Obama Stick Up Letra

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 payin' me back for the weed you owe me in college?
Say what?
Nigga, I told you to meet me out back
That's between me and you
See, that's why you can't fuck with Chicago niggas
See, I'm a Chicago nigga
You fuckin' with the wrong nigga
Alright? I know Chief Keef
That's my little homie
That's my little nigga
Hey, hey, fuck you, Obama!
See? See? This is what the fuck I'm talkin' about
Why y'all keep fuckin' with me?
I mean, what do y'all want a nigga to do?
All these comedians keep talkin' shit about me on stage
Uh, Fox News, always got some bullshit to say
TMZ, always got a camera up a nigga'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 motherfucking stick up
I want your health care
I want your, your votes
I want eight more years out of you motherfuckers
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
The fuck 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 iPhone, your iPad (Oh hell nah, not my iPhone)
I want your gold tape
I need all your Instagram accounts
And last but not least
None of you motherfuckers are gonna work on March 9th
Cause we're all gonna pay respects to Biggie Smalls
Yeah, yeah Biggie