Lyrics Young Buck – Democrat Party
Text:
I remember walking up and down that alley you know
Trying to get some money
I finally met somebody
Malcolm X my brother assalamu alaikum
Black and white TV my antenna is a clothes hanger
My reality is jack boys and dope slingers
Might see your sister in the back room with crack fumes
Running this crack house like a barber and beauty saloon
We had the ?
to break these boulders down
Trapping and looking for carrot top when he come rolling ’round
Gentrification got niggas changing location now
I done took a loss and my pistol became impatient now
I know I’m a boss I ain’t let all this weight just weight me down
I can’t wait on nothing, I’m at you people like pay me now
And I keep the pack from a democrat
Niggas scared to touch it, fuck it
Send me that crown
My Mexicans is moving we need every cent
So tell them go ahead bill me we gon’ jump the fence
Trudging through this desert with these bales on my back
I’m gon’ be chilling like a cholo if I make it
Told my people it’s a chance that I might not make it back
But it’s a chance that I’d ever have to take it
We done came up from the bottom and we co-defendants
I know you would never snitch on me nigga before the sentence
I put all my property in my momma name
I feel like they was watching me so I’m out the game
I got a problem with authority, won’t stay in my lane
I mean I am the poster child for that plant Mary Jane
And my nigga making meth in the woods now
We doing numerals on pharmaceuticals
The shit’s unusual
I’m watching niggas grow CBD while watching ?
Couple y’all done told me you’re biting on your cuticles
We pulling up with two of those and shooting up your funeral
For real
And I keep the pack from a democrat
Niggas scared to touch it, fuck it
Send me that crown
My Mexicans is moving we need every cent
So tell them go ahead bill me we gon’ jump the fence
Trudging through this desert with these bales on my back
I’m gon’ be chilling like a cholo if I make it
Told my people it’s a chance that I might not make it back
But it’s a chance that I’d ever have to take it
Baking soda and a microwave’s a luxury
I started with a spoon and a lighter, I had to cook it up
Back when ?
had that Benzy bought from ?
Jimmy had that Bonneville sitting on gold
Y’all can look it up
That was the days, it was beige
Looking around now it’s brown, now a different page
Still I’m around now, walking through a different maze
Taking these pounds to your town, going a different way
Gotta keep extra bands where our bitches stay
Either we pay you in cash or we can pay you in yay
Facts
Building up my house with a brick a day
Watch a nigga lose his life and ain’t got shit to say
And I keep the pack from a democrat
Niggas scared to touch it, fuck it
Send me that crown
My Mexicans is moving we need every cent
So tell them go ahead bill me we gon’ jump the fence
Trudging through this desert with these bales on my back
I’m gon’ be chilling like a cholo if I make it
Told my people it’s a chance that I might not make it back
But it’s a chance that I’d ever have to take it
