[Intro:]
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
Wit' a top model and a contestines
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da foller
Chrome on the monster leather intestines
With a top model and a contestines
I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller
[Verse 1:]
Im higher than the solar system of the twizzle
Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin'
On myself Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics
Im jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic
Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started
I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California
'Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em
I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie
And I ain't got a clique I got a cattle homie
Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein' boo
Im talkin' foreign money like a European dude
Yeah Im heavy man so you should reconsider
I hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium
I got rhythm yeah I got soul ya
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore
I got this bitch on lock like a closed door
Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore
Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store
Im successful I got more shit than you can hope for
And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore
Young Carter the name
Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine
[Bridge:]
Whip it stretch it and flip it
Reup stretch it and flip it [x3]
[Verse 2:]
Reup, we up in the club we up in the club
Money runnin' like water bitch get up in the tub
Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we fuckin the club
Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit
And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion
I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace
And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and decievin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'ma be screamin Apple and Eagle
Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I'm already workin on the sequel
Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home
Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
Im funky like underarms
The engineers recordin a thunderstorm
My hunger forms then ring the alarms
The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm
[Outro:]
Weezy Fuckin'
two fingers Featuring Jaggged Edge
The Game - David Banner
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
[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
[David Banner Talking]
hey yo this tha biggest colibration in mutha fuckin
rap history we got young gunz , hype-d , bun b , magic ,
[Young Chris of Young Gunz - Verse 1]
hey yo R.O.C. In tha mutha fuckin house
ya fake niggaz need to take that dick
out yo mouth cuz nigga we in tha house
and put it on ya face and cough it up
beat that thing up you know how we roll
[Bun-B-Verse 2]
Its tha H-town texas comin through
ta speakers this is for tha niggaz
with a beaker for a nose i got bunch hoes
In H-town texas there aint no foes keep on reppin
tha dirty south and maybe we wont have 2 smack
yo mouth
[Hype - d - Verse 3]
Its tha ROC , and tha h-town niggaz
and tha dirty south reppas , runnin through yo town
ready to go down cuz when we come to yo town man u know
what went down man we shut shit down preformin our not
you know we there throw a drink in tha air and throw yo
mutha fuckin hands in tha air like u just dont mutha fuckin
care shit nigga im tha man i had to get on this numba 1 hit
just to show ya who i am i aint no fake so nigga shut up
before i buck u up , Hype-d , roc - h town in tha house
and you cant do a mutha fuckin thing bout it
[David Banner - Chrous ]
Its tha street life rollin through ya street
packin 45's choppaz and 9's nigga this is
tha real street life , tha real street life
MUTHA FUCKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Magic - Verse 4 ]
ya boy magic tha real fuckin soilder
pass tha doulja im that nigga now rap is
back so frame it up u bitches!!!!!!
[Hype -D , Bun-B , magic , Young Chris , and david banner all saying]
Hey yo nigga we back
[hype-d laughing]
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
Fuck, 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)
Chorus)
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Im a motherfucker ridin on 22's
Youze a rewinder
Motherfuckers suck my cock
Then I fuck them back nigga
So they cant fuck as good motherfucker
Vijay Daya fucked me through the ass
Motherfuckers are happy when they fuck me up
Ryan Bower is a faggot that fucks his mom
Ho give me a shout out when you get to the top fag
Fuckin Andrew rides on his uncle faggot
Now sing it bitch
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
(Chorus)
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Then we will Fuck till dawn
Fuck in the morning bitch
Ill beat you motherfuckin pussy up bitch
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
WHat the fuck you gun do now faggots
Go fuck you mom
(laughing)
Ya bitch
We fucking kill ya
You cant beat this
Outro
BITCH STEP THE FUCK OUT NIGGa
WELL FUCK YOU UP ASSHOLE
YA STEP THE FUCK UP
AND THEN FUCK UP
BITCH
(LAUGHING)
David Banner
Chorus:
Hey, baby girl, what€™s your name? Who you with? Do you wanna get down with this flippin€™ all the trick? 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, €œBoy, 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, €œBitch 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:
Pick up your gun
jump in the whip
lets ride on this like oh oh oh
I put that on everything
-I will be reppin the south to the day that i die
I put that on everything
haha i dunno some1 give the lyrics please J_lilgangsta
hotmail.com
In this biatch
Hit that
I'm fucked up
Shit
YEAHH
All the soldiers stand up...my lord............
My lord......
YEAH
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 fuck 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
I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs
I got some nothing they suck cause I don't give a fuck about nothing
mane Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go
I gives a fuck 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
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
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
Chorus:
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:
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 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 diciples
With one trade it dead 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 ya crew
To cock back, bla, and take ya life from you
To cock back, bla, and take ya life from you
(chorus)
Verse:
Think about the slave trade, we sold our own juss to get paid
And all days its tha same thang, let ya braids hang
White folks contributed, its a gang bang
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 ta see ya fall
Bestfriend dead for these nigga can ball
Bestfriend dead so tha streets can ball
(Chorus)
Verse (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 read my dimize
I feel alone to lose my mind
Beggin god juss send me a sign
Tryin to 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 but niggas wanna take my life
(chorus)
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
Lil Jon
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
its yo mutha fuckin 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 fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
need to get the fuck out the club (get out bitch)
all yall hate niggas (what)
get the fuck out the club (get out)
cuz 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
I'm livin today
(Chorus-Devin) 1/2x
I don't know if it'll be alright, it'll be ok
If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
But I'm living today
(Devin)
I've been checkin out this reefer 'bout an hour and it sounds so soothin
It's kinda hard to write this one and keep the track movin
Barbeque with weed and brew is how we usually do it
Get it dumpin while we pumpin up some good music
Can't afford to lose it, hobbied to a full-time job
Keep my track record clean for those who wanna pull my card
It's kinda hard on a brotha with the struggle and all
But all I can say is just keep hustlin and y'all
Got to love it live it, ya can't be in it for nothin
'Cause there's too many niggas out there who witness this shit,
it's not fair
Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame
Just tryna' take the right road, please, call Jermaine
I've seen rain, but now it's pourin
And at least I gotta have a Sweet when I wake in the mornin
So let's just all do our thing like an orchestra does
Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz
(Chorus)
(David Banner)
I can't blame it on my mama, nigga I knew she was broke
No education so she spent the last check on some dope
Hovers to John's and my father never seen the funds
But I heard he was locked in jail keep his nuts on his tongue
Who gives a fuck, the government can lick the sweat off my dick
They put crack off in the hood and lock us up when we trip
A little dough, ask them hoes what they put in here for
I heard birds fly through the wind, then they land at your door
Hot sex all night until my body gets numb
I'm too nervous to relax so I bail when I come
Can't get alone with my folks so I dump on them fools
Basketball is all they taught a young nigga in school
Fuck your foot, and your basket, you can lick on my balls
My school don't have the internet so I stuff crack in my draws
And if y'all know a better way, then y'all help me escape
From this hell that I live everyday
(Chorus)
(Kamikaze)
Dear Lord, please forgive me, I've sinned against your land
I've lived this life so hella trife in this pursuit of loot and fame
You saw your child weapin on his knees at night in vein
And it's a way from tryna' get off in this game
But if it's all the same, can I digress, I've struggled, nonetheless
Make my first mistake of learnin how to drink and smoke the cess
Did my best to tread water but it was just as I feared
At the time I needed friends that was the time they disappeared
See I got jeered in every corner, couldn't hang 'cause I was broke
Thought he had a record deal, it seemed to be the runnin joke
And it's just enough to drive a soul of man to drink and smoke
Just enough to make a college grad go out and sell dope
And it was never "how ya doin", never "can I help"
"Can I share this wealth", I guess I have to make it by myself
Could it be the situation came from dirt that I had done
Havin no earthly idea where my next dollar's comin from
Didn't give a damn if daddy all alone up in this world
Didn't care anotha nigga had helped to feed my baby girl
Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke down from all the stress
Wasn't there at six that mornin, when my car got reposessed
I thought y'all was my homies, but I guess it's just as well
You left sho' 'nuff, you're rock bottom and I'm a let y'all burn in hell
You're bitches
(Chorus to fade)
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 cuz 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 cuz 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 cuz 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 cuz the south side high
Verse 3 David Banner:
im ridin dirry on lynch
rims be 20 inch
callin mr. grinch cuz 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!
