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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
(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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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
(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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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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(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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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
(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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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
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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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
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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from David Banner - Mississippi [Explicit Version] (2001)
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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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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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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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
Big boy
Big boy Big boy [CHORUS:] I said give me two pair I need two pair So I can get to stompin' in my air force ones Stompin' in my air force ones [Nelly:] I like the all white high top straps with the gum bottom There's somthin' about 'em that's dirty that's why I got 'em I leave 'em strapped and laced and come up out 'em The last person that touched 'em I been shot 'em [Kyjuan:] Now if you looked And seen lime green Forces and kiwi You couldn't get this color (If) You had a personal genie You now I keeps it hip-hop My niggas flip flop Yea my Force Ones and tip-top Now form a flip-flop [Ali:] I like the limited edition The khaki and army green Patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings Size twelve with the strap Red and white with a cardinal cap All flavors well it just depend on when and where I am at [Murphy Lee:] Don't get me Don't get me wrong man And Murphy lee ain't dumb, man 'cause if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some, man You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man You may not have three or four but you got one, man [CHORUS x2] [Murphy Lee:] We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those Ten and-a-half and if you got 'em give me two of those I can tell she never seen Murphy Lee befo' 'cause she just standin' thurr as if I'm shootin' free throws I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes She said I love you Murph especially in the white and blue I said the white and blue sound nice Make it twice And I signed her autograph "Thanks for the advice" [Ali:] Yo, I keep it real, dirty Dirty, you know how I do Purple and gold with the Lakers The Broncos the orange and blue I like 'em floppy with ankle socks Lows, mids, and high tops With the clear sole, but it's tims and fat laces when it is cold But when the winter go And the hot summer flow Then its back to the all purpose with them lil' dots in the toe And nuttin' Stoppin' this dough That I'm spending fa' sho' On them Nike Air Force N E behind the O [Kyjuan:] O K Li I treat my shoe like my ride Chrome on the fat laces and put wood on the inside Spray candy on the swoosh With the electric poofs Fixin' put kit on the sole now I got a whiter shoe (ooh) You see that low mid skittle purple poof, I'm drivin' 'em (Kyjuan, were you getting them colors? Are you dyin' them?) Ten is my size in them No point in tyin' them Ain't no point in tryin' these on They know I'm buyin' 'em [Nelly:] Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like white on whites Them three quarters...them lows, they all tyte The only problem: they only good for one night 'cause once you scuff 'em you fuck with your whole night Whats my basis? The look on sto owner's faces This kids outrageous hes buyin' 'em by the cases 'cause once I cop 'em I gut 'em and switch the laces They all purpose, ya heard me, kinda like my datin's [CHORUS x2] [Kyjuan:] I wore spurs at first Now it's tape on them Damn, when those come out? So I write the date on them These Louis Vaton Ones? You gotta wait on them I had to get em early so I spent mo' cake on thm [Murphy Lee:] Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man While Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands Jewelry and all (Who Wilin'?) Fish bowl in the mall (I got some fifteens...) Security buyin' shoes and all [Nelly:] Now sometime I get 'em free Sometime I gotta pay Walk in the mall and they now what I'm 'bout to say Gimme the black, and the platinum, and leather gray Ones in the back and the pair you got on display [Ali:] Now in da boxes were I keep mine You should peep mine Maybe once or twice But never three times I'm just a sneaker pro I love pumas and shell toes But cant' nothin' compare to a fresh, crispy, white pair of the [CHORUS x2] Big boy Big boy Big boy |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
(David Banner - Intro)
It's bad, that I gotta take out my muthafuckin time To get yall punk bitches straight First of all don't worry bout what the fuck I got bitch Countin' my money like you a hoe Real men don't worry bout what another nigga got (FUCK YOU!) You punk ass bitch Fuck em' Static OOHH! (Chorus - Static) Repeat 2x We Ridin' (Big Bodies) With (T.V.'s) V-12's (V-12's) (S.U.V.'s) S.U.V.'s Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!) Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!) Drank It Up, Girl let me spank it up (Verse 1 - David Banner) We got uhh Big cadillac With yo bitch in the back Hold my dick in her mouth While I pack em' a stack She gimme ya riches While you yap bout yo gold It's on my cars (Ha, Ha) That bitch bought me a boat See she bought me a car And it's lookin' like yours Only difference is my nigga, I got wood on the doors I got wood on my wheel And I'm bustin' my steel I fucked yo main bitch (Nigga) How does it feel? (Chorus) (Verse 2 - David Banner)(Lady Singing) Yall talk shit while we still winning She's on my dick cuz my rims kept spinnin' Then I bust up the block The system that knocks I keep fuckin' yo bitches, while yall keep bitin' the pot (Diamond in the back, the sunroof top) (Pilled up my stocks, now I'm pissin' off the cops) Fuck that sangin' my nigga We can chop up them pigs Man I'm ready for war, if any my niggaz get killed (Chorus) (David Banner - Outro) If ya ride around town in his truck Put his keys in the air and crank it up (Repeat 2x) And if that boy got wood on the wheel Grip that motherfucker tell me how it feel (Repeat 2x) Now Crank It Up (Repeat 5x) YEAH! here" |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
Chorus:
Aint no tellin where i might be i got places to go, and people to see aint no tellin where i end up i got shows to rock and hoes to fuck aint no tellin where i might go coast to coast or just next door but..i gots to go. verse: roll up on the tour bus, smokin a blunt then heard a duh duh duh duh what chya baby mama want? nothin but good fuckin, dick suckin, train runnin she lickin on my nuts, cocked to her ear she hear me cummin watchin me go, she swallowed cum, you kissed the hoe tongue and lip ooh! man you really lickin my ball "heard you fucked my baby mama last night?" "nigga, no." but she did bring me no seeds, sticks oh im lyin when come over cot lyin in her draws nigga all off in her draws, and thats your baby mother if it makes u feel better shes a good dick succkkker. chorus verse 2: my job takes me outta town, all expense paid wakin up with a hangover two thousand miles away its seems easy..weed, women, and wine four hours of sleep is all u get now its time to tally hoe to the show "ayy yo yo let it go" bust through the door, rockin dro and grab a hoe and get back in the van with some titties in hand let her meet ur new friend who's willing to spend the whole night, another flight, another gig, another city touchin on somebodys baby mama's titties niggas in the lobby, wonderin where their women are third floor having a lesbian bitch seminar cant get attached, i have a plane to catch i wish i coulda hit that, but ill be back "yo aint no tellin where im gonna be at, but you know..i gotta go" chorus verse 3: yeaa its the game of the chili circuit i might tendin in it im paperchasin and rappin but it aint no symonym my money aint a game so i aint worried bout winnin it im worried about makin it, stackin it and spendin it aint no pretending it dont make no world move same way u cant pretend my shit dont make ur girl groove see god work in mysterious ways, but i dont and the devil will make a deal wit yo ass, but i wont now you can have the cleanest paint job on ur truck 6 TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked the biggest chrome rims playa i dont give a fuck if i holla at ur bitch, guarenteed she gettin fucked you can yell and you can scream, and you can fuss and u can fight like its the worst night of your life to me its just another night i aint carin bout ur drama, or breakin up ur home you just a joke for the crew and material for a song mayne chorus |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
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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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
haaa...
