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Mr. President - F.B.I. Here we go F.B.I. Here we go F.B.I. Here we go, here we go, yo donīt you know, you gotta get ack to know Here we go, here we go, yo donīt you run, heīs the man with the silver gun Verse 1: Give it a space, mysterious places, God should I stay, should I pray? The man is the case, been creepinī around of ages Waiting to get me, ready to catch me, can see the light in his eyes Heīs the man Iīve been needing for ages, I realise Chorus: F.B.I. fire is burning into, into my heart F.B.I. fire is burning into my heart, this is vice F.B.I. F.B.I. this is vice F.B.I. F.B.I. this is vice F.B.I. Here we go, here we go, yo donīt you know, you gotta get ack to know Here we go, here we go, yo donīt you run, heīs the man with the silver gun Verse 2: Ready to get me, ready to catch me, golden a heat of the night Tell me why F.B.I. is he cominī to hold me tight Chorus x 1 Rap: Here we go, here we go, yo donīt you know, you gotta get ack to know Here we go, here we go, yo donīt you run, heīs the man with the silver gun Your best friend, your secret agent, he never ever tells a lie Heīs comin down from the sky, cause itīs the man from the F.B.I. F.B.I. F.B.I. fire is burning into, into my heart F.B.I. fire is burning into my heart, this is vice F.B.I. F.B.I. this is vice F.B.I. F.B.I. this is vice F.B.I. F.B.I. |
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