feat. Busta Rhymes, Twista
[Twista]
By the time I done got up in the do' all I wanna see is phatty drop to the flo'
Come and bump it for the balla' name Twist', while I sit in V.I.P. poppin' Cris' and Mo'
Come and kick it with the playa' that get the ass and the cash by the incredible bulk
Sippin' Hiptnoiq and Hennessy, yeah we call it Incredible Hulk
Cause I gotta' get that bud, when I'm up in the club
Jackin' booties 'til the mornin'
Thinkin' bout it bonnin, realizing, realizing, that I am zonin'
Cause the guls here look so good somebody need to put them in a magazine, and a
My homies got it from the front to the back with they straps and they magazines
And a baby show me how you do that roll
Make it jump and jiggle cause yo' booty swoll
Come over here show me how you pop it and drop it
You know I love when you work that good dick hoe
Get it crunk it's a kinky thing
Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs like a chicken wing
Figure how you do those kinky things
Slex it if it's a Chi-town head this Mississippi thang
Cars, got to do it, clothes, got to do it
Ice, got to do it, gul' put yo' booty and yo' back into it
Put a David Banner crack into it, and I bet your system gon' beat
And this is how the Twista spit it to the remix for these freaks
[Chorus: repeat 4X]Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' {*2X*}
Like a pimp
[David Banner]
All my ladies say Owww..
My female pimps the way that you hit the flo' and makes a sista' pay cash
Bring it back to daddy can you work that ass out, you know me
It's the M-I crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter crooked letter, I
Hump yo' back, hump yo' back, I
All my gang bangin' dope slangers throw it up, high
Sets up, you could come to the south talkin' smack and get so wet up
Screamin' "Where's my girl?"
Don't worry buddy she here with us, shakin' and poppin'
Droppin' real slow but she ain't stoppin' nothin' man
She came to get down for the clique
We got cash so we screamin out "shake somethin BITCH!"
This is yo' song, let me see your dirty thong
David Banner, Mississippi tell them boys that it's on (Tell them boys that it's on)
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
(Like a pimp)
Y'all know who it is, better believe it's Busta Rhymes
So start runnin' around my nigga
I'm bustin' bustin' heads
Instead fill them with lead you better chill when my runners around, my nigga
I got a lot of bitches playin' with eachother in a hotel room while they rollin' around my nigga
Cause everytime we in a place every nigga know Flip Mode gotta' be holdin' it down my nigga
Sick, with a little dro', sick, with a little dough
Sick, with a little flow make you love it a lot
Quick cause I gotta' do it
and I gotta' rep for the rich and the little po nigga tuggin' the block
Chicks in the mink sit in the back seat when I'm on a strip and I roll in the drop
Sip a little bit of 'gac dip a little when I whip the Cadillac truck throwin' it up
And we gotta' put it down and keep it pimpin' 'til they cannot deny
Just grab yo' bottles and keep sippin', throw your hands in the sky
All of my, people (people), keep it (keep it), goin' (wassup)
You little sucka' nigga tryna keep it a secret but we blowin' you up
Better get it, better grip if you ain't know that we only messin' with the hoes
Better know wassup, better pour a little 'gac in my glass
While I'm watchin all the bitches like a pimp while I'm holdin' my cup
Now watch me pour just a little bit of 'gac out for my homies
Throw it back OUT, with a little shorty, blow her back OUT, like a PIMP, playa
[Chorus]
(Chorus-Fiend)
If I had a choice, I would choose to live as long as you
Roll with ??? you, that's my word
If I had a choice, I would choose to live as long as you
Roll with ??? you, that's my word
(Fiend)
I yet have'nt learned enough words to explain
Can't figure what it is star, please listen to my heart
I ain't never been dedicated to nothin other than blunt snuffin
Your women cuttin and pistol bustin, we all grow
Ask my cousin whether his stubborn ass responded
He doesn't, it ain't a lie, we all came from nothin
But that ain't a reason to love Fiend no lesser
And this ain't for the pity, whatever
For the ones that lick it together
Look, I really ain't gon' be here, drinkin and smokin
Maybe not see clear
But dog I sobered up
Still survive a Fiend, gone, soldier what
Ain't nothin changed ask Tre, still feel with those ???
Numb, can't feel whether it's cold or what
Kept a not-not, but what a time, look, it rolled me up
Don't wanna hold ya up, keep ya knees so covered
And I'm a tell her everyday her uncle love her
(Chorus)
(David Banner)
Lord I'm sorry I didn't pray last night, I was tired
Runnin through the porch tryna' get on the Red Eye
Lately I ain't prayed for a minute, man I'm fallin
These demons they got cell phones and lately they been callin
And lately I been listenin
Lord, does it really matter if I'm Muslim or Christian
Juan's case he didn't win, is he out, or in
Sometimes I wish he wasn't born in this world of sin
Bless his soul, but now my soul is on wait
Lord I'm askin, now I'm beggin, please don't close the gate
Lord I'm comin, I'm tired but my soul keeps runnin
I told him you were comin but my people did nothin
Little Justin, tell 'em I love him, I didn't rub him or hug him
And tell him don't start thuggin like his big brother Lavell
Ain't no price in this world for your soul to sell
It's gettin warm around here, am I in Heaven or Hell
(Chorus-to fade)
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
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (4x)
Like a Pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
Like a pimp
Real 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 imma pimp
I aint 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 on her nees
I GOT ONE HOLDIN THE SERVE
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 yall 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 its all right
Cause you know we don't kiss
Like Too $hort said
Bitches aint shit
I tried to told ya
Dat most girls really freaks
And dis is how they gotta
make they money every week
[Chorus]{repeat 4 times}
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo'(2x)
Like a pimp
[David Banner]
Step into the club looking just like a pimp
We got cash
So we screaming out "shake something BITCH"
This is the song
Tell the DJ put it on
Micheal Tyler made you shake
Sisqo made you show your thong
Bitch im 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)
FUCK IT show yo pussy lips
YOU GO TO TUGALOO (COLLEGE) but I know you still flip
Bitch don't trip
Aint a damn thang changed
I still love my queenS
But bitches keep me to the game
So if you gotta hoe
Shake em up and let em go yeah
And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
Like a Pimp
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
Now don't you hate them hoes
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 Pappadeaux's
Eating steak and shrimp
[David Banner]
Or you can catch us at E&j; pouring it up
Flip whipping Cali trucks
Guls licking my nuts
We some south side pimps
And we aint giving a fuck
POKE 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 its 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's TRIP
Imma bust a clip
Yall bitches can't fuck wit me
And
[Lil' Flip]
Lil' Flip Nigga
Nigga Nigga
Yea nigga
This for the real money makers 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
It's ya boy David Banner
I'ma see if i can bring tha Gangsta Walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
Lets Rawl! (roll)
Chorus David Banner X2
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
Verse 1 DJ Paul
We represent memphis sim beat
I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin nigga no MC hammer
We really dealy get you hyper then 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
Me done did dat on dat blow
So don't push me motherfucker
Push me motherfucker push
I'm affilated wit more terriost then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2 Juicy J
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Have a fist
Hand on a bottle in they hand and a blunt to they lip
Gangsta Walkin in da club err'body gon piss
And hoes on the corner
Workin graveyard shit
Yeah they call me the juice
form that north north set
Where they rob for the folks
And they divey up the nets
Ain't no talk fuck the talkin
Shoot em in they chest
If a coward wanna jump it goin be a bloody mess
Bitch
Chorus x2
Verse 3 Marcus
Now we can get it buck in da club
With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo chain
Fuck security find out that they can't do a thang
Out the frame pussy nigga you to soft push you off me
Stompin hoes to the flo
And never scared to pop heat
Ahh hammer on you bird
On the chest don't talk shit tonight
Ain't no thatng to bust yo head
And start a fight
like Bitch whats up now nigga
Verse 4 David Banner
North mississippi in this bastard
Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastured
I remember the wall trick
If you got some manner
Gangsta walk yo ass over
pump in tha banner yea!
