) Everybody, see how they're movin (C'mon do your dance) Everybody, see how they're groovin (Everybody!) Everybody (Take a chance, take a chance) Everybody (Do your dance, do your dance) Everybody (Everybody
翻訳: Mr.President. 皆.
'm 'bout to rebel There's not a bitch in sight, all black bench, all black gate All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr.President I remember yesterday
it' like Pac's was at one point Wanna come join? Pick up a glock and just point Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody And I'm just
away from a predicate That Pa-trN?n's my medicine Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison I am on my better than, everybody tip Walk up in the club make, everybody strip Everybody
bloody war, in the rules of engagement Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth Justice, in the mind of a gangsta [Bun B] Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you
Thats right Its the gangster Capone the one and only Smashin on you punk suckaz Its my turn ese My turn to represent this gangster shit Everybody
rough so rough) [Verse 2:] Well its brutality Everybody got more enemys the homies packing glock Everbody having felonys Dirty money just to pay the rent Fuck the president
s gone As I rise to the top, knee-deep in thegame I survived every shot Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality Flipped the light scoop, got everybody
, do it now, oh, do it now Yeah, we celebrate diversity in the university Everybody can't be a queen, everybody can't be a ho and a bitch (Ha ha) Everybody
's gone crazay. (In your High School) Theres shooting where's the shelter? (What can I do?) Modern day Helter-Skelter (In your residence) My neighboors taking from me (Mr. President
of my face free at last my ass Mr. President you aint even press me u aint even them to justic yet, you better go get 'em Mr. President tell me why my
, and they aint coming back till Bin Loden and all thoes fighters are found dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida [Chorus]2x (Trick Daddy) Mr. President
the receipts to Mr... I want to feel if... ass is real, I want to know if you're dangerous, so... I wanna welcome myself back in the rap, I want everybody
through the hood with a rifle Gunnin' niggaz down 'cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mr.-Mr
money, money, money, money, money Money is everything Now think about it, isn't it a coincidence Everybody wants them dead presidents? See those that
right!!! K: Yeah, ok, a yagga yagga yagga yagga yo yo!!! B: Lord have mercy [Kardinal Offishall] Huh! Yeah! A yagga yagga yagga yo yo yo It's Mr. Kardinal
