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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
its yo mutha f**kin nigga Lil Jon (ok) aka Quabo Jones (that's right) checkin out with that boy David Banner (yeah) and check this out right (whats up) all yall f**k niggas (f**k niggas) need to get the f**k out the club (get out bitch) all yall hate niggas (what) get the f**k out the club (get out) 'cause u talkin that shit (yeah) some shit might happen that's what i'm saying Chorus x2 Might Getcha Jaw Broke Might Getcha wig split Might Getch car shot up Might Getcha Door kicked Might Getcha kidnapped Might Getcha neck snapped Might Getcha your feelings hurt thinking this is just a rap |
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| 4. |
| 4:15 |
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David Banner
Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (3x) Lil Flip Like a Pimp David Banner Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (2x) Lil Flip Like a pimp David Banner Make them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (2x) Lil Flip By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the flo' Niggas dressed in suits Tricking all they dough Me I'm a pimp I ain't paying for no sex Man I'd rather buy a car Or a new Rolex Cause I got street fame So hoes flock like birds I got one hoe in the range And another in the surbs' When I hit the club Imma be wit David Banner A thug ass nigga Wit bad table manners We act bad (my nigga what is y'all saying) Like when we walk inside clubs Niggas hold they gal's hand Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night How could yo gal leave me And be wit you all night But it's all right Cause you know we don't kiss Like Too $hort said Bitches ain't shit I tried to told ya That most girls really freaks And dis is how they gotta Make they money every week (Chorus: repeat 4x) Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x) Like a pimp David Banner Step into club looking just like a pimp We got cash so we screaming out "shake something bitch" This is your song Tell the DJ put it on Micheal Tyler made you shake Sisqo made you show your thong Bitch I'm dead wrong The playa from the crib So get out on the flo' And girl get it how you live And since you so hot (hot) Then show yo pussy lips You go to Tugallo, but I know you still flip Bitch don't trip Ain't a damn thang changed I still love my queen But bitches keep me to the game So if you gotta hoe Shake 'em up and let em go uhh And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo' Like a Pimp (Chorus) Lil Flip Now don't you hate them ole' Lying ass hoes Smiling in your face Wearing her best friends clothes I suppose They like the way me and Banner pimp You can catch us at Poppa Do's Eating steak and shrimp David Banner Or you can catch us at E&J's pouring it up Flip whipping Cali trucks Guls licking my nuts We some south side pimps And we ain't giving a fuck Fuck yo gul up in the throat And make her swallow the nut Lil Flip We make em Swallow the nut so Follow the truck Lil Flip and David Banner We got all of the bucks and All of they sluts and All of the hoes So drop it like it's hot girl Touch yo fucking toes Oohh David Banner Gone touch yo toes and Make me a roll and Gone hit the mall And buy me some clothes mayne And if yo boy trip Imma bust a clip Y'all bitches can't fuck wit me And Lil Flip Lil Flip Nigga Nigga, Nigga Yea nigga This for the real money makin' niggas out there you know Get yo mother fucking money Don't worry bout the next nigga Get yo mother fucking money Get yo mother fucking money nigga Uh get your money money Money money |
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| 5. |
| 1:02 |
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| 6. |
| 4:42 |
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(Pastor Troy & David Banner)
(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher) Ya'll know what time it is! Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigga! (Chorus - repeat 3x) (PT:) These niggaz wanna hate?! (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) These niggaz wanna mug?! (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) Wanna run up on a thug?! (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) I'm a pump them a slug! (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (Verse: Pastor Troy) My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout? The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it Some niggaz say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44? I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on me Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGP! You see the horns on my head? nigga you know I'm the devil And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon' settle Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass nigga I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them niggaz (Chorus) (Verse: David Banner) Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigga! Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's Give a FUCK what a bitch nigga know, you know this You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits Tell em Yankees this a new day Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you wait!" And spelling redrum backwards in yo two way, all life (Chorus) (Bridge: David Banner) Now put yo bangers up Now put yo fingers up Now put yo fingers up Now put yo fingers up (Chorus) (PT:) Police wanna stop the trill (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) Wanna ride in the chromie grill (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) I'm a bust the blue steel (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill? (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) Girl get loose and pop the pill (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) You my down wit a bitch a feel (?) (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (Verse: Pastor Troy) Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight If I die tonight, man fuck em all good Cause I left this bitch quiver left And would ride man choo What this hoe really wan' do? fuck or suck the stick Like ooh, don't fuck me naw nigga, I'll fuck you Two, three in your face till you're blue - black Would you fuck her wit a jack top man? I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!! (PT:) YEAH! (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) YEAH! YEAH! (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) Say fuck them niggaz (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (PT:) Say fuck them niggaz (DB:) Fuck them niggaz! (Chorus - to fade) |
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| 7. |
| 5:05 |
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Intro- David Banner
Know What I'm Talkin Bout Mississippi mothafucka, Newton County what i live and die for(Scott County) Ball for da kids(Simpson County) Know what im talkin bout Niggas out here flashin and ballin and shit(lincoln County) know what im talikin bout im supposed to be so hard fuckin rebel flags still flyin(whats dis shit) fuck em some hoes Chorus2x We From A Place Where Dem Boys Still Pimpin Them Hoes We From A Place Cadillacs Still Ridin On Vogues We From A Place Where My Soul Still Dont Feel Free Where A Flag Means More Than Me(IN MISSISSIPPI) Verse 1 David Banner Still ridin cadillacs still bump in the back mothafuckas talk shit but we still in the hood mississippi in this thang pinky rang in my hand peanut butta top(lovin wood) crackas only come to buy crack and cracka cops only come to bust niggas who sell that We From A Place Where Dey Scream PIMP A HOE PIMP A HOE We From A Place Where Dey Still CHOP DEM BOES CHOP DEM BOES We From A Place Where Yo Grandmama still showin you love and we still eatin chicken in the club bitch CHORUS 2X VERSE 2- DAVID BANNER We From A Place Where mega evers live and mega evers died We From A Place What we chokin on sticky green to get high We From A Place Where ya used to come in the summatime now yall dont mention us in ya rhyme we kin folk ya we broke some talk wit a drawl but bitch we ball runnin through wit two techs screamin FUCK ALL YALL We From A Place where da rebel flag still aint burnin new schools but the black kids still aint learnin BOUT SHIT but hit da streets and learn to pimp on a bitch FIVE-O aw shit throw yo crack in the ditch and yall nigga run yall nigga run like forrest gump they got pumps and them crooked cops love to dump in mississippi CHORUS 2X 601 601 crooked letter crooked letter oh mississippi mississippi ohh wave ya hands from side to side 601 represent where you from you dont want none mississippi 601 da place were from mississippi 601 say 601 601 mississippi DAVID BANNER Hell yea mississippi you kno wut im talkin bout da home of da blues da dirtiest part of da south you kno wut im talkin bout the place where u get dem fish and dem criss muhfucka yea you kno wut im talkin bout delta muhfucka cotton you kno wut im talkin bout we bout to free da slaves nigga where yo grandmama from nigga yo ol one generation moved away slave ass booty fuck ass gank ass punk ass BITCH haha now come on home get u somethin to eat |
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| 8. |
| 4:23 |
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(Intro)
It's gon' be aight though (ohh) This one's for you, yeah! Cadillacs on 22s... Pimp my voice and mack these beats.. (Chorus - repeat 2x) Cadillacs on 22s I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true Pimp my voice and mack these beats and Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey! (Verse) God I know that we pimp God I know that we wrong God I know why she talk about Moet all of my songs I know these kids are listening I know I'm here for a mission But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten I know these balls are talking Lord I wanna do right I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy My couzins sweet, momma lay that Jason Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling And shit wrong wit balling But my soul is just stelly (steadily) balling And the sex and the dead, and the other jail God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell? (Chorus) (Verse) Lord they hum Andre Jones Lord they hum Reynold Johnson Lord I wanna fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me something My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothing My heart is stelly pumping My heart is stelly breaking Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man I'm so sick of taking Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn Bout yo love, yo will and grace Sometimes I wish I wuttin born in the first place Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark Feeling so cold, Lord I'm gettin so old I dunno if I can take this world right here no more 22 inch rims on the 'Lac I guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back (Chorus (2x)) |