haa... wheres monica lewinski?......(hello, hello) shes right here...(right here)hahahaha.... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 1 David Banner: oh my gosh is it him? hell yeah its david banner.. daddy im from mississippi but i moved to atlanta... from the bronx to the queens v12's sittin clean im dipped in candy painted punk u pissed 'cause u aint tvs in this thang watch the falcons play the saints. 10s for my friends, 15s for my foes sterrin wheel, hella drill man this thangs a half a mill just to see chickin head now tell me what ya feel.. cow hide thats right, now im back to the lab me and bone on the slab ??? lets stab... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 2 Bone Crusher: regals, cadilacs, woodgrains, and leather. alright, on my thang call my crusher keep ridin them dubz cant tell me wutz up them country boys come down here and turned it out and then i got em on the floor and made em scream and shout i show my belly and it shake just like jelly... i know yall ready... everybody in this place please get on down as i walk walk walk walter on your tiny town... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 3 David Banner: im ridin dirry on lynch rims be 20 inch callin mr. grinch 'cause i let em ride my inch dont yall know about me, im a bad mama jam oh a bad mama jama i guess we be da bomb give me the head, body, the torso, ??. cows and goats walk around where we from.. forever on the grind, like polish wine, and we gunna keep you ridin ?? every time...hahahaha! |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
In this biatch
Hit that I'm f**ked up Shit YEAHH All the soldiers stand up...my lord............ My lord...... YEAH <Chorus> My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind, my lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind. This hennesey got me on my knees screamin' God please let my people be free who fightin' off over seas for a man who don't give a f**k who steals slaves Jesus I'm tryin' to walk the path that you gave Goin' down a new world order got my boys on the corner tryin' to flip a quarter I'm in the east coast I'm tryin' to soak in this dirty ass water and my ex girlfriend said I got a little daughter <Chorus> I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs I got some nuts they suck cause I don't give a f**k about nothing mane Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go I gives a f**k about a hoe give me dough my nuda my acres bustin' at you fakers killin' you quakers in the name of my maker patty cake patty cake bakers man give me land I'm tryin' to live life in Gods plan man damn <Chorus> Yea, searchin' the raggly tags for what I'm bout to ask lord I be feelin' all alone and I'm goin' fast another day in the high feelin' goody good still the same ole weed mane it's understood pop pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war busted up and over seas what are we fightin' for something busted in me pussy niggas trip but I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip killas that live on the side so I get aim at fame triple crossin' bosses they so quick to erase yo' name grippin' the grains is a slide that's goin' about my side lord I hope I know I'm doin' wrong I know you still by my side losin' my mind <Chorus> YEAH YEAH Yea south side nigga ahhh Shit what you talkin' about nigga You know what I'm saying all the time nigga Memphis 10, Mississippi South side stand up you know what I'm talking bout |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
David Banner
Chorus: Hey, baby girl, what's your name? Who you with? Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick? Pop that thang, girl; pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl. (2x) Rap: Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy. You looking good when you up in the Caddy?we comin' down. (Uh) Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck?Mistress. screamin' now. (Oh) Name the pot for me; Later on you can gone ride on top of me. Now, we can blow another sack, forget about the ‘Lac. Keep the block and bread?daddy a stack. It's like that! Chorus: Rap: I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak. She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, the butt-cheek. She got gold in her mouth; Always hollerin' about the South. If the boys came through, now, she's putting up the house. (Oh, yeah!) It's true, boo, what I'm doing to you, They way you come through the crib when the night is through. And go down, say this' what they loving us… Now, they really wanna be you, but they don't know how… Chorus: Bridge: She looks so good when she came to me. Said, “Boy, you better pay. I don't pop for free!?? Put it like this, you can suck my peter, Or, even go home cause I really don't need her! I like girls that'll pop it all night for me. And, if another bitch trip, she'll fight for me. And, she'll ride on top like a rodeo, She be poppin' in the club ‘til it's time to go. Rap: (Uh) Then, it's straight to the ‘Lac, Screaming, “Bitch better gimme my scratch?believe that!?? If the boy started trippin?it's click-clack! Pimp, grabbing my hand like they the Mack. (From the mighty, mighty, Mississipp, don't trip! Just call me, and apply for a pimp.) It's all love… Coming back for you boy back of the club When it's over, then maybe you get a hug! Chorus: Pop that thang girl Pop that thang for me (3x) Yeah Yeah Pop that thang |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
(Intro: Mannie Fresh)
Treat your throwback chicks right Ya know what I'm sayin they are people too Every chick that I used to like Done turned dike And every chick that I used to dig hair real is really a wig And every chick that I used to love (ohh!) Done turned to drugs But yet still I keep it real and I'm so in (Chorus: repeat 2X) I'm so in love with you (and I ain't going no where me and you with our guns in the air baby) I'm in love with you (and I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground) (ohh!) (Verse 1: David Banner) I remember those days I was broke and a bitch barely up House smelling like some piss you was there for me Rubbing my head saying its gone be alright The hardest nigga I was crying late at night it was fucking with me In a bucket we would mash out When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out You was that girl that would set that nigga up I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck with me And you did when they came to the crib You grabbed the tech and started bussin' at a bitch aww shit, baby You was my lady when the laughed at my clothes In the front row when them hoes boo'd at my shows And its cool cause you helped me through school '95 selling weed in baton rough And you stayed strong with a pimp trick Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aww shit Baby I'm sorry lets start brand new The world against us all along us two All the shit I done took you through I'm a grown man now (Chorus) (Verse Two: David Banner) The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl You were strong when daddy was gone Fuck a nice home When I was dying as a baby, momma boo you stay true I heard you whisper to the lord, let my child make it through And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid Tell 'em fuck it billy went and hit a lick (Ha ha ha) You were there when the times were hard You're a blessing from the heavens not a breed by god And if I die momma swallow the pain I leave this earth with your blood up in my veins Let it flow free, let it kill me But its on, and the way we ridding caddies Screaming out lil jones (Chorus) |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
(Hook - David Banner) Repeat 2x
