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("And now… a word from the President:")
[Verse 4: J. Prince]
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, getting voted in to the White House
Everything looking good to the people of the world, but the Mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor getting down like letting a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community, so we can bust you-know-who
So voters of the world, keep supporting me, and I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you Republicans, that helped me to win, I'd sincerely like to thank you
’Cause now I got the world swinging from my nuts, and damn, it feels good to be a gangsta