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| 4:52 |
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(Chorus)
Got me living that fast life I think a nigga need to slow it down Stack my paper get in and out Niggaz know what I am talking about, yeah (Verse One) Oh, might take your golds Oh, might take your shit Leave me your dope and your girl Might pimp on that bitch Got a tech and I'm sprayin Look man, huh, I'm just sayin Cause I'm smiling and bustin Y'all bitches think that I'm playin From the home of the trill Cadillac and wood wheel Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill Give a shit how you feel Bitch I'm cockin to buck We could fight or just bust off these slugs I could give a fuck, yeah!! (Chorus) (Verse Two) High gone off that dro Bitch nigga what you know So sick of being po' and tired Then tired then po' So get on flo' Hoe, give me your dough Oh catch the b-blow From this uh forty-fo' Me I be so tr-trill In this C-Coupe Deville Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill Before I g-g-get killed Boys snortin them hills Girls poppin them pills Trying to buy some la-love In this world through dollar bills, yeah!! (Chorus) (Bridge: repeat 2X) Vibe to the beat Bust a swisha sweet Fill it up with dro Nigga you know What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere (David Banner) All my real niggaz sing it loud Smoke, smoke on Get your swisha sweets nigga and Smoke on, smoke on (Chorus) |
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| 10. |
| 4:25 |
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David Banner:
Yeah he buy you clothes I hit it from the back Yeah he drive a benz i'm in a woodwill Cadillac He readin you poetry while i'm spittting this country game You want us just play this pimpin' don't be ashamed Its a shame these soft pretty boy mean nothin' since these that comin' through for you then start busting We out cussin like macks and ready for car jacks rollin' up on a slab with yak and some fat sacks LIKE THAT, yeah Sky: All these bars all these cars all these big time superstars All these ladies at this bar watch these haters play their parts you can't stop me or my pimpin' cause you lame and you be simpin i'm like Micheal you be Pippen' table Dance but Sky ain't tippin' Sky: the sight of you the smell of you the way you move has got me in the mood you seem so cool you're style is smooth my search is done 'cause i found you 9:15 and baby the night is young plus you you told me that you were gonna give me sooommmee... Chourus: hey baby girl what's your name who wit do you do wanna get down with this pimpin' lil' trick tell me what you like what you love we can do no matter what it is i can make it come true never gave da benz the ferrari or the lac tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that i'm givin you the chance dis the opportunity you can have it all but ya gotta choose me Sky: came in theresa, Michelle and Felicia, Jackie and Rene', Raquel and Shey Shey, Erica and Kiki, Shimiki, Shone, and Mi Mi, Beverly, Byina, Teritone and Hottie, aww Janae and Jane, Mocoa and Blue Flame, Carolyn and Marilyn and Angie and Shamane Brandie and Aleyah Shamari and Nakeisha, Shawna and Janelle, Lucy, Mona Lisa Sky: the sight of you the smell of you the way you move has got me in the mood you seem so cool you're style is smooth my search is done {X2 while chorus repeats in background} David Banner: choose me big Banner the back beater the dubz can't fit on the truck they caught fevers 25 inches i can clear the benches or we can go up and down like them rug bitches let them hatin witches they gonna wish for hate but they all scream damn while ya masturbate the worm on the hook i can whip and cook hit the block with chunky socks while you hit the books i make that sacrifice like Jesus preachers on them lames i'm true with how i feel, no fingers crossed dis ain't no game, but you a pimp mayn i promise yall that i can change like a chameleon the colors on your rings n thangs Sky: you can have what you want if you give me what i need, i know you have a lot of options{so many other ways} but baby you belong with me ohhhhh ohhhhhh (chorus) |
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| 11. |
| 3:26 |
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| 12. |
| 3:16 |
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Artist: David Banner