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now (Repeat 2x) Lay it down motherfucker, lay it down you bitch (Repeat 2x) (Verse 1 - David Banner) The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker The if you don't come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka The bitch smacker, the cash, the dough The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head Your blood, drip in a mug Poppin' the slugs Me I just don't give a high fuck 'Bout none of yall, or ball Flip, give him a call On the celly, then it's on War until your gone Til' you die, decease Fuck it bitch ain't no peace Ain't no makin' up Bustin this 9 motherfucker Until it's breakin' up I told yall bitches that I'm clickin' I'm flippin these twankies Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin' Like the way I fucked yo babymama nigga you should thanked me What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!! (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 2 - Lil' Flip) -Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!) Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!) I hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin' shit You, fuck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy They love my style from the east to the west boy I keep a pistol for haters We put them spinners on gators Fuck all the braggin' and boastin' I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' You think I'm jokin, I'm not I'll go to war for my niggaz Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my niggaz I'm from the land of the trill Where perpetrators get killed Around my way my nigga That's how we live (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 3 - David Banner (Lil' Flip)) -(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh) (Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it) You got pussy bitch, and I seen it And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that niggaz a hoe (Don't ask me to hit my weed, don't ask me to hit my drank) (We the best collaboration nigga fuck what you thank) Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAFUCKA!! And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap dick sucka (We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack) (And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don't like the way yall act And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are I'm cockin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car (Hook) Repeat 2x (Lil Flip - Talking) (David Banner) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck (Bitch, Yeah!) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck, give a fuck (Bitch, Yeah!) (Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) Bitch (Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Will help to make the season bright And tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa is on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Though it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas to you They know that Santa is on his way, he's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is going to spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas, yeah, merry Christmas Merry Christmas, merry Christmas to you Merry Christmas, merry Christmas Merry Christmas |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptized In Dirty Water [Explicit Version] (2003)
(feat. Scarface)
(Intro: David Banner talking) Yo mo' (more) I went to see a friend of mine the other day Ya know what I'm talkin' bout? (huh, I'm drunk) She said, "Banner, you need to harmonize (harmonize) and hide" Yeah, okay But I asked her I was like, "How can a nigga be a fucking snitch?!" Fucking snitch, bitch-ass You don't even snitch on yo' fucking enemies, you coward-ass nigga Kill those niggaz (I'm really, really high) Ain't no respect to the game no mo' (more) Niggaz is bitches (niggaz is bitches) (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) I done lost my love for the game Shit'll never be the same I'll never lose my love for the streets (the streets) The streets got love for me Might of lost my love for the game (game) Niggaz don't even act the same I'll never lose my love for the streets Cause the streets got love for me (me) (Verse 1: David Banner) I hit the block before it's sunrise I want to know where you bitch niggaz went and hide (yeh) Went to sleep, open my eyes then I realize (yeh!) Time to serve em weak, clock her ass and mash out Get ya cash out, why ya motherfuckers sleep and ya passed out? I'm in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine (9:00) Five thirty (5:30) took a break, and I'm back on the grind Four ten (4:10) Put some dro in the wind then Let it go cause ya know that a nigga gone Tell she if a nigga get busted Niggaz can't be trusted in the game cause shit ain't the same Motherfuckers want me to blow out they brain (I done lost) Shit cocked and blast Put some lead in a motherfucker fast Never play wit a gun, if ya can't stop that (stop that) Or get that in ya motherfucking ass (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (Verse 2: Scarface) Took a chance when I came in Did my time if I got caught If I lost, it was my fault Took the blame for the whole thing And it was the work, it was my walk To do or double wit the plot then Let a nigga fellin' boxed in I was slangin' in my socks then On the corner flippin' 20's Tryin' to turn em into 50's On the ten speed right in front of walk in It's no hood where I came from Where a nigga got his game from Ain't nothin' changed, I'm the same one To pull a strap out my backpack Cock the hammer back (clack!) Duck and get ya brains hung And shake the cop up when the block clear Cause the drama doesn't stop here Gotta watch for ya own peers Nigga damn near ain't knowin' who the fuck I am And you ain't knowin' how I got here See we don't speak and we don't do nothin' It's on you if you slang things Get your money, homie, maintain Keep yo' motherfucking mouth shut, dawg Or you'll get offset and this a cold game And snitch-niggaz never last long So snitch-niggaz get yo' ass on A snitch-nigga get yo' mask on Took the pledge on my own hand Then killed a rose motherfucker in my last song (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (w/ minor variations) (Outro: David Banner) I done lost, yeh |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
Big boy
Big boy Big boy [CHORUS:] I said give me two pair I need two pair So I can get to stompin' in my air force ones Stompin' in my air force ones [Nelly:] I like the all white high top straps with the gum bottom There's somthin' about 'em that's dirty that's why I got 'em I leave 'em strapped and laced and come up out 'em The last person that touched 'em I been shot 'em [Kyjuan:] Now if you looked And seen lime green Forces and kiwi You couldn't get this color (If) You had a personal genie You now I keeps it hip-hop My niggas flip flop Yea my Force Ones and tip-top Now form a flip-flop [Ali:] I like the limited edition The khaki and army green Patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings Size twelve with the strap Red and white with a cardinal cap All flavors well it just depend on when and where I am at [Murphy Lee:] Don't get me Don't get me wrong man And Murphy lee ain't dumb, man 'cause if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some, man You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man You may not have three or four but you got one, man [CHORUS x2] [Murphy Lee:] We up in footlocker I'm looking like I need those Ten and-a-half and if you got 'em give me two of those I can tell she never seen Murphy Lee befo' 'cause she just standin' thurr as if I'm shootin' free throws I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes She said I love you Murph especially in the white and blue I said the white and blue sound nice Make it twice And I signed her autograph "Thanks for the advice" [Ali:] Yo, I keep it real, dirty Dirty, you know how I do Purple and gold with the Lakers The Broncos the orange and blue I like 'em floppy with ankle socks Lows, mids, and high tops With the clear sole, but it's tims and fat laces when it is cold But when the winter go And the hot summer flow Then its back to the all purpose with them lil' dots in the toe And nuttin' Stoppin' this dough That I'm spending fa' sho' On them Nike Air Force N E behind the O [Kyjuan:] O K Li I treat my shoe like my ride Chrome on the fat laces and put wood on the inside Spray candy on the swoosh With the electric poofs Fixin' put kit on the sole now I got a whiter shoe (ooh) You see that low mid skittle purple poof, I'm drivin' 'em (Kyjuan, were you getting them colors? Are you dyin' them?) Ten is my size in them No point in tyin' them Ain't no point in tryin' these on They know I'm buyin' 'em [Nelly:] Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like white on whites Them three quarters...them lows, they all tyte The only problem: they only good for one night 'cause once you scuff 'em you fuck with your whole night Whats my basis? The look on sto owner's faces This kids outrageous hes buyin' 'em by the cases 'cause once I cop 'em I gut 'em and switch the laces They all purpose, ya heard me, kinda like my datin's [CHORUS x2] [Kyjuan:] I wore spurs at first Now it's tape on them Damn, when those come out? So I write the date on them These Louis Vaton Ones? You gotta wait on them I had to get em early so I spent mo' cake on thm [Murphy Lee:] Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man While Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands Jewelry and all (Who Wilin'?) Fish bowl in the mall (I got some fifteens...) Security buyin' shoes and all [Nelly:] Now sometime I get 'em free Sometime I gotta pay Walk in the mall and they now what I'm 'bout to say Gimme the black, and the platinum, and leather gray Ones in the back and the pair you got on display [Ali:] Now in da boxes were I keep mine You should peep mine Maybe once or twice But never three times I'm just a sneaker pro I love pumas and shell toes But cant' nothin' compare to a fresh, crispy, white pair of the [CHORUS x2] Big boy Big boy Big boy |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
(David Banner - Intro)
It's bad, that I gotta take out my muthafuckin time To get yall punk bitches straight First of all don't worry bout what the fuck I got bitch Countin' my money like you a hoe Real men don't worry bout what another nigga got (FUCK YOU!) You punk ass bitch Fuck em' Static OOHH! (Chorus - Static) Repeat 2x We Ridin' (Big Bodies) With (T.V.'s) V-12's (V-12's) (S.U.V.'s) S.U.V.'s Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!) Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!) Drank It Up, Girl let me spank it up (Verse 1 - David Banner) We got uhh Big cadillac With yo bitch in the back Hold my dick in her mouth While I pack em' a stack She gimme ya riches While you yap bout yo gold It's on my cars (Ha, Ha) That bitch bought me a boat See she bought me a car And it's lookin' like yours Only difference is my nigga, I got wood on the doors I got wood on my wheel And I'm bustin' my steel I fucked yo main bitch (Nigga) How does it feel? (Chorus) (Verse 2 - David Banner)(Lady Singing) Yall talk shit while we still winning She's on my dick cuz my rims kept spinnin' Then I bust up the block The system that knocks I keep fuckin' yo bitches, while yall keep bitin' the pot (Diamond in the back, the sunroof top) (Pilled up my stocks, now I'm pissin' off the cops) Fuck that sangin' my nigga We can chop up them pigs Man I'm ready for war, if any my niggaz get killed (Chorus) (David Banner - Outro) If ya ride around town in his truck Put his keys in the air and crank it up (Repeat 2x) And if that boy got wood on the wheel Grip that motherfucker tell me how it feel (Repeat 2x) Now Crank It Up (Repeat 5x) YEAH! here" |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
Chorus:
Aint no tellin where i might be i got places to go, and people to see aint no tellin where i end up i got shows to rock and hoes to fuck aint no tellin where i might go coast to coast or just next door but..i gots to go. verse: roll up on the tour bus, smokin a blunt then heard a duh duh duh duh what chya baby mama want? nothin but good fuckin, dick suckin, train runnin she lickin on my nuts, cocked to her ear she hear me cummin watchin me go, she swallowed cum, you kissed the hoe tongue and lip ooh! man you really lickin my ball "heard you fucked my baby mama last night?" "nigga, no." but she did bring me no seeds, sticks oh im lyin when come over cot lyin in her draws nigga all off in her draws, and thats your baby mother if it makes u feel better shes a good dick succkkker. chorus verse 2: my job takes me outta town, all expense paid wakin up with a hangover two thousand miles away its seems easy..weed, women, and wine four hours of sleep is all u get now its time to tally hoe to the show "ayy yo yo let it go" bust through the door, rockin dro and grab a hoe and get back in the van with some titties in hand let her meet ur new friend who's willing to spend the whole night, another flight, another gig, another city touchin on somebodys baby mama's titties niggas in the lobby, wonderin where their women are third floor having a lesbian bitch seminar cant get attached, i have a plane to catch i wish i coulda hit that, but ill be back "yo aint no tellin where im gonna be at, but you know..i gotta go" chorus verse 3: yeaa its the game of the chili circuit i might tendin in it im paperchasin and rappin but it aint no symonym my money aint a game so i aint worried bout winnin it im worried about makin it, stackin it and spendin it aint no pretending it dont make no world move same way u cant pretend my shit dont make ur girl groove see god work in mysterious ways, but i dont and the devil will make a deal wit yo ass, but i wont now you can have the cleanest paint job on ur truck 6 TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked the biggest chrome rims playa i dont give a fuck if i holla at ur bitch, guarenteed she gettin fucked you can yell and you can scream, and you can fuss and u can fight like its the worst night of your life to me its just another night i aint carin bout ur drama, or breakin up ur home you just a joke for the crew and material for a song mayne chorus |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
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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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
haaa...
haa... wheres monica lewinski?......(hello, hello) shes right here...(right here)hahahaha.... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 1 David Banner: oh my gosh is it him? hell yeah its david banner.. daddy im from mississippi but i moved to atlanta... from the bronx to the queens v12's sittin clean im dipped in candy painted punk u pissed 'cause u aint tvs in this thang watch the falcons play the saints. 10s for my friends, 15s for my foes sterrin wheel, hella drill man this thangs a half a mill just to see chickin head now tell me what ya feel.. cow hide thats right, now im back to the lab me and bone on the slab ??? lets stab... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 2 Bone Crusher: regals, cadilacs, woodgrains, and leather. alright, on my thang call my crusher keep ridin them dubz cant tell me wutz up them country boys come down here and turned it out and then i got em on the floor and made em scream and shout i show my belly and it shake just like jelly... i know yall ready... everybody in this place please get on down as i walk walk walk walter on your tiny town... (Chorus x2) Is that you Lil Jones (lil jones).. comin down on all that chrome (that chrome) bumpin that banner n bone (N bone).. Ridin Dirrty 'cause the south side high Verse 3 David Banner: im ridin dirry on lynch rims be 20 inch callin mr. grinch 'cause i let em ride my inch dont yall know about me, im a bad mama jam oh a bad mama jama i guess we be da bomb give me the head, body, the torso, ??. cows and goats walk around where we from.. forever on the grind, like polish wine, and we gunna keep you ridin ?? every time...hahahaha! |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
In this biatch
Hit that I'm f**ked up Shit YEAHH All the soldiers stand up...my lord............ My lord...... YEAH <Chorus> My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind My lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind, my lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind. This hennesey got me on my knees screamin' God please let my people be free who fightin' off over seas for a man who don't give a f**k who steals slaves Jesus I'm tryin' to walk the path that you gave Goin' down a new world order got my boys on the corner tryin' to flip a quarter I'm in the east coast I'm tryin' to soak in this dirty ass water and my ex girlfriend said I got a little daughter <Chorus> I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs I got some nuts they suck cause I don't give a f**k about nothing mane Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go I gives a f**k about a hoe give me dough my nuda my acres bustin' at you fakers killin' you quakers in the name of my maker patty cake patty cake bakers man give me land I'm tryin' to live life in Gods plan man damn <Chorus> Yea, searchin' the raggly tags for what I'm bout to ask lord I be feelin' all alone and I'm goin' fast another day in the high feelin' goody good still the same ole weed mane it's understood pop pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war busted up and over seas what are we fightin' for something busted in me pussy niggas trip but I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip killas that live on the side so I get aim at fame triple crossin' bosses they so quick to erase yo' name grippin' the grains is a slide that's goin' about my side lord I hope I know I'm doin' wrong I know you still by my side losin' my mind <Chorus> YEAH YEAH Yea south side nigga ahhh Shit what you talkin' about nigga You know what I'm saying all the time nigga Memphis 10, Mississippi South side stand up you know what I'm talking bout |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
David Banner
