Mayor - Pac Div

Just another day out in sunny LA

There’s dealers in the streets and the coppers don’t play

Got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater

Saggin' in my pants cuz I don’t know better

In any weather we stay the flyest

Killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us

Numbers in my phone, I’m so player

Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor

I might run for mayor

Nigga ask your momma I’m a muthafuckin' player

If I see your girlfriend starin', I’m a take her

That’s word to my cousin up in Oakland with the scraper

501 jeans yeah that’s my flavor

Crew neck sweaters in the club, fuck a blazer

Button up under case the bouncer is a hater

Straight to the bar for a couple shots of jaeger

If I see a nice thin light skin I’m a game her

Tell her I’m big Mibbs and I’m runnin' for mayor

She digs my speeds and guess where I’m a take her

Back to the crib where I can blaze her

Modern Joe Frazier second round knock out

When I pull the cock out, baby see you later

I think around 8 or 9 I’m a wake her up

Kick her out, then go pick up my paper

I might run for mayor

Cruise through the city in a booger green pacer

Got ya girl wit me, I’m so player

Pullin' hoes since Bo Jackson was a Raider

Everything’s tailored, from the Chuck Taylor’s

Check the steering wheel in my car, that’s gator

Sip liquor straight, I don’t need chasers

Drink a pint of hen, I’m cursin' like a sailor

I’m so major, sit back and watch me

Bought my 501's and my sweater from the swap meet

Music up loud, coppers wanna stop me

Mad cuz I’m young black makin' that broccoli

Hangin' wit the possie, niggas wanna copy

But I’m too fly so the squares can’t jock me

Watch how they jock me, I’m so player

Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor

Yeah I might run for mayor

I’m scandalous with the papers

LA county, the planet of the gangsters

Get ya cameras and tapers

Ya boy hustle hard like Rambis for the Lakers

Riding by zoom but we boom wit the base muffle

Fly as a space shuttle, cool as a rain puddle

Who wanna make trouble

Pimp hand heavy no half stepping

Like old school Daddy Kane for ya

Its a shame on you, what you lames gone do

You’s a bitch, we make it rain on you

Yea the dames come through

We decked out with hoes, draw circles around tens

Then ex out the O’s, boy check out my pose

Stan Smith classic fresh out the grove

Look who crept out the stove

Keep a bad one like she fresh out the Vouge

Then we go shopping like we fresh out the clothes

Gimme that, shopping bags, popping tags, I’m a smash

From the side of the tracks, where the homies talk trash

You can only sight see if you got a pass, the mayor

I might run for mayor

Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor