George Clinton

George Clinton - Paint The White House Black lyrics

rate me

One, two, three and I come with the wicked

White house, lights out

Boom boom boom with the Bop Gun

Looks like I dropped one

I'm top gun, so picture...

(Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture)

Bill Clinton

(Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture)

Here we go y'all

Paint the White House black, brown

Ha ha, yeah, what's up?

What's boppin?

This is Dr. Dre callin' from Chronic Control

Could I speak to the president?

Awww, yeah, just tell him he was smokin' last night at the club

You know what I'm sayin?

What? - he don't inhale?

Well I know, I got the wrong motherfuckin' house

Did somebody beap me from there?

Colors don't clash, people just do

Color me happy next to you

Aww, just like it should, there goes the Neighborhood

That is what they'd have us believe

Paint the White House black, brown

Paint the White House...

Paint the White House black, brown

Paint the White House, black...

Uhhhh lookin' through a view of views

Seein' what they want you to

Blinded by the flames of friendly fire

And then they sat there like a dope

Until they choked from all that smoke

From behind a smoke screen of the patriotic liars

Aiyyo, well check this out

If you talked to George Clinton

Tell him I'll catch him at the next plateau with the bomb

You know what I'm sayin?

It's not the pretendo but the endo

And I'll be droppin' some straight Chronic at his front door

Paint the White House black, brown

Paint the White House...

(Cause white ain't right, so get the flashlight)

Paint the White House black, brown

(No matter what creed, no matter what color)

Paint the White House...

Now, check this out

Yo yo Flavor man, we could kick like this

Yo, we could kick it man, yo, word up, man

Yo, check this out man

You know, the homeboys in Detroit, in Minneapolis, in L.A.

In New York and down in D.C. man

They got the system in the back and boomin' it

But they don't know what we're sayin'

But the homeboys know what we're sayin'

You know what I'm sayin?

Yo, check Yo-Yo

If love ain't got nothin' to do with it then keep it

Ain't no big secret, we all know the reason

People change everyday but life stays the same

One big game, ain't a damn thing changed

A woman's got to do what a woman's got to do

Be a mackstress, don't let these mackers mack you

So I get caught up in it, I'm stressin' and tried

The man who runs the joint gets me higher

It can be a White House, a black house

It can be a crack house, an out house

If it ain't the right house, go get your army gears baby

We got a fight, they ain't gonna set aside another night

It's so bad that Los Angeles, is so scandalous

Give me somebody, who can handle us

Yo-Yo is on the top of things

So uhh... color me mad, I'm ready for a change

I done came up short, one time too many

Yet a brother got to be comin' out his nickles

And countin' up his last pennies

Buyin' brushes and bum rushin' homey's greenery

Many envy but a hill of beans is what it means to me

Leave it up to me, I'm paintin' the White House black

There ain't no future in your frontin'

So why the hell you're frontin' jack?

It'll either change or we're gonna change it

"Yeah, it's gettin' old"

Usin' everything, from spray cans to charcoal

Put them up, then put the crew up on discharge

Leavin' wet paint signs in the front yard

Yo George, these people crazy man

They don't even know what I'm sayin'

Awwwwww airbrushed and colorized

Just changed right before our eyes, real as visualized

In every frame and let the love shine from the right house

Be in the black, red or white house

Through our fear the puppeteer can pull our strings

Whoaahh, well alright, again I say or say can you see

The puppeteer pull the strings of you and me from the White House

The out house of territorial conquest

The HUD House, the pro-this, the anti-that

White against black, the right to life versus pro-choice

I pledge allegiance to the flag

Being all I could never be... KAM READ HIS TOE TAG

Yeah, this is USA-K all day and you can't interrupt

Lay back, WATT'S UP

Stars and stripes for Tarzan types

Got brothers like me behind bars and on pipes

Damn, I'm gettin' took for a trip

They got me seein' stars from the club and stripes from the whip

Why must you all be like that?

I ain't into politics, so skip them white-collared tricks

They never did us no good

To hell with the space shuttle, put some money in the hood

And make jobs, let's mob up to the capitol

Then we ain't got to rap at all

Power To The People and the only way to get free

Is the J-to-the-U-S-T-I-C-E

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Y'all can't stop the bum rush, so get the paint brush

It's time for a change

Paint the White House black, brown

Yo, listen to the real Clinton "WHO BILL CLINTON? "

Hell no, I'm talkin' about George Clinton

Paint the White House black, brown

All one blood, only a different color

And in a dis ya time, you have to help your neighbor

Look at the downtown area, no food to eat, no shelter

Them people have to live in a house made of paper

And when it rains it falls through like a sift wire

Hunger deh hunger, all over about time

All of us come together

Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, N.W.A, Flavor Flav, Chuck D

Public Enemy, Flea, Anthony stirrin' up the Chili

Yo-Yo, KAM and Breed, Prince and Pupa that's me

One, two, three and I come with the wicked

Boom boom boom with the Bop Gun, looks like I dropped one

You can get with this or you can get with it

Got to peel his cap, who's the mack?

Shit, I'll paint the White House black

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Paint the White House black, brown

(No matter what creed or what color)

Paint the White House...

(With God by my side we're gonna change this power)

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Paint the White House black, brown

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Paint the White House...

Paint the White House black, brown

(Red, white, or blue, purple or whatever)

Paint the White House...

(I won't even care if it's Technicolor)

Paint the White House black, brown

(No matter what creed or what color)

Paint the White House...

(With God by my side we're gonna change this power)

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Paint the White House black, brown

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Paint the White House...

You understand what I'm sayin?

Cause that's the way it be

Because his name George and his last name begins with a "C"

Picture this, paint a picture, picture perfect, paint a perfect picture

Yeah, George Clinton, Nineteen ninety Tre

Droppin' on your punk ass motherfuckers and that's how we do it

You know what I'm sayin? yeah

Paint the White House black, brown

Those who oppose to be leveled up next to this

I ain't the devil, this ain't The Exorcist

Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep on wink

The pain the mind gets everytime you think

Flashbacks, interfere, you start to hear

P-Funk in your ear

Ha yeah, what's up?

This is Dr. Dre callin' from Chronic Control

Peace and hair grease, I'm ouuuuuuut!

Damn!

Aiyyo, 'Dre was Panasonic, what's up now?

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