Chorus: Hey, baby girl, what's your name? Who you with? Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick? Pop that thang, girl; pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl. (2x) Rap: Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy. You looking good when you up in the Caddy?we comin' down. (Uh) Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck?Mistress. screamin' now. (Oh) Name the pot for me; Later on you can gone ride on top of me. Now, we can blow another sack, forget about the ‘Lac. Keep the block and bread?daddy a stack. It's like that! Chorus: Rap: I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak. She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, the butt-cheek. She got gold in her mouth; Always hollerin' about the South. If the boys came through, now, she's putting up the house. (Oh, yeah!) It's true, boo, what I'm doing to you, They way you come through the crib when the night is through. And go down, say this' what they loving us… Now, they really wanna be you, but they don't know how… Chorus: Bridge: She looks so good when she came to me. Said, “Boy, you better pay. I don't pop for free!?? Put it like this, you can suck my peter, Or, even go home cause I really don't need her! I like girls that'll pop it all night for me. And, if another bitch trip, she'll fight for me. And, she'll ride on top like a rodeo, She be poppin' in the club ‘til it's time to go. Rap: (Uh) Then, it's straight to the ‘Lac, Screaming, “Bitch better gimme my scratch?believe that!?? If the boy started trippin?it's click-clack! Pimp, grabbing my hand like they the Mack. (From the mighty, mighty, Mississipp, don't trip! Just call me, and apply for a pimp.) It's all love… Coming back for you boy back of the club When it's over, then maybe you get a hug! Chorus: Pop that thang girl Pop that thang for me (3x) Yeah Yeah Pop that thang |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
(Intro: Mannie Fresh)
Treat your throwback chicks right Ya know what I'm sayin they are people too Every chick that I used to like Done turned dike And every chick that I used to dig hair real is really a wig And every chick that I used to love (ohh!) Done turned to drugs But yet still I keep it real and I'm so in (Chorus: repeat 2X) I'm so in love with you (and I ain't going no where me and you with our guns in the air baby) I'm in love with you (and I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground) (ohh!) (Verse 1: David Banner) I remember those days I was broke and a bitch barely up House smelling like some piss you was there for me Rubbing my head saying its gone be alright The hardest nigga I was crying late at night it was fucking with me In a bucket we would mash out When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out You was that girl that would set that nigga up I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck with me And you did when they came to the crib You grabbed the tech and started bussin' at a bitch aww shit, baby You was my lady when the laughed at my clothes In the front row when them hoes boo'd at my shows And its cool cause you helped me through school '95 selling weed in baton rough And you stayed strong with a pimp trick Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aww shit Baby I'm sorry lets start brand new The world against us all along us two All the shit I done took you through I'm a grown man now (Chorus) (Verse Two: David Banner) The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl You were strong when daddy was gone Fuck a nice home When I was dying as a baby, momma boo you stay true I heard you whisper to the lord, let my child make it through And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid Tell 'em fuck it billy went and hit a lick (Ha ha ha) You were there when the times were hard You're a blessing from the heavens not a breed by god And if I die momma swallow the pain I leave this earth with your blood up in my veins Let it flow free, let it kill me But its on, and the way we ridding caddies Screaming out lil jones (Chorus) |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
(Hook - David Banner) Repeat 2x
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now (Repeat 2x) Lay it down motherfucker, lay it down you bitch (Repeat 2x) (Verse 1 - David Banner) The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker The if you don't come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka The bitch smacker, the cash, the dough The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head Your blood, drip in a mug Poppin' the slugs Me I just don't give a high fuck 'Bout none of yall, or ball Flip, give him a call On the celly, then it's on War until your gone Til' you die, decease Fuck it bitch ain't no peace Ain't no makin' up Bustin this 9 motherfucker Until it's breakin' up I told yall bitches that I'm clickin' I'm flippin these twankies Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin' Like the way I fucked yo babymama nigga you should thanked me What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!! (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 2 - Lil' Flip) -Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!) Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!) I hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin' shit You, fuck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy They love my style from the east to the west boy I keep a pistol for haters We put them spinners on gators Fuck all the braggin' and boastin' I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' You think I'm jokin, I'm not I'll go to war for my niggaz Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my niggaz I'm from the land of the trill Where perpetrators get killed Around my way my nigga That's how we live (Hook) Repeat 2x (Verse 3 - David Banner (Lil' Flip)) -(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh) (Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it) You got pussy bitch, and I seen it And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that niggaz a hoe (Don't ask me to hit my weed, don't ask me to hit my drank) (We the best collaboration nigga fuck what you thank) Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAFUCKA!! And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap dick sucka (We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack) (And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don't like the way yall act And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are I'm cockin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car (Hook) Repeat 2x (Lil Flip - Talking) (David Banner) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck (Bitch, Yeah!) Get buck motherfucker, Get buck, give a fuck (Bitch, Yeah!) (Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) Bitch (Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Will help to make the season bright And tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa is on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Though it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas to you They know that Santa is on his way, he's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is going to spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I'm offering this simple phrase To kids from 1 to 92 Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas, yeah, merry Christmas Merry Christmas, merry Christmas to you Merry Christmas, merry Christmas Merry Christmas |
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from David Banner - Mta2-Baptised In Dirty Water [Screwed And Chopped] (2004)
(feat. Scarface)
(Intro: David Banner talking) Yo mo' (more) I went to see a friend of mine the other day Ya know what I'm talkin' bout? (huh, I'm drunk) She said, "Banner, you need to harmonize (harmonize) and hide" Yeah, okay But I asked her I was like, "How can a nigga be a fucking snitch?!" Fucking snitch, bitch-ass You don't even snitch on yo' fucking enemies, you coward-ass nigga Kill those niggaz (I'm really, really high) Ain't no respect to the game no mo' (more) Niggaz is bitches (niggaz is bitches) (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) I done lost my love for the game Shit'll never be the same I'll never lose my love for the streets (the streets) The streets got love for me Might of lost my love for the game (game) Niggaz don't even act the same I'll never lose my love for the streets Cause the streets got love for me (me) (Verse 1: David Banner) I hit the block before it's sunrise I want to know where you bitch niggaz went and hide (yeh) Went to sleep, open my eyes then I realize (yeh!) Time to serve em weak, clock her ass and mash out Get ya cash out, why ya motherfuckers sleep and ya passed out? I'm in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine (9:00) Five thirty (5:30) took a break, and I'm back on the grind Four ten (4:10) Put some dro in the wind then Let it go cause ya know that a nigga gone Tell she if a nigga get busted Niggaz can't be trusted in the game cause shit ain't the same Motherfuckers want me to blow out they brain (I done lost) Shit cocked and blast Put some lead in a motherfucker fast Never play wit a gun, if ya can't stop that (stop that) Or get that in ya motherfucking ass (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (Verse 2: Scarface) Took a chance when I came in Did my time if I got caught If I lost, it was my fault Took the blame for the whole thing And it was the work, it was my walk To do or double wit the plot then Let a nigga fellin' boxed in I was slangin' in my socks then On the corner flippin' 20's Tryin' to turn em into 50's On the ten speed right in front of walk in It's no hood where I came from Where a nigga got his game from Ain't nothin' changed, I'm the same one To pull a strap out my backpack Cock the hammer back (clack!) Duck and get ya brains hung And shake the cop up when the block clear Cause the drama doesn't stop here Gotta watch for ya own peers Nigga damn near ain't knowin' who the fuck I am And you ain't knowin' how I got here See we don't speak and we don't do nothin' It's on you if you slang things Get your money, homie, maintain Keep yo' motherfucking mouth shut, dawg Or you'll get offset and this a cold game And snitch-niggaz never last long So snitch-niggaz get yo' ass on A snitch-nigga get yo' mask on Took the pledge on my own hand Then killed a rose motherfucker in my last song (Chorus: David Banner) - (Repeat 2X) (w/ minor variations) (Outro: David Banner) I done lost, yeh |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Lil Jon/David Banner/Bun B/Baby D)
[Intro: Lil' Jon, DJ KaySlay] [Lil' Jon] Hey (hey!), what?! (what?!) It's the motherfucking Drama King, KaySlay (yeah!) Me, it's ya boy Lil' Jon, hey (hey!) Let's go (ha!), what?! (what?!) what?! Let's go (ha!), yeah, hey! (hey!) Let's go (ha!) [DJ KaySlay (Lil' Jon)] A yo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama (drama!) King Ain't nothin' but real (yeah) niggaz up on this track (what?) right here A yo Brian, we gots to get up in the mix Like we back on the block in '86 [Chorus: Lil' Jon] If my hood talkin' fake shit, what you gon' catch?! (Drama!! Drama!!) What?! What?! (Drama!! Drama!!) In my face thinkin' "oh he hard!" he'll catch (Drama!! Drama!!) Yeah! (Drama!! Drama!!) Tryin' to say somethin' freak bitch, what he gon' get?! (Drama!!, Drama!!) Hey! Hey! (Drama!! Drama!!) You better back up bitch before you get slapped quick! (Drama!! Drama!!) About that nigga named! (Drama!! Drama!!) [Verse 1: Bun B] Niggaz sayin' what they gon' do when they see that Bun B You tellin' everybody out there all that dumb shit but me Alright, you niggaz want it, I got it FUCK IT, it's his space (space) Soon as I get the work from +Kay+, niggaz is gettin' +Slay+ed (slayed) The 50 Caliber handgun, the Mack (Mack), the Glove (Glove) Catch a nigga off the street, show his bitch-ass some love (bitch-ass some love) Hoe, you ain't gettin' no greater, you's a hater Give him 30 in his grill, feed his ass to the gators Fuck him now, fuck him later, niggaz know cause niggaz seen it (seen it) I'm gettin' my money now or get yo' bitch-ass between it (bitch-ass between it) Rawer than Sushi and still swimmin' in the sea I don't know how shit was but I know how shit is finna be (what?) Killin' off the enemy, short stoppin' ya cuts (yeeah) Cuttin' off ya supply cause now your connect workin' for us (okay) Grab the thang and I'm a bust, I ain't scared to do the time So if you wanna fuck wit us, best of have it on ya mind, nigga [Chorus: Lil' Jon] [Verse 2: David Banner] KaySleezy, man it's easy, look, for me to go and bust On pussy-ass niggaz who can't shut the fuck up The Drama-Slap-Ya-Momma King and Mr. Mississippi If it's problems come and get me man, I'll dump 150 Out the (A) K, blowin' my way, make his momma say, "oh my!" Niggaz die, I roll around high All the dro clicked out bustin' the .44 If ya really buck girl, then you slap that hoe Knock her out Bitch look, ya know what I'm about Born fair If ya real then put it in the air Big guns, big funds and real big wheels Go on hit him in his chest and watch his body windmill Aw FUCK, David Banner is comin' out the cut All I got in this world is my word and my nut - fuck nigga [Lil' Jon talking] + (David Banner) Yo we gotta let these (yeah) niggaz know what they gettin' When they fucking startin' wit that bullshit [Chorus: Lil' Jon] [Verse 3: Baby D] Motherfucker want it, get done up Packin' heat out the summer BLAOW! BLAOW! in the crowd Now watch the crowd go ball And this here (yeeah) about the clip and (hoe) they dug it (hoe) And givin' blood up (come on) I'm too fast for 'em Mr. Potato (oh) Head (ooh), nigga then slid and mash on Clash on 'em (yeeah), harass 'em (yeeah) Flash 'em (yeeah) wit a full tank of gas Then put this (oh) in ya ass Wit acid (yeeah), without a reason (hoe) ain't leakin' But (come on) how my tolerance is limited Got 'em smokin' like chimney, leave ya body dumpin' like Jimmeny You the enemy that envy me (hoe) it's a sin to be (come on) Friends wit these niggaz who ain't kin to me Family, countin' (ooh) the problems, when we jump off probably Hard and he soft (hey), I was taught (hoe) Uh, (come on) when you done wit 'em (what?), they better not be able to walk Don't talk (yeeah) and let your answers speak for ya (for ya) The block ain't hot until it boil I love the block (yeeah) like hot pot did Donald Boyle (ooh) I make bread on the soil [Chorus: Lil' Jon] |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
(Chorus: Magic)
Now we can take a walk to my truck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN) And I ain't tryin to say you're a duck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN) And I ain't tryin to say you're a ho (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN) But bitch I'm doin bad and I'm broke (BITCH I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho (YEA!) And I ain't payin for shit, I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) (Verse One: Magic) Bitches get a boot, I ain't trickin all the loot Sick of lyin to them hoes, I'ma tell 'em all the truth A brother doin bad, buy your own f**kin drank Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin for my bank I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a jew So if you're, lookin for love bitch you know what to do Find a man, cause I ain't givin nuttin but dick If you insulted? Grab your f**kin pussy and split! Callin my phone, tryin to get in V.I.P. I'll get you in but my niggaz want some head for free If you're, wit it I'm wit it, if you're not get-the-f**k ho Thinkin a nigga get you treated like a buck ho (Chorus) (Verse Two: David Banner) Let me hold somethin Banner - look you cain't hold shit Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin like a bitch Get some motherf**kin nuts, be a motherf**kin man Y'all them same niggaz laughin when I step off in that van Bootlegger cocksuckers in my face, you a fan ho Get up off my nuts and start your own f**kin band ho Grab some f**kin chalm sticks, get off of a nigga dick Even if you had a pussy bitch I wouldn't splurge trick Man I'm comin down hard, pullin pussy niggaz cards If you don't like it KNUCKLE UP and take it to the yard Dead but you won't get a cent from me But you can get a good ass kickin for free, punk bitch! (Chorus) (Verse Three: Lil' Boosie) Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls scream Holla "Boosie bad-ass, let me hit ya cup of lean" Told her no way, look like you be-fo'play I hit you with this dick and I'm gon' make you run like O.J. Now they got redbones, blackbones, horses, and stallions But if you got that fire cat {?} Boosie he ain't gone You want your bread fire really you can get it But we linin like we dope and all my niggaz wanna hit it I'm a fool in Mississippi, I'm lovin the hype Everything I drop it they gon' cop it like I'm Tina & Ike I got a clique of real niggaz and we ready to fight And we fo' sho' to hittin somethin at the telly tonight I'm at the suites with two freaks, I'm slappin 'em on they cheeks I'm hittin 'em from the back off a David Banner beat Now I'm skeetin on the sheets, headed to another city Where we go and get some cat and we ain't gotta pay a penny nigga (Chorus) |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
(David Banner talking)
