Hillary Clinton Barack Obama Lyrics
Barack Obama: Uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh. Yo, my girl Hillary or the First Lady, will she be president? Who knows, maybe. Yo, Barack Obama! I'm a black democrat, no I ain't no punk, Hillary's a hot mama. She's got her eyes on the prize and I'm talkin' bout my junk. Hillary, where you at?
Hillary Clinton: I'm in the front, but what I want...is a little bit of mandingo love. We'll have Monica playin' like a harmonica. So can I be blamed if I want to get some strange? Yes I am a firm believer in some hardcore jungle fever. He's my boy I am his girl. Hells yeah, we're both down with the squirrel. We may have differed on Iraq, but noone's stiffer in the sack. I can't lie I that's why I wanna be under Barack Obama, Bama, Bama, ay, ay, ay, under Barack Obama, Bama, Bama, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ay. The poles have me in the lead, but your pole's the only one I need.
Barack Obama: Girl you're making me really hot. I'm gonna put my ballad in your slot.
Hillary Clinton: Pour your chocolate rain on me, and I'll make you my VP.
Barack Obama: Gonna put my lovin' on ya.
Hillary Clinton: I wanna be under Barack Obama, Bama, Bama, ay, ay, ay, under Barack Obama, Bama, Bama, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ay.