By The Time I Get To Arizona (Whipped Cream Mix)

I'm counting down to the day deserving fitting for a king
I'm waiting for the time when I can get to Arizona
Cause my money is spent on the goddamn rent
Neither party is mine, not the jackass or the elephant
20,000 niggy niggy brothers in the corner
Of the cell block but they come from California
Population is none in the desert and sun
With a gun cracker running things under his thumb
Staring hard at the postcards, isn't it odd and unique
Seeing people smile wild in the heat?
120 degree, cause I want to be free
What's a smiling face when the whole state's racist?
Why I want a holiday? Damn it, cause I wanna
So what if I celebrate it standing on a corner
I ain't drinking no 40, thinking time with a nine
'Til we get some land, call me the trigger man
Looking for the governor, huh? He ain't lovin' ya, ha?
But here to trouble ya, he's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point and come along, and he can get to the joint
I urinated on the state while I was kicking this song
Yeah, he appear to be fair
The sucker over there, he try to keep it yesteryear
The good ol' days, the same ol' ways that kept us dyin'
Yes: you, me, myself, and I indeed
What he need is a nosebleed
Read between the lines, and then you see the lie
Politically planned... But understand, that's all she wrote
When we see the real side that hide behind the vote
And they can't understand why he, the man
I'm singin' 'bout a king
They don't like it when I decide to mic it
Wait, I'm waitin' for the date
For the man, who demands respect
Cause he was great, C’mon
I'm on the one mission to get a politician to honor
Or he's a goner by the time I get to Arizona