Champaign (Feat. Playboy Tre) – B.o.B – letras

One hand on the clutch, life in the fast laneMoney ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast wayChronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtrayIt’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaignTo my campaign, to my campaignSame lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changedTo my campaign, welcome to my campaignSame old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changedI say my mixtape better than your albumHow come? Really, you was better off without oneSideline haters, they can’t tolerate the outcomeYou the runner-up type, me they cannot outrunSit yo whack ass down, come up up down someTake a fuckin Valium, now DJ crank the volumeTell ‘er like: keep your head steady I’m about donePassed out, please don’t wake me up until the ounce comeUh uh, I’m in the hood like an Obama stickerI’m from the hood, you a neighborhood watch niggaI ball through it, a major look watch niggaHuh, pissin niggas off like SWAT stickerOne hand on the clutch, life in the fast laneMoney ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast wayChronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtrayIt’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaignTo my campaign, to my campaignSame lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changedTo my campaign, welcome to my campaignSame old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changedOkay, I’m bangin’With my Ace, he just be the caseSo we got liquor by the crates, yellin’ fuck the stateI guess that you can’t say it’s fakeThat we made it from the bottom of the bottomWith somebody, yea we shootin’, but don’t nobody know we shot ‘emI just point, a angel’s got himI hope that Lord embrace himI swear to ya’ll, the streets are hereThat’s why I got my pistol sayin’If we don’t make it then it’s back to doing devlish thingsNow tell that freak to drop it lower than her self esteemDeath to my opponents, this is crowning momentThe live we live, it can’t be rented, boy you gotta own itI’m feelin lethal, sippin’ Brandy that MoishaYou saw that bust uppercut inside the flow with youOne hand on the clutch, life in the fast laneMoney ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast wayChronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtrayIt’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaignTo my campaign, to my campaignSame lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changedTo my campaign, welcome to my campaignSame old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changed