It'll be fabulous if you leave
Cuz I'm tryin to stomp your body
Till yo ass can't breathe
Yeah
Chours x2
Verse 5 8Ball & MJG
--8Ball
left foot right foot
Swingin both from yo fist
Yo better keep it movin
Yo weak ass might get hit
--MJG
Kids don't count when we buck back to hard
get ready to finish anything you start
--8Ball
Straigh from the mound
boys better not clown
I got 85 niggaz wit me
Representin town
--MJG
200 automatic uzi's wit atomic armed clips
Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip
--8Ball
Young pimp smoke weed
Don't stoke might sip
4 5'ths
With a bunch of hollow tips in the whip
--MJG
I'm pimp tight
M-J-G you can look at my resume
Never been a trick neva eva played
Chour x2
Yea!
Hot ass south side dick up in yo
Muthafuckin mouth nigga
South side till i die
Mississipi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your aint gotta go no where nigga
Im up in this city, you can find me nigga
You aint gotta front like its hard
Bitch boy
Yey! hehaha
[Intro: 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 conceited, I say you God damn right
Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna crank 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 DSGB!
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 way!"
And spelling red rum 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: David Banner]
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, 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]
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
cuz 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' {??}
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 jJane, Mocoa at Blue Flame Carolyn and Marilyn and Angie and Shamane
Brandie and Aleyah Shamari and Lakisha, 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)
[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
(David Banner talking)
I wish I had my pistol.
Think the south is a fad...
I went back and picked up B.G.
We gon crank this mug.
Soutside!!!!
Chorus
Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for?
(B.G.)
They made to bust with em, they made to bang with em,
If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em.
They made to bust with em, they made to bang with em,
If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em.
Verse 1
(David Banner)
I'm hittin you through,
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 fucking 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.
Chorus
Verse 2
(B.G.)
Yeah I'm slum.
All we do is kill and hustle,
If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble.
I'm insulted, on a block that got they got they're stash took,
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 death 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, ***** will 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 ***
If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms.
(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
(CHORUS:)
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
(Verse 1)
Lenny is a mutherfuckin faggot
Fucks his mom and his dad Bitch
So what the hell is u gun do
Fuckin faggot Lenny
Lets go on with this bitch
Asains need to fuckin die
Shhhyeah
Cum on nelly, lets keep it going
So Faggots get the fuck back
Nigga shut the fuck up
Bush likes Dick Bitch
Shhhyeah
Now we need more whores less fags
Get the fuck back lenny
Shhhyeah
(CHORUS:)
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
(Verse 2)
Lenny and Andrew have just had kids
Fucking gay bitches
Shhhyeah
So what the fuck next
Uhh i aint finished asshole
Dicks fuck pussies
Shhhyeah
Dicks fuck assholes
Shhhyeah
Step the fuck back
You call me racist and ill bring my Ak 47 to your hood
NIGGA
You feel me
Shit, Not you faggot Lenny
Now whats we gon do Nelly
This city is no fucking fun
Shit fuck the sun
And This is over till next mutherfuckin time
Shhhyeah
(CHORUS:)
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya Guys I Told ya
[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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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-fuck 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 motherfuckin nuts, be a motherfuckin 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 fuckin band ho
Grab some fuckin 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]
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!
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
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?
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
If ya ride around town in his truck
Put his keys in the air and crank it up
And if that boy got wood on the wheel
Grip that motherfucker tell me how it feel
Now Crank It Up
See, all we need is a couple, let's go act up
Wouldn't believe the scene up in my black truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
You can tell by the car we's some good [unverified] stars
Quarter backin', mackin' hoes pullin' ass from the bars
Run it back to the truck, let her suck on a swish
That got me runnin' on the duck, give a fuck, she's a sista
Let her play her position and my mission is to cut
Dat really be blunt man get my dick sucked
Hut one, Hut two then she hiking my balls
Send her back to the club with your bitch on the wall, fuck boy
Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
See the problem with my vail, he be laid don't give a fuck
He walk off in the club and puttin' yo' bitches up
But he don't really want 'em he got bitches in L.A.
And he's like I can fuck 'em [unverified] every other day
So come and get your lotion let's do some oil of olay
Girl come out to the truck or scurry yo' ass away
Hey my nigga, respect the pimp
She done have good dick you supposed to lift, fuck boy
Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
Fuckin' that nigga bad
You lookin' for yo' miss she in the truck up on my 'lac
You whinin' and you moanin', I'm never given her no slack
You run around the corner, I run her out on the track
I never seen a girl that woke up poses like that
Or bring her nigga money and make up 100 stash
When she gets to all that chick I came to [unverified] push her packs
Everyday, till I day I'm a Mississippi mad mack
Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
Got mine, got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down, if you ain't 2 fingers peace
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
Helps to make the season bright, yeah
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's 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 one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
At some point, whether or not black folks
Should use the word or a derivation of the word
Ending in "a" - that's a black conversation
And white folks, anybody who isn't black
Should stay out of that conversation
For us, there's a history, there's a context
I've heard white people say "we're gonna help em
Reclaim the word!" if you want to fight racism
Raid a police station...
Everybody in my city pushing keys and that's all these kids see
That's the only thing they hear and that's
The only thing they'll be, we call it: "swag, swag, swag"
The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass
The white girls call us "nigga" and
We just sit back and laugh and call it "swag, swag, swag"
I am no preacher, bitch I'm a teacher
More like a thinker, dreamer, believer-pick one
A thousand albums came out last year and I ain't get one
Cause these boys looking like man-tan
I make hits like grand sam
Never had a problem keeping up
These boys songs sound weird as fuck
I ain't thinking about easing up, I'm going hard
Til my lease is up and my time will be peaking up
It's only right that I tell her
Don't buy into everything that these rappers are selling
Thinking that they winning, but really
These niggas failing the people
And feeding evil to the streets that made you
Raised you on great food, my mama ain't raised no dummy
Her never let a muthafucka take from me
Hit the game harder than some?
