Mayor

[Hook:]Just another day out in sunny LAThere's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't playGot my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweaterSaggin' in my pants cause I don't know betterIn any weather we stay the flyestKillas on my side case u suckas wanna try usNumbers in my phone, I'm so playerFeelin' so good I think I might run for mayorI might run for mayorNigga ask your momma I'm a muthafuckin' playerIf I see your girlfriend starin', I'm a take herThat's word to my cousin up in Oakland with the scraper501 jeans yeah that's my flavorCrew neck sweaters in the club, fuck a blazerButton up under case the bouncer is a haterStraight to the bar for a couple shots of jaegerIf I see a nice thin light skin I'm a game herTell her I'm big Mibbs and I'm runnin' for mayorShe digs my speeds and guess where I'm a take herBack to the crib where I can blaze herModern Joe Frazier second round knock outWhen I pull the cock out, baby see you laterI think around 8 or 9 I'm a wake her upKick her out, then go pick up my paper[Hook]I might run for mayorCruise through the city in a booger green pacerGot ya girl with me, I'm so playerPullin' hoes since Bo Jackson was a RaiderEverything's tailored, from the Chuck Taylor'sCheck the steering wheel in my car, that's gatorSip liquor straight, I don't need chasersDrink a pint of hen, I'm cursin' like a sailorI'm so major, sit back and watch meBought my 501's and my sweater from the swap meetMusic up loud, coppers wanna stop meMad cause I'm young black makin' that broccoliHangin' with the possie, niggas wanna copyBut I'm too fly so the squares can't jock meWatch how they jock me, I'm so playerFeelin' so good I think I might run for mayor[Hook]Yeah I might run for mayorI'm scandalous with the papersLA county, the planet of the gangstersGet ya cameras and tapersYa boy hustle hard like Rambis for the LakersRiding by zoom but we boom with the base muffleFly as a space shuttle, cool as a rain puddleWho wanna make troublePimp hand heavy no half steppingLike old school Daddy Kane for yaIt's a shame on you, what you lames gone doYou's a bitch, we make it rain on youYea the dames come throughWe decked out with hoes, draw circles around tensThen ex out the O's, boy check out my poseStand smith classic fresh out the groveLook who crept out the stoveKeep a bad one like she fresh out the VougeThen we go shopping like we fresh out the clothesGimme that, shopping bags, popping tags, I'm a smashFrom the side of the tracks, where the homies talk trashYou can only sight see if you got a pass, the mayor[Hook]I might run for mayorFeelin' so good I think I might run for mayor