I wish I had my pistol. Miggas, think the south is a fad nigga. I went back and picked up my nigga B.G. We gon crank this mug. Soutside motherf**ker!!!! Chorus Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for) Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! (war) What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (B.G.) They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,) If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em. They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,) If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em. Verse 1 (David Banner) I'm hittin you bitches, With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds, thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead. I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch. Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth. Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass, Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast. This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas. That's ten shots, ten pops from a f**king glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block. Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me David Ban. The man with a plan to put your ass in some land. Bitch!!! Chorus Verse 2 (B.G.) Nigga, where I'm from, All we do is kill and hustle, If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble. I'd insult niggas, on a block that got they're stash took, The niggas who took it turned around and got his ass busted. I'm out here, half the time I dont sleep. How Imma sleep when I'm in the streets and I got beef. On my block it's war; we live like we in Pakistan, I got the mac in my pants, and I got crack in my hands. I give it how you want it; I take it how it come. They say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun I been a little soldier; I been a little beast. I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through me. Chorus Verse 3 (David Banner) When I pray, I dont know what to say. Just beg to the Lord to let me see another day. A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through ***** Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm. Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam, Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil' John Imma wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga. (B.G.) My mom ashamed of me, I'm in the game now. I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to change now. Im on the block with it, I'm in the club with it. Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it. Chorus |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads the candy lady told me it's y'all late dem demons comin' my souls tight bodys old, let im sick of runnin you better pray one day, look you gotta choose right or wrong, you gone, young man make a move revelations drawn closer man a 3 headed beast the chosen one might not rise from the east south side ima ride till the gas gone i wish i could call jesus up on the phone like lord im still burnin from the slave trade cant reproduce 'cause our folks got aids the black folks is killin' black folks, not gays i spray the AK and pray, why were you late this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads cut my wrists in fear when do i go from here my mind's less than clear do i turn in shame from what could save do i find my knees and pray? its great, lord im sorry for my sins i prepare for the end you just let me know when its hard like a boulder this world's gettin colder but ima stand strong till you call for your soldiers this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads let the devil come and go tell em let my soul be 'cause i got the lord with me let the devil come and go tell em let my soul be 'cause i got the lord with me we were blind now we see in the end we'll be free we were blind now we see in the end we'll be free this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads tell em meet me at the crossroads |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
[David Banner]
WOO! Oh.. She looks so beautiful, don't you agree? Girl, you know what I think you should do right now? You should just take off all of your clothes Every article of clothing, except for the, Leave the pumps on girl, I like that Enough of the kissin and huggin.. [Chorus x2] We should be fuckin, on da bed on da couch now, Fuckin, fuckin, fuckin.. From the front to the living room, we should be fuckin [David Banner] Let the boys make love, Let me fuck ya from da back, hair pullin, hot wax They won't do it like dat, They can't do it like this, They won't tie you by your wrist And spank ya lil sexy bad ass, cum quick (hey), Yea I know you hard at work Yea I know your boss a jerk, You can come to da platter, tie you up, witcha skirt Let ya man make love, Let me bring ya to da crib, you a big city gurl Let me show you where I live, Gotta pond in da front, gotta lake in da back If you wanna pop da trunk, We can do it in da lac, Got a dick like a horse Let me see you take that [Chorus] [David Banner] Girl gon' lose ya mind, Let my dick touch your spine, Cum 4 or 5 times, Southside bump-n-grind Young lady stand in line, But I wanna fuck you, And all ya freaky dreams I wanna make come true, Like fuckin on da back porch, Gon' let it out, Or we can fuck in time square I make you scream Dirty South Damn I ain't tryna run game, But I will make you scream my name (David Banner), Yea my G5 just an airplane, Take it how you want it girl pleasure or pain (hey), Yea cuz ya dealin wit a mack now, Go and tell ya friends dat I blew ya back out [Chorus] [Jazze Pha] When ya step into the crib, Get in your birthday suit, Girl leave on ya heels And get it ready for daddy, I guarantee your satisfaction, I hope your ready for action I'm in da mood (baby), Forget ya nigga, Stand and revizzle put ya back into it When I work da middle, (make it hurt a little) When I hit it from the back girl [Chorus] |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
It's ya boy, David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South Let's walk! Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch We represent Memphis, 'Sippi And I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me We started gangsta walkin', nigga, now no MC Hammer Just a really dealy, get you hyper than hype No cut or no arm 'n' hammer Slam a hater to the flo', stomp 'em all on in dat hole Mean as hell on dat liquor, meaner than dat on that blow So don't push me, motherfucker, push me motherfucker, push I'm affiliated wit more terrorists than G Bush, bitch! We got them niggaz gettin' wild, gettin' buck, havin' fist Put a bottle in their hand, put a blunt to their lips Gangsta walkin' in da club, err'body gon' piss And da hoes on the corner workin' graveyard shift Yeah, they call me the juice from that north north set Where they rob for the folks and they divvy up the net Ain't no talkin', fuck some talkin', we gon' shoot 'em in they chest If a coward wanna jump, it's gon' be a bloody mess, bitch! Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Now we can get it buck in da club With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo' chain Fuck security, find out they can't do a thang Out the frame pussy nigga, you too soft, push you off me Stompin' hoes to the flo' and never scared to pop heat Ah, hammer on your bird, on the chest, don't talk shit tonight Ain't no thang to bust yo' head and start a fight Like bitch, what?s up now? North Mississippi in this bastard Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastered I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner Yeah! It'll be fabulous if you leave 'Cuz I'm tryin' to stomp your body till yo' ass can't breathe Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Left foot, right foot, swingin' both from yo' fist You better keep it movin' yo' weak ass might get hit Kids don't count when you buck back too hard Get ready to finish anything that you start Straight from the mound, boys, better not clown I got eighty-five niggaz wit me represent the town Two hundred automatic Uzi's wit atomic armed clips Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip Young pimp smoke weed, don't stoke, might sip Four-fifths with a bunch of hollow tips in the whip I'm pimp tight MGJ, you can look at my resume Never been a trick, neva eva played Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Yea, hot ass, South Side, dick up in yo' muthafuckin mouth, nigga South Side till I die, Mississippi, weak bitch This hot shit by David Banner You ain't gotta go nowhere nigga I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga You ain?t gotta front like it?s hard, bitch boy, yea |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
I'd like to welcome ya'll back to Mississippi,