Everybody in my city pushing keys and that's all these kids see
That's the only thing they hear and that's
The only thing they'll be, we call it: "swag, swag, swag"
The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass
The white girls call us "nigga" and
We just sit back and laugh and call it "swag, swag, swag"
Is anybody on the next level with me?
I'm hearing niggas dissing god, y'all think it's witty
I ain't laughing, we don't play in mississippi
[Rick Sanchez - taken from a CNN interview regarding Derrion Albert:]
But what is that? I-I just gotta ask you though
Because at that moment (yeah...) where you have that brick
Or where you have th-that that two-by-four
And you're bus- about to bust the skull
Of a fellow human being open with it
And you're about to crush him or kill him or stomp him or kick him
When he's on the ground bleeding already
SOMETHING'S gotta be real WRONG...
[Chorus: Lisa Ivey (David Banner)]
If you look at all the hurt, look at all the pain
People are DYYYYING and it's SUCH a shaaaame...
They know something's wrong (But won't nobody say it)
They know something's wrong (But won't nobody say it)
They know something's wrong (But won't nobody say it)
(I'll put it in a record, but will anybody play it?)
[David Banner:]
In Chi-Town, D. Albert's laying on the ground
His life bleeds away while other folks stand around
We gangstas, but we cain't stop the pain in our town
I watched it on the net and that moment was profound
The OG'z gotta put the BG'z in check
I'm tryna do sum'hin but I need y'all help
We started gangbangin to protect ourself
Now it's power and respect to kill everything for wealth (wealth)
.. and it's the same thing in rap
You tell the kids to stay hood and you ain't even in the trap
He ain't never sell dope, he ain't never did time
And if you did, why would you want them to walk the same lines? (YEA-AH!)
It's like we travel back in time
Took the whip with the crack, now it's black-on-black crime
Yeah, we put our cities on the map
But they call it the trap because most hoods are just that - a trap!
YEH!
[Chorus]
[David Banner:]
Mr. President, you know that some people still racist?
Jimmy Carter said it, you didn't have to underplay it
Huh, but I guess you got a plan
Police is still killin our young black man
Ah, I meant young black men
It's less of us in college and more us in the pen (in the pen)
Huh, I guess it's the devil's den
You ain't trippin, you aight, it's more of our friends
That's dyin in these streets, so I'm a die over this beat
If I die off in these streets, I'm a let the blood leak
Whisper, "God forgive me" - Then bury me in the creeks of Mississippi
And I'm a take the whole world with me like..
[Chorus]
[David Banner:]
Women playin men but why do men play women?
I saw one in UGG boots and real tight denims
Man, he had Apple Bottoms on
So I walked over to him and I asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
He said, "What's wrong with you?!
Ain't nothin wrong with me, this is the life that I choose
This is what I do" So I said, "What's the use?
But if it's man on man, how the hell we reproduce?"
Ah, test tube baby
He said, "Uh, David Banner, I remember when he raped me
Take me to the bed, binded both legs
I blanked out and woke up in a pool of red
Ah, that changed my whole world
Like that's my stepdad, thought, that I shoulda been a girl"
Man, this is more than a song
Our kids are dyin fast, there I said it, somethin's wrong
YEH!
[Rick Sanchez:]
I agree with you. I think there are people out there
Who could possibly, very well be unsalvageable
And maybe we as a society started- need to start treating them
As if they are, just that - unsalvageable. [echoes]
[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 fuckin' guts hang
Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
'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
Fuck a 'Creek, I care
But you in doubts and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what pledge
There's a stank up in the Bush
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, bust on KK's
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?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
Yo, niggas is not original
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 shoot on you
Crackas will drop a bomb on you
Niggas is having funerals
Crackas is having barbecues
Niggas sing the blues
That's reminicin' the spiritual
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 unionize
Then you'll probably die
I hate callin' niggas, niggas
So I'ma take it backwards
But I got now love for Whithey
I love callin 'em crackas
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, 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'
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
New York, L.A or Cincinnati
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 fuck I have to be now
It's a badge of honor
And some say that shit's absurd
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 muthafuckas
To grab our nuts and say it proud
Country niggas or city niggas
Tupac niggas or biggie niggas
In the corridor, floor or door
And all my Mississippi niggas
We connected all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the south
And if a white boy say the shit
He'll still get punched right in the mouth
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
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
You see, 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
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(Lil' flip)
Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(David banner, three six mafia)
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what?
(Houston, Texas, Mississippi, Memphis, Tenn, what?)
They told me I can't talk about ice no more
(What? What? What? What?)
But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more
(What? What? What? What?)
I get it crunk in the club, niggaz get drunk in the club
(What? What? What? What?)
(Waa, waa)
When I perform me a hoe, niggaz get jumped in the club
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
But I'm used to that shit, so it ain't no need to run
(What? What? What? What?)
And just because you gotta gun, don't mean that's the only one
(What? What? What? What?)
(Ooo)
So if you came here to chill nigga, just chill and shit
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
'Cause you ain't gotta act like that I know you feelin' this shit
(What? What? What? What?)
I drop, hit after hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
(What? What? What? What?)
I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
(What? What? What? What?)
'Cause I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
(What? What? What? What?)
(Clean, ring)
I got my name on my jersey, like I play with that team
(What? What? What? What?)
(Yea)
I'm a H town nigga and we bang screw tapes
(What? What? What? What?)
And them feds kick in yo door you about to lose weight
(What? What? What? What?)
So just take it like a man, don't snitch on ya man
(What? What? What? What?)
It's lil' flip, representin' Clova Land
(What? What? What? What?)
