M.I.C and teams with collaborationLadies and gentleman, I would like to introduce to you, Cee-Lo Green. Let's go
[Royce and Cee-Lo]Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). Give me a sea(All my niggaz dealin with the politics). Put your mind on wonderland(I smell you my nigga). Be what you want to be. (Dream my nigga)
It's politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]
