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Mr President Side To Side

this dam perfuma From side to side, yeah eh, from side to side From side to side ! From side to side, oh oh, from side to side From side to side

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there

weapon Of mass destruction that we call our President For the present and mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard, Mr. President, Mr

... To the days When I used to keeps my stash in the bush Nowadays be clientele with parents that push In my drop top with the laptop keeping up president

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there

wanna know, Mr.Football Man is What do you do about Willy Mays Martin Luther King, Olatunji, oh Well, the funniest woman I ever seen Was the great granddaughter of Mr

balcony, this is a busy town I kinda like Miami, I might lock it down My girl with me, she cook better than Mr. Chows Told her I order somethin', baby

, he dead Her sister didn't really live at all Confusion, he dead His chase led to the Fatman To face the friends of Mr. Cairo That night, the double

youngsta tryin to spit the game But it's a damn shame, all of the shit done changed Through all the strivin and strugglin I try to stay hard But look at Mr. President