I'm reppin' H town until the day that I die
(Go, go)
If you look me in the eyes you can tell I'm high
(Go, go)
Yeah, you can talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk
(Go, go)
'Cause when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught
(Go, go, go)
I'm reppin' H town until the day that I die
(Go, go)
If you look me in the eyes you can tell I'm high
(Go, go)
(Yeah, go)
Yeah, you can talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk
(Go, go)
'Cause when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught
(Go, go, go)
I'm from the J, the A, the C to the K town, Mississippi bitch
(Go)
And boy we'll blow off ya face
Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is thrill
Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed
From the white sheets walkin', snitch nigga talkin'
(Go, go)
Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin'
Like woof, nigga stop beggin' me, please
(Ooo)
How you gon' walk and talk shit, if I blow off yo' knees
I'll have ya walkin' like a parrot do, stick foot pussy you
(Do do)
The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too
I'm DBC from the home of the G's
And the VL's bustin' seventeen in ya CL K
Hey, ya body don' got carried away
(Hey)
Mississippi til' I die, bitch so have a nice day
(Ooo)
Or a long ass night nigga
Yeah, yo' death is settin' in muthafucka
Ain't no need for you to fight nigga
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go)
Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
(Go go)
David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
(Go go go)
Now I'm a M town reppa, like no other
(Go)
(Huff, huff)
Mask on my face 'cause I ride undercover
(Huff, huff)
I'm a mean mugga, a nigga hoe up from the show up
(Huff, huff)
And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up
(Huff, huff)
When I roll up, it is a hold up
(Huff, huff)
Ain't nothin' funny don't breathe 'cause all I wanna hear is ching ching
(Huff, huff)
Like casino slots, or this hot glock, get cocked
(Huff, huff)
Leave a nigga shot in the parkin' lot for his stash spot
(Huff, huff)
No more gangstas in this bitch
(Huff, huff)
(This bitch)
With the tech's with the extra clip
(Huff, huff)
(Extra clips)
And you know that we runnin' this thang
(Huff, huff)
(This thang)
Nigga step, I'm a let my nuts hang
(Nuts hang)
(Huff, huff)
You can get yo' ass shot popped, put off in a head lock
(Huff, huff)
Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop phop
(Huff, huff)
Shot yeah, you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped
(Huff, huff)
Memphis Tenn in this bitch, thought you knew we don't stop
(Huff, huff)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
We some M town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go)
Memphis Tenn in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth
(Huff, huff)
(Go, go, go)
Shut ya mouth
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 your finger made 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) bate 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 on your finger girl, 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. Collipark 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, love 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
(Verse)
I'm the captain of the ship with the hooked hand
Y'all niggers peed their pants looked shooked at me
Life said O-ee I just took the can
Down the burp then I crushed the can
Fuck you think you are
Fuck you think I am
You are domestic violence I am Vietnam
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
I'm a panic goon without a panic plan
God damn, like what happened to Louisiana
N I N Frank without an autobio
But niggers know I'll still go ham
And paco fake boy out of old school broham
(Verse)
They say no if, as a buts but I think not
I love big butts like Sir Mix-a-Lot
And if was a fifth we'd all be drunk
My dick's long like a baby elephant trump
And tell it to black man but a nigga get drunk
My nuts on your bitch like an NBA dunk
Don't ask on the clump y'all nigga get swamped
Young hoes show boats while nigga gets sunked
Yeah money's the root of evil but I stay and getting paid
Like walking in AIG with a fucking hand grenade
I south side nigga spitting fire G5 flier
I'mma do you to get around like Quagmire
(Verse)
D a v I d B a double n e r
Put rappers IR,
I be fly into a beat like CPR
They say it's lonely at the time, we are
That's why I let you all visit
Taped out the summer jail without no tickets
Ride in the bentley the mansion the white picket
VIP everything but then you gotta spit bitch
Or get rich, or die trying
You ain't got no pride, I'm like 5 lions
Want to be stars, constellation Orion
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Its yo mutha fuckin 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 fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Need to get the fuck out the club (get out bitch)
All yall hate niggas (what)
Get the fuck out the club (get out)
Cuz u talkin that shit (yeah)
Some shit might happen that's what i'm saying
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
Might Getcha Jaw Broke
Might Getcha wig split
Might Getch car shot up
Might Getcha Door kicked
Might Getcha kidnapped
Might Getcha neck snapped
I'd like to welcome y'all back to Mississippi
Yeah, I missed y'all, niggas
As much I know, God is for the thugs too, my nigga
This is for my thug niggas
All the pimps and the drug dealers
Thieves and the motherfuckin' killers
The ones who ain't 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
Thieves and the motherfuckin' killers
The ones who ain't never had shit
That's why we get crunk in this bitch
Daddy in the pen, momma out suckin' dick
I ain't 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 fuck 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
I'mma smoke my weed, I'mma fuck me a hoe
I'mma want your dough, I'mma kick your do'
I'mma slap your hoe, I'mma take your date
When I'm thinkin' about the Lord, I got to see one day, sorry
This is for my thug niggas
All the pimps and the drug dealers
Thieves and the motherfuckin' killers
The ones who ain't 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
Thieves and the motherfuckin' killers
The ones who ain't never had shit
That's why we get crunk in this bitch
I'mma get me a 'laq, I'mma ride down ten
I'mma pray to the Lord, I won't die in the pen
Gotta serve for my sins, I'mma serve me a cop
I gotta watch my back for the fuckin' undercovers
Fuck the clips
Fuck the PD
Fuck 'em
Bitch
I'mma come up to the crib, I'mma flood my block
I'mma ride downtown, yelling, "Fuck, 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, damn, damn
This is for my thug niggas
All the pimps and the drug dealers
Thieves and the motherfuckin' killers
The ones who ain't 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
Thieves and the motherfuckin' killers
The ones who ain't never had shit
That's why we get crunk in this bitch
Save our souls
Lord, save our souls
Save our souls
They say that you don't pay a prostitute to fuck
You pay that bitch so after she get done fucking to leave
They tell me that I don't be loving these hoes enough
And I just said that loving from a g ain't what she needs
I met so many women that it's on now
Hate to say it, but I think my heart is getting cold now
Basically, I think that me and you should be alone now
I can't tell you what I wanna do tomorrow for an hour
We're together I ain't confucius so don't be asking bout the future
I just wanna beat it up now, I'm a producer
So let's just make a song, you can sing along
And we'll go back and forth like we're playing ping pong something like that
You know that you got it, I'm coming to get it
You know what I wanna do and I know that you with it
So what you waiting for? open up the door and let me in, yeah
Will I see you tomorrow? are you coming here tomorrow?
Oh, shake it...
Will you be with me tomorrow yeh
Look baby my daddy died and my granny had a heart attack
And all I wanna do right now is lay you on your fucking back
But you keep asking questions, depressions, oppression
It's getting harder when you think I'm usher, no confession
It's coming out my motherfucking mouth
So why don't you just take your mouth down motherfucking south
Sorry, am I being too hard on you? oh
Chewing up my battle stars on you?
Listen, tonight I just wanna go hard on you
Tomorrow I can talk about cause we too far from it
Shit, I know it's getting close to midnight
But every time you say you love it, pushes me to this life
You know that you got it, I'm coming to get it
You know what I wanna do and I know that you with it
So what you waiting for? open up the door and let me in, yeah
Will I see you tomorrow? are you coming here tomorrow?
Oh, shake it...
Will you be with me tomorrow yeh
I told here, when the club is over let's get out of here and get more acquainted
I got some bottles in my penthouse she told me now you're speaking my language
And she got that and she told me that she really looking for a boyfriend
I said that's cool but while you're here let's focus on...
How bout you make me... tonight
Let me take everything off your mind
So close to
You know that you got it, I'm coming to get it
You know what I wanna do and I know that you with it
So what you waiting for? open up the door and let me in, yeah
Will I see you tomorrow? are you coming here tomorrow?
Oh, shake it...