Yea, I missed ya'll niggas. I just want you to know (YEAH), God is for the thugs too.(YEAH) Chorus: This is for my thug niggas, all the pimps and the drug dealers, theives and the motherf**kin killers. The ones who aint never had shit, that's why we get crunk in this bitch. This is for my thug niggas, all the pimps and the drug dealers, theives and the motherf**kin killers. The ones who aint never had shit, that's why we get crunk in this bitch. Verse 1: Daddy in the pen, momma out suckin dick, I aint never had fam so I ride with my click. Said I die for my click, jealous hoes die too, I would have been a lawyer by the age of 22, But I won't so I don't give a f**k about killing dudes. I sell crack too, I will jack dudes, I dropped out of school to buy my daughter some food. And her momma don't live around here no more. They took her life when they kicked in my door. Yelling bitch where the dope, then blow, blow, blow They thought I was a beast, tell the bitch look now, Imma smoke my weed, Imma f**k me a hoe, Imma want your dough, Imma kick your do', Imma slap your hoe, Imma take your date, When I think about the Lord I got to see one day. I'm sorry... Chorus Verse 2: Imma get me a 'laq, Imma ride down ten, Imma pray to the lord, I won't die in the pen. Gotta serve for my sins, Imma serve me a cop, I gotta watch my back for the f**kin' undercovers. Yelling:F**k the clips!!! F**k the PD!!! F**k em!! Bitch Imma come up to the crib, Imma flood my block, Imma ride downtown, yelling f**k Trent Lott. They done raped grandmama, they done took our land, Now they wonder why a nigga don't give a hot damn, damn, damn.... Chorus |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Chorus -- David Banner
I can hear it in the cold of the night, ya'll niggas wanna take ma life (oh) I been tryin ta do right, but they still wanna take ma life (oh) I can hear it in the cold fo the night, ya'll niggas wanna take ma life (oh) I been tryin ta do right, but they still wanna take ma life (oh) Verse 1 -- David Banner I can feel it in the night time I say the lord gave life, but these niggas wanna take mine I heard it through the grapevine They ain't have to feel, they'd rather see me burnin in hell, n thats the truth They'll set you up got proof, think about the 12 dicipes What one traitor did to christ, for small cheese And they'll do it to me, damn and they'll do it to you It only takes one in your crew To cock back, black, and take ya life from you To cock back, black, and take ya life from you ...Damn... Chorus Verse 2 -- David Banner Think about the slave trade, we sold our own juss to get paid And now adays its tha same thang, let ya braids hang White folks contributed, to gang bang Gain, dope slang, gain, mayn But we all some thugs The same one that you love will kill ya ass for drugs Come to the funeral with kisses and hugs For ya mom, ya sister, ya brother and all And really all they wanted was to see you fall Bestfriend dead for this nigga can ball Bestfriend dead so tha streets can ball ...Damn... Chorus x1 Verse 3 -- Sky Sometimes I tend to lose my faith Im askin god to hear ma case If you could see it through ma eyes They all wanna see me meet my dimize I feel alone to lose my mind Beggin god juss send me a sign Tryna do the best that I can Be a man and follow gods plan I been tryin to do right but niggas wanna take my life I been tryin to do right and niggas wanna take my life Chorus x1 |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Pick up your gun
jump in the whip lets ride on this like oh oh oh (x4) (Chorus) I put that on everything -I will be reppin the south to the day that i die I put that on everything From the midwest i'm ready to ride because i'm from the Chi I'm from the M i'm from the Double the S, yall know the rest Talk about that and I'll dig in yo chest Ready to die for these streets so hit you with with this heat You don't want to see T and DB and i put that on everything (x2) |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Finger fuck your pussy like you want some, girl Work it like a nigga straight licking on your pearl I wanna see you cum in the middle of the dance floor A nigga can't fuck, what you think a friend of me for I'ma beat that pussy up You get it wet enough, I might lick it up Lickey, lickey, lickey, like a peppermint swirl Lick that clit Cum girl Uh, I wanna see your legs shake Take you to the crib, we can fuck til the bed break Uh, fuck you til your pussy ache Think about the type right now, girl, mastur (Uh uh) Beg for a nigga, freak you in the clubs stop worrying about them other hoes It's me in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Cum when you're feeling good, lick it all off Catch it in your mouth, like your last name Moss Play with the nitty girl, stick it on in I'm feeling real freaky girl, bring your friends I can make 'em bounce like 1, 2, 3 It ain't nothin' to a pimp, girl, play with the g-spot Make it hot, gon on, get your girl, Sheryl Bring your clique Cum girl And I'ma make 'em all cum Beat it like Mr. Calipark on the drum I'ma beat it like Mike when he fucked Billie Jean Work it, work it, work it, til you make that pussy cream Move it to the right, move your finger to the left Work it all around til your ass outta breath I ain't tripping on ya baby, put some dick in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Bend it on over, lemme see it from the back Work your thumb in it girl, I love it like that Freaky ass hoes, lil freaky ass men Lemme work ya slow, lemme see it going in Then you pull it out, put your fingers in your mouth You make a nigga wanna fuck your ass on the couch While we're still in the club, show your pussy love Work that clit Cum girl Go on and hit the dance floor Open up wide, lemme show you what's it made for Uh, like a finger, like a donkey Lemme see you play, play with your monkey Damn, cause your ass so chunky Bring it here, sweaty, cause I love it when it's funky I'ma put some dick in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Work that clit Cum girl |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner
Album: Beautiful Mix Song: Ridin' David Banner: I'm from a place Where You gotta let yo' nutz hang Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open Just to let your f**kin' guts hang Right there in front of the kids I might as well split your Whig 'Cause that's just what the master did But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like Sojourner, Man, the truth F**k a 'Creek ? I care but you in doubts ? And go "Woof" He ain't dead What pledge There's a stank up in the Busch Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit Man, it's dead props Here in Chicago But hit this hi-lo Warriors come play Click the bottles Cock them AK's (YEAH!) Bust on KK's (YEAH!) With the Knuckle boy Or the Other Two And the Stic-Man Given Dead on your shirt Like a Wristband You a Grown Man Nigga, Stand tall Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (YEAH!) Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Dead Prez: Yo' Niggas is not orginal Niggas follow the radio Niggas think if You Blow Then You gotta be on the TV Show Crackas is hypocritical Crackas will rob and shit on You 'Cause see You do what they do They know freedom is powerful Niggas is very visual If we see it, we think it's true Very few niggas make a move And even less'll see it through Crackas make up the chemicals Then they call us the criminals Crackas make all the loot And we just get the residuals Niggas will rob and shot on You Crackas will drop a bomb on You Niggas is having funerals Crackas is having barbeques Niggas sing the blues That's reminicin' the spritual But when You say GAWD is You Niggas ain't really hearing You Crackas like to capitalize Them crackas a lie They say if You don't ?unionnize? Then You'll probably die I hate callin' niggas niggas So I'ma take it backwards I ain't got now love for whithey I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!) (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Talib Kweli: Yeah! I call myself real N-I-G-G-A 'Cause Kweli be Showin' on the floor And they policies My philosophies Show you that the block Is a part of me Freedom Fighter Like Richard Carter be It's deep how the street knowledge beef 'Cause it ran like a code inside of me It's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself A nigga You ask me Who's got my back When the cops harass me Ya'll can label Cinncinatti Can ride the train Or with the Caddie When they call you Nigga they scared of You They fearin' You So actually If CRACK is gone Be fearing Niggas Then that's what the F**k I have to be Now It's a badge of honor And some say that Shit's upsurd It's more than just a word We flip the shit Like it's a 'bird Pass it down through Generations, then Cuss you out and say it loud The first generation Of Muthaf**kas To grab Our Nuts and Say it proud Country Niggas or City Niggas Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas In the coridor, floor or door, And all my Mississippi Niggas We connected All throughout The North, the East, the West, the South And if a Wyte boy say the shit He'll still get punched Right in the mouth (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' (Ending 2x) All they got for You Is a Cell my Nigga They want You Dead or in jail Without Rebel my Nigga In the streets It's similar to Hell My Nigga But we gonna Boss up And live well My Nigga |
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