Sourmouth — Mr. Federal lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Mr. Federal" by Sourmouth.

Lyrics

La da da da Mr. Federal
5−0 Nachos dont know i
Pack a handheld
Scale with paraphanel
Intent ta deal
I got sacks in the back
Pack, hella federal
Federal holding more tree’s
Than a jungle yo, Disney
Type shit can call me Mowgli
From the Jungle Book
Take a look at all of this
All of it is sellable
I’m federal photo my white
Widow right on to facebook
I don’t give a fuck drive
Drunk no license plate
Rolling blunts high siding
High like a hydro plane
2 D.U.I's went to jail lost
My license mane, breathalyzer
In the Benz like in the
40 year old virgin, I’m a
Vegetable, brain dead to
Police, so federal the feds
Will pull the plug out on
Me, can call me Enron, the
Way i embezzle these G’s
Bank fraud credit agency’s
Sending they bounty’s on me
My nigga just last week i
Was rolling some weed
Rolling dirty for surly i
Should have taken a side
Street, but i don’t have a
Conscience I’m Filthy without
A problem, I’m guilty just
Like the song just no
Conscience at all
La da da da Mr. Federal
5−0 Nachos dont know i
Pack a handheld
Scale with paraphanel
Intent ta deal
I got sacks in the back
Pack, hella federal
I talk politely to police
They like me, if only they
Could see what i keep
Under my car seat, there’s
More key’s than my house
And Mercedes, Alicia can’t
Even see all of these key’s
Of yadidy-means, we
American, the land of the
Free, so I’m selling toxic
Chemical’s to tweakers
And dope fiends, they chose
Their rode, they know where
Their going, so i chose to
Exploit them, like an
Immigrant worker, federal
I hope that i signed that
Legible, forge checks like
A hall pass back in middle
School, i don’t grow, that’s
The mind of a criminal, death
Row’s a life goal, like Suge
Knight loc, first time in the
Country at age 15, on a
Felony elude and a reckless
Driving, i keep it uncut
Uncensored, no circumcising
Parental advisory to the
Percentage of society
La da da da Mr. Federal
5−0 Nachos dont know i
Pack a handheld
Scale with paraphanel
Intent ta deal
I got sacks in the back
Pack, hella federal
I got high beams and
Siren’s, they try to watch
Me, well i ain’t Miley Cyrus
I don’t want popularity, i
Start fights, that’s my
Moment of clarity, Jay-z
Please blue Print me another
Way to be, I’m impatient
I hate to wait man, i need my
Re-up like the shady and
Aftermath, i need half’s
Like a car needs gas, i
Serve gram’s of that grass
Like yard work to a Mexican
Federal bro, i broke my
Own window, called triple
A the next day and they
Paid me cash for it, its all
In the game and like
Compton the games played
Shit I’ll take the cage and
Stray like a mental patient
I’m federal man, i’m a goon
Im a fool, with a short fuse
Il go 4th of July on you
I’m a top dog top gun
Tom Cruise, I’m used to
Lunch box food orange
Jumpsuits and the slipper
Shoes
La da da da Mr. Federal
5−0 Nachos dont know i
Pack a handheld
Scale with paraphanel
Intent ta deal
I got sacks in the back
Pack, hella federal