Featuring: Yung Joc, Chris Brown
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit, get like me
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the
(Get, get like me)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the
(Get like me)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
I got a chip in my engine, 26 inch rims
Got fade away money, ***** I'm ballin? out the gym
Got my old school pumpin?, hit wheel on recline
If you think a ***** broke, you out yo' monkey *** mind
Diamonds on my pinky, hand on the pine
Touch and die, yo mama do the second line
Screens fallin? from the sky, fallin? in my cup
Old school Chevy thang, comin? down, ***** what
Got diamonds in my mouth, got some Gucci on my seat
Got g's on my ***, it's cold when I speak
Got a freak on my arm, got a charm around my neck
You can go on and pass the mike, watch I'm 'bout to catch wreck
Still screamin? out mayne, ***** in my hand
Southside so throwed, throwed in the game
Big face on my chain, 84's on the frame
Big bodies comin? down, hoggin? up both lanes
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit, get like me
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the
(Get, get like me)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the
(Get like me)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
The name you know of
A little bit of change now your boy done blown up
And I?m doing things that gets exposed
Stuntin? ain?t a thing to me
And it?s obvious it?s plain to see
That you are going to make us both, get into some things
That?ll scare grown folks, they might even say
You should leave me alone, don?t be scared
You need to get like me
Stuntin? is a habit, just gotta have it
Shawty can throw anything at me
I?m gonna bag it, when she sees the carrots
They real just like a rabbit, can?t no other boy
Do the things you like
He ain?t your type, to change your life
But if you did your homework
Girl I?m pretty sure you know what I got
Drop top, singing know Jones and Banner gonna roll
Let me stop
Stuntin? is a habit, get like me
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the
(Get, get like me)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the
(Get like me)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Look at who?s the boys ridin? Maybach
I?m in the candy, laid back, like I slang *****
My money?s stacked to the ceiling
Getting in my Chevy?s like climbing up a building
Them 28?s on deck, 37 on my wrist, 105 on my neck
This rap money?s ok, want you to see these movies checks
And it?s cartoon path to SS so sweet
My Bentley?s hatin? on that ***, while old schoolers gettin? *****
She opened up her arm, but then she slit both wrists
They go to suicide doors, wood on the dash
Bare steels on the toes, I got [incomprehensible]
Got some chrome on the nose, the white boys go ?sweet?
The black folks go ?ohh!,? I got a ?lac full of ****
I?m brick with the *****, I?m throwin? bombs out the Lambo
Them butterflies throwin? up, I got Chad in my heart
And DJ Screwed in my crunk
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit, get like me
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the
(Get, get like me)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the
(Get like me)
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Stuntin?, stuntin? is a habit
Put it in the air
Have you ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors?
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If your gettin' off track and you wanna get back
may take a lot of work or break your back
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
Well there once was a guy who couldn't jump high
till he focused in now he touched the sky
you gotta do more than try to get by
evolution is the key and that's no lie
If you wanna be big and strong you see
you gotta e-v-o-l-v-e
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If your gettin' off track and you wanna get back
may take a lot of work or break your back
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
Make no mistake about it
you gotta evolve
blood, sweat, and tears around it
and a lot of resolve
there's no way around it
gotta give it your all
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If your gettin' off track and you wanna get back
may take a lot of work or break your back
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
There once was a girl who the man didn't like
She worked in the day and she trained all night
She prayed for the light gettin' ready for the fight
When the day turned to night, the girl shined so bright
Heck, two things all the girls wouldn't do
Now every girl in the world play when she wants to
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If your gettin' off track and you wanna get back
may take a lot of work or break your back
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
No matter what they do they cant break your stride
Evolution is a thing that starts inside
Throw your hands up, clench your fist with pride
Hold your head high no need to hide
E-V-O-L-V-E come on get inside come on ride with me
E-V-O-L-V-E come on get inside come on ride with me
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If you want a revolution
the only solution evolve(you gotta evolve)
If your gettin' off track and you wanna get back
may take a lot of work or break your back
If you want a revolution
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
Yo, yo, Bone Crusher
Ya'll, know what time it is
This your boy, Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'ma tell ya'll
Mississippi to Atlanta, nigga
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
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 RIP, bitch, this D S G P
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
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
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 never 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
Whose 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 bread raw backwards in yo two way, all life
[Incomprehensible]
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Now put yo bangers up, now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up, now put yo fingers up
Police wanna stop the trill
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna ride in the chromie grill
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a bust the blue steel
(Fuck them, niggaz)
How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Girl, get loose and pop the pill
(Fuck them, niggaz)
You my down wit a bitch a feel
(Fuck them, niggaz)
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
Niggga, 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
Yeah
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Yeah, yeah
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Fuck them, niggaz, fuck them, niggaz
Fuck them, niggaz, fuck them, niggaz
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
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, yeah
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
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, yeah
High gone off that dro
Bitch nigga what you know
So sick of being po' and tired
Tired then po' so get on flo'
Hoe, give me your dough
Oh catch the b-b-blow
From this forty-fo'
Me I be so tr-tr-trill in this c-c-coupe deville
So tr-tr-tryin' to s-s-stack up a m-m-mill
Before I g-g-get killed
Boys snortin' them hills
Girls poppin' them pills
Trying to buy some la-la-love
In this world through dollar bills, yeah
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, yeah
Vibe to the beat
Bust a swish sweet
Fill it up with dro
Nigga you know
What's about to take place in
This smoked out atmosphere
Vibe to the beat
Bust a swish sweet
Fill it up with dro
Nigga you know
What's about to take place in
This smoked out atmosphere
All my real niggaz sing it loud
Smoke, smoke on
Get your swish sweets nigga and
Smoke on, smoke on
Now hold out with me and
Smoke, smoke on
Get your swish sweets nigga and
Smoke on, smoke on
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, yeah
Got me living that fast life
I think a nigga need to slow it down
Stack my paper get in and out
In californication, yeah, bitch I'm from the country dumb make the nigga soft
Big city nigga come south and get they wigs knocked off
... I just hustle and flow, find a track to start and pimp on a hoe
The block got hot a nigga had to get low
Get the fuck out of... I hit my uncle on the east side
Trevon, wharrup neph what's cracking
I wanna visit L.A., I'm already packed
Been already stacking so we gonna get turned up
Soon as you land, purple kush gonna get burnt up
Shit, the next day I'm in the LAX
Uncle Trey pulled up in a Camaro SS
Black on black, sitting on 23
Bumping rich boy like bitch...
2 bad bitches in the back seat, one of them for me
Next... name Marie, rolling up some trees,
... Roll down the window, just to feel the breeze
It's real nice, feeling like paradise shit
And all I can see is sunshine and palm trees
Welcome to californication, welcome to californication
Where we're going, to the hood
Now I wanna see the... shower...
Fool, that's where the cops be
I ain't got no driver's license or assurance
Sure enough the cops put us over on...
Everybody out the car, the cops set us on the curbe
They searched the ashtray and found a roach full of herbs
What's this in that cigar? Medical marijuana officer
I got a... call
What condition you smoke weed for?
Trevon Jones, place your hands behind your back
You're under arrest for warrants go to court... Monday
Monday? It's Wednesday man,
Or maybe Tuesday, you heard me m'aam
Now if you keep it up, I'll arrest you for obstruction of justice
Trev like, take the car, fuck this
Have fun, call my homies, go clubbing with you dumb ass
At least they ain't found my gun stash
Welcome to californication, you might come for vacation
Welcome to californication, you might leave on probation
I'm telling you that
Welcome to californication, anyone goes, everything goes
Welcome to californication, californication
I dropped the bitches off, now I'm off to my uncle house
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Stopped by the liquor store, nothing but the thugs out
White teeth and chunks when niggas hit me up like
Where you from homie?
Lifted up his shirt on me, Colt 45
And dawg I wouldn't strap another would walk up like
Nah, he cool, that's Dave Black, Tray lo folks
Visiting from Mississippi,
Pass the pine of Hennesey, here sip this with me
I'm Javon, we're gonna get it popping tonight
Wassup, Hollywood around, these niggas are flocking at night
What's flocking? Breaking in homes... burglary nigga, damn you slow
Oh we kicked it in the hood drinking smoking kush twist up
Hood rat with the big butt chose up got our dicks up
Kissed my auntie on the cheek see you laters
Now we 5 niggas deep and...