Song: So Trill Album: Mississippi:The Album Bread and water..This what it comes down to (Verse 1) I remember when these kids got killed up in Pearl Is it the end of the world? Grown men acting like bitches Bitches actin' like men, and it's all good As long as all these records keep sellin' Niggaz time cut so these snitches keep tellin' Yall know it ain't right.. And I ain't bending for these hoes Is this the part when my God comes back and starts throwin' elbows? Man these children gone astray, and no daddies in the home So they turn to gun play, or they just turn gay Half-bit like they rich broke, niggaz swisha sweet So I sit, in a lac and just smoke,stayin' down in the street Vernon Dixon? Georgetown in the hills The subs and the boys in Hattiesburg so trill The delta and coast, the queens is what I boast But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most {Bridge} Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves most F**k, so trill.. (Hook 2x) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) (Verse 2) I remember when the twin towers fell Did the boys in the G know, or just didn't tell? I ain't forgot about Gore, and them trick ass ballots Numbers tossed around in the mix like a salad Or a bird in the Bush Or a brother up in office tryna give a big push Yall dont try to praise God now He been watchin from the jump, i'ma crunk Quick to pull the sawed pump, skull and bones yall can kill me I'ma G, and the world is gon' feel me Bet you neva thought the truth would come straight from the middle of Mississippi So P-Boy keep pushin'.. We some big ones,life would street, man we all on a mission (Hook 2x) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) (Verse 3) This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms If it's war then I swear i'm gonna raise them arms And come and getcha, send me a kite... And I promise that I'll write ya back or smoke a fat sack in ya name I ain't no bitch or no hoe or no trick Tryna ride a nigga dick just to make a quick hit I ain't writin' love songs for prissy bitches I make songs for the queens who lost sight in the hood Mayne i made some bullshit but it's good And if ya see me then you see this shit across my chest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest I pray to God, let my spirit do the rest (Hook until fade) I grab a pen and pad and try to tell you how I feel And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) It's hard in the south when you try to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) |
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| 3:55 |
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| 14. |
| 1:53 |
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| 15. |
| 3:01 |
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(David Banner)
Mama ain't got no cash, daddy aint got no doe So daddy went to my mama and started pimpin that hoe Man it's hard times, niggas ain't got shit Nothin but billy clubs to they head and they ass kicked Heroin in they vein, cocaine up in they brain Man what you expect, America gave us pain So fuck it, now we thugs, ??? mean drugs And takin mean mugs, and fill 'em with those slugs I gave up fake gods, and Jesus don't look like us Why y'all think we gon' kill and just don't give a hot fuck Devil that's how you made us, ??? us up in the pen Man we came out blind, that's why we goin back in But God, I'mma teach 'em, reach 'em up in these streets Bush, I'm runnin' up in this shit like a track meet You murdered, up in Texas where killin' is such a sin The first month you in office you started killin' again But shit, we just some niggas and that's how the game go Y'all took us up out the state moved us straight out to Death Row Y'all may of, made us slaves but never make us your hoe God, you my pimp so let's start exposin' these hoes Y'all judges some weak pussies, y'all preaches some rapin' fags These people that made us slaves, these niggas wavin' they flags America ain't shit but home of the hot lick They hang us all by rope, then laugh and cut off our dick (Chorus) Have y'all niggas ever thought about All the things we been talkin' bout Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi Have y'all niggas ever thought about All the things we been talkin' bout Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi Have y'all niggas ever thought about All the things we been talkin' bout Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi |
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| 7:12 |
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| 18. |
| 2:03 |
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I'm sitting here waiting for my lover
Last time we met I wasn't to sure Now I'm hoping, maybe dreaming, for a life as one When she reads this I'm hoping she'll call But I need much more than before I need positive reactions whenever I'm down Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found It isn't a game so don't play hard to get (Tired of running after you) There's no connections holding us down (down) Isn't it a shame it never happened Though still here we are the second time round It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found Holdin', squeezin', touchin', teasin' Wantin', wishin', waitin', teasin' Of you love, yeah yeah Blindin', groovin', feel it, move it Findin', breathin', brakin', breedin' With you girl It's gotta be social, compatible, sexual, irresistible It's gotta be right for love Cause I'm sure so sure That it's heaven knocking on my door Sure so sure so baby come on inside Need you so much more and more each time we touch Sure so sure that it's sweet love I found |
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