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Ice Cube - Arrest The President [Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
S. Johnson
S. Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ShawnSki
ShawnSki
Producer
Dave “dizmix” Lopez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah When I drop the mic, it hit the floor like Thor (that's right) You can't pick it up no more don't even try Y'all know what it is, y'all know what it was (yeah) Y'all know what it shall be Get smart 'fore the shit start 'Fore it get dark, 'fore they hit you with a pitchfork Better crip walk (crip walk), this is real talk Smoke Kush and bush, then we peel off Still rollin' with the wheels off Always looking out for the crisscross I'm a bigger boss than Rick Ross Always winnin', get lost It's the warlord, bring the voodoo When I bail through it's crazy like Bellevue What they tell you? (Leave that boy alone) leave that boy alone Like Home Alone (yeah), a skull and bones Arrest the president, you got the evidence That is Russian intelligence (okay) When it rains it pours Did you know the new white was orange? Boy, you're showing your horns They're tryin' to replace my halo with thorns You so basic with your vape stick Let's go ape in the matrix Arrest the president, arrest the president Arrest the president, you got the evidence Arrest the president, arrest the president (crazy) Arrest the president, you got the evidence I took back my ice, in all black tonight That's right, some gotta sacrifice Not a criminal (no), I'm a seminal (yeah) I was free once, now I'm clinical (crazy) You so technical, this was Mexico Now everywhere I go is owned by Texaco And the rest of you (hell yeah) I turn a fruit into a vegetable I'ma roll with the aliens Man, these Homo sapiens They don't really wanna make friends (hell no) All they want is a Mercedes-Benz (hell yeah) All they want is their dividends And decibels, these citizens They'll treat us like hooligans Throw 'em in, they don't care what school he in These people don't play fair It ain't even fair at the state fair Give a young gray hair That's why I'm here, make your ass lay there You better stay there Close your eyes like it's day care Make myself clear than Shakespeare I'm here to take money even fake hair So desperate is what I'm left with For the record you're affected Who you elected is so septic So full of, I can't accept it Arrest the president (woo), arrest the president (woo) Arrest the president, you got the evidence Arrest the president, arrest the president Arrest the president, you got the evidence Arrest the president, arrest the president Arrest the president, you got the evidence Arrest the president, arrest the president Arrest the president, you got the evidence I reside on the westside (westside) I murder with my third eye (third eye) So fly, get a bird's eye I make 'em scream bloody murder Let's meet at the White House (come on) Run in and turn the lights out Man, they treat it like a trap house (yeah) These mother, mother never take the trash out (damn) They just cash out and mash out Nigga take your drugs and pass out Love to go that fast route (yeah) I see you and your black, get out Homie, you play too much (yeah) While these devils, they doin' way too much (much) Most of 'em won't sleep too much Why they're steady planin'? God knows what (God knows what) That's why I roll with the real ones Real ones tryna reach millions Real ones tryna make billions Real ones dressed like civilians Arrest the president, arrest the president Arrest the president, you got the evidence (woo) Arrest the president (woo), arrest the president (woo) Arrest the president, you got the evidence
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Shawn Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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