The club's off the chain, I'm seeing models and stars
NBA players straight buying out the bars
The state of Arizona kinda segragate
But my dick don't discriminate,
Black girls white girls, pimping I just like girls
California girls, Katy Perry tight girls
Met an Asian with fake tits next to a hype girl
She took a pot of... sniffing on that white girl
VIP bottles and all that, this... started pouring out cognac
... I took a bottle and I cracked that nigga, smacked that nigga
Security bust me like arrest that nigga
Tearing up the club, all 5 of us
Asian bitch grab me like hurry up slide with us
But the cops were outside stop... to retain me
Found some coke in her purse, motherfuckers play me
Next thing you know I'm in the county jail
I walked and I seen my uncle Tray's right there
And he's just shaking his head then he laughed at a nigga
Don't be in the bed, don't let the bright lights fool ya...
It's been 24 hours I just caught my first case
I just can't see the honey once I got locked up
Niggas doing crazy my advice...
As they tripping on me for no reason...
Welcome to californication, you might come for vacation
Welcome to californication, you might leave on probation
I'm telling you that
Welcome to californication, anyone goes, everything goes
It's gon' be aight though (ohh)
This one's for you, yeah!
Cadillacs on 22s...
Pimp my voice and mack these beats..
Pray to the to the lord for these Mississippi streets
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!
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 steadily falling
And the sex and the dead, and the other jail
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell?
Lord they hung Andre Jones
Lord they hung 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 steadily pumping
My heart is steadily 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 wasn't 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 feeling so old
I dunno if I can take this world right here no more
22 inch rims on the 'Lac
I want you to be with you
One for the money (yes sir)
Two for the show
Three for all the ladies just standing outside my door
Yelling Oh It's that Mister David Banner
If I say yes she wants me to be her like I got ..
My sedated walk to the bus with the PIMPS..
Open up my head and say yes
And then come with me
I just want to be with you
I got a bar in the bus
We can discuss feature plans
Me and you and all your friends
We could visit for our lands
Like showers in ..
Bear foot in South ..
Would this .. served with bear hands
That's back in Mississippi
All you gotta do is close your eyes
And come with me girl
I wanna be with you
I told her
I got the chips
If you got the dip
She said when I did
Better be equipped
I'll keep my hand on her hips
I told her give me all you got
Until your given is gone
She said her love is eternal
And I won't be living that long
Well I'm not immortal
But I swear I'm no wimp
Cause I die twice
And keep coming back as a pimp
Too close for comfort
Too close of home
You're too close from the front of the stage
To be alone
Here's my number
When I'm gone
You can call me on the phone
I don't buy it being shy
You're supposed to be grown
Be smart on her past
Holly Marry is being ..
I wanna be with you
Now put your hands up in the air
Yea them where I can see them
Put put them away cause where I'm about to take you
You won't need them
I'll treat them
Forever please
Scream and squeezing and breathing hard
Believe in Luda like you believe in God
Alleluia please pass the ..
You're so weat that I'll be calling out for oxygen
I just wanna be with you
Those huge baby eyes
Keep running off at the mouth
And you're telling me
How you learn these rappers from the South
Thinking how I .. I just wish that your soul ..
We can go to Planet Lack with a land that made us love it
You can lay off on your back ..
So you know it stays black girl
I wanna be with you
Look I'm one of the best guys
Not one of your ex-guys
If you get drunk don't worry
I'm gonna let my sex drive
I'll keep my hands on the wheel
If you put them in reverse
Put on you safety belt
I'll put you in rehearse
Your frame will .. to women the same size
You're so fine
I'm about to put you in my Fab Five
Chorus: (x2)
Are we going ham, are we going crazy?
Are we going hard, hard enough to have a baby?
They go out, they tell me I'm amazing
They go out, they tell me I'm amazing!
She said she's heading my way (pronto)
Come up to the... (condo)
She only come over to get beat (congo)
Come to night, stay until the morning (alonzo)
Said she try to conquer, I assist (ronod)
Here to do the bedroom love (follow)
She like a wild rapper, no stitch (swallow)
She told me I'm the best and I responded (yeah, I know! )
So what a... I see in the eye a little fear (madam)
Pop up in my... back seat...
It only happens for a few small few (go random)
Let me shoot you in your...
Chorus: (x2)
Are we going ham, are we going crazy?
Are we going hard, hard enough to have a baby?
They go out, they tell me I'm amazing
They go out, they tell me I'm amazing!
Hey lil momma, what you freak some
You and your girl been together that's a three some
You are my sex slave, don't want your freedom
We do it over, and I know that here we come! (x3)
Chorus: (x2)
Are we going ham, are we going crazy?
Are we going hard, hard enough to have a baby?
They go out, they tell me I'm amazing
They go out, they tell me I'm amazing!
Come over here, baby
Hop up in my sweet front seat mercedes
I know that you had a couple drinks...
Since you're feeling good, let me make it!
Better than the... what you think later?
You could meet at my hotel suit naked
Diva's like (no), I'm like (shh), you better take it!
So used to some damn regular,
She don't understand a man till she stops ahead of her.
Yeah, I could... the dust some more...
Yeah, she's seeing life like a cinema
I ask her what she all about me, foe
Cause we go!
Chorus: (x2)
Are we going ham, are we going crazy?
Are we going hard, hard enough to have a baby?
They go out, they tell me I'm amazing
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
You know ya man can't f*** like this
Go and lick my mouth girl betta dont kiss
but you can look at my d***
it aint just low girl look at my wiff
go and ride on my d***
slide on down and work them hips (ya work them hips)
you can jump in the bed girl and break this bitch
let me pull your hair
slap your face
i'm feelin real freaky
I might want a taste
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
go and get your best friend
I really wanna f*** her too
we can do it all night long
and if you want girl she can do you
do you really wanna make me happy
then you can come and ride my pole
you can bring all your girls
Ima make them all scream my ohh
do you like it when i grab your neck
and squeeze it till your face turn blue
would you please come and sign this wavor
if ya pass out girl you can't sue
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
gig like a horse you can ride on now
this is what you get when you come down south
i said come down south
don't trip on the first date
put it in your mouth
uh i like real world sex
when you slide it down low but ya feel it in your neck
and i dont need know help i can dig it all out im a walkin historec
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
Do you wanna f*** right now (aye daddy)
well let me see ya panties on the floor (aye girl)
let me see ya panties on the flooor (aye girl)
Shawty say she wanna love me, she won't leave me alone
She say she wanna tangle no iphone
She wanna get me face time, no iphone
She gotta black berry BBM I'm on
Spinnin bottles of patron what I do for fun.
Take her back to the crib have a two on one
And after she get bent, bend her over like a shot gun,
Tank on E so you know I'm about to pop one.
Looking 3D, ass so fly see it from the front had to walk around the back
Told whatever she want, she know got that
She know I'm a big boy so I gave her 3 stacks
Told her there's a lot more Grey Goose where that came from.
You drinking em bottles up, I tell her to back it up,
Then she pull out a blunt where that came from
Now shawty gonna light it up, wanna come fly with us
[Chorus:]Shawty I wanna drink, I justa wanna cut
If you see a freak tell her I just in the cut.
Bottles upside down,
And I'm feeling turned up, Body looking 3D
Would she back it up, back it up like this,
Up like that, up like this, up like that
Fuck it up like this, up like that,
Shawty looking 3D would she back it up.
Shawty says she love the way we talk in the south
You can do it too, put it in your mouth,
On the V.I.P. couch, snow in the face, (throwing green?) we suck no waste,
She says she love how it taste point blank range, shoot it in her face
She think I'm running game but game already ran in a marathon
Heard the pussy bomb hiroshima.
Aquafina wet, betta splash ass like the Avatar
Big tall blue bitch, 3D camera. And imma Thor on the blue whore.
Pull out the MC Hammer bitch and beat it on the floor.
[Chorus:]
All these extra spare bottles in the club you can tell
Me I'm (takin, takin?)
Me and david banner in the club got the speakers on
Sub bitches shaking, shaking,
And Game I'm like damn about this brotha on these hoes
Pittsburgh pussy taking, taking
Then I might hit it from the back like a Mac now she
Sayin that it's achin, achin
I'ma back it up she need a (sad car now?)
(I'mma act it up if it make it hurricane bill?)
I'mma stack it up like an 18 wheeler now.
She can back it up
Call the waiter cause
[david banner]
hello it's mr. david banner, your bitch eater
i suggest that you don't kiss or hug her and don't eat her
i run dmc's in this bitch in my adidas
i was chose to expose when you chose as a leader
yes i'm fresh like a rose picked from the garden of eden
i'm stepped out the rose my game rose like easter
i got a couple bitches that's painted like mona lisa
now i fuck 'em at my leisure and i never touch my visa
so ghetto, my kicks so retro, got nuts like a rhino, call them mark echo
you know i ain't braggin', i'm just sayin'
i know y'all said it too, cuz y'all niggas playin'
bitch
[chorus]
and bitch i'm tall as yao ming
and bitch i'm tall as yao ming
look at my daddy (x4)
yao ming
look at my daddy (x4)
[2 chainz]
lets make a toast to the breadwinner
i am so damn hot on the scale winter
life a bitch, i'll dance with her
all up in the sand with her
try to get up in the bed with her
and put my third leg in her
oh i've been pumpin' pussy like gas, nigga
got my fo'fo', you'll get 8 like math nigga
still use a shoe box for my stash nigga
money so tall you gone need a drug round with ya
self esteem high like 26
you can catch me gettin high with like 20 bitches
takein' plenty pictures, yea you know i'm camera ready
i'm about to wax that ass i got my camera ready
[chorus]
look at my daddy (x4)
and bitch i'm tall as yao ming
look at my daddy (x4)
and bitch i'm tall as yao ming
look at my daddy (x4)
yao ming
look at my daddy (x4)
[lil wayne]
ok, traffic on mars, smokin in a spaceship
bright red flag stickin out like fake lips
i'm forever young, forever young mula
bitch, cash money is an army, oorah
tunechi be what they call me
i'm everything but sorry
get a bad ass high yellow bitch to come and ride my horse
i named it charlie
no cream in my coffee, don't bleed on my carpet
i falls in love with all these hoes, but its money over bitches regardless
i'm so high i won't come down, boy my pack be dumb loud
waiting for one of these niggas to cross the line, like a touchdown
i gotchu, i'm piru, bitch i'm out there by you
blade on the ak, cut your ass like high school
david banner on the beat, bitch, dig it like a deep ditch
i got the world in my hands i'm about to make a fist
ha, i stand tall as yao ming!!
blocka pow pow ping must be new orleans!!
Snoop Dogg
Konvict Music, Akon and David Banner
If niggaz wanna ride tonight
Best believe we bout to ride tonight yeah
Young money, cash money
I got a 9mm
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around we gon' make me reveal it ay
I got a 9mm
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around we gon' make me reveal it ay
Tool on deck, why would I lie?
Nigga you a pussy, hope ya got nine lives
I can hit a nigga with the nine, nine times
Country ass boy, country like LeAnne Rimes
Mississippi D-Banner and Lil' Weezyana
E'rybody got tools so you will need a hammer
I'm a pill poppin' animal, syrup sippin' nigga
I'm so high you couldn't reach me with a fuckin' antenna
You fuckin' with this man, you can be this man's dinner
The nine gimme brains but the AK add liver
The rapper is insane flowin' like a mad river
Make your ass quiver like you naked at winter
Holly grove honcho, hard time giver
I'm a shark in the water, you just Long John Silver
I got a girl, you wanna meet her?
Her name is 9mm
I got a 9mm
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gon' make me reveal it ay
I got a 9mm
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gon' make me reveal it ay
If I got nine slugs, nine bullets gon' fly
If I got a red beam, nine people gon' die
Nine mamas gon' cry, nine spirits in the sky
Nine preachers preachin' nine sermons, tellin' nine lies
'Cause each and every one of y'all nine niggaz wasn't shit
I would have rather kept the nine rugers in the ruger clip
The index finger slipped, the nine let nine spit
I lick 'em all like eighteen tits on nine chicks
I'ma suicide risk, nine slits on each wrist
If I die nine times the next go-around's a bitch
And if I come back, I'll throw 99 shows
And shove nine inches of dick in 99 hoes
I got a 9mm
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gon' make me reveal it ay
I got a 9mm
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gon' make me reveal it ay
I'ma West coast original, black John Wayne
Nigga where we from we like to pop that thang
Bang, you better stop that man, fat mouth to Dogg
And I'ma pop-pop-bang
Pigs wanna bust me, hoes wanna suck me
Niggaz wanna touch me, none of that, trust me
I'm too slick, too sly, never snitch, I let it ride
I set aside all my feelings when I'm killin' like a villain
Move quick like a cheetah, I'ma killa
I ain't here to lock up, I flash the heater
Then lock your whole block up
Dip-dop-deeter Banner turn the beat up
Illa-fo-reala my nilla dilla never caught
You niggaz always actin' hard
I keep a 9mm in my waist and got two more in the car
Yeah you're all about to get it so quit it
Tryin' to conceal, you'll fuck around and make me reveal it
So killas kill it
I got a 9mm
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gon' make me reveal it ay
I got a 9mm
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
And you can't do this and you don't do that, that, that
David David David David Banner
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
Shawty say you don't did it up no more
You don't come around her hair and throw that ass on the floor
You don't spend no time, you don't spend a little mind
And take her out to eat, man, you never treat her kind
Man, and I ain't even touched her
But another nigga will come through and gon' fuck her
You need to get yo' mind right
Man go an' raise your kids, put a man in they life
Uh, or I'ma put it in your wife
Man I'm trying tell you what the broad said last night
"He don't stick it, he don't licky licky
He don't take me out to the movies or buy the Lakers tickets"
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
I parked in the spot, gal asked me my name
I looked back at her and I said T-Pain
I bought her a drink, she said she was a stripper
I'm making more than money, like real so I tip her
Now she grabbing on my zipper, you know what happen next
She say you don't listen to her life and the stress
Word to the wise, go an' keep ya trick
You know your old lady, she gon' get it how she lives
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
Now this is for my ladies looking good in the club
If that nigga ain't shit girl, go an' throw it up
And you can't do this and you don't do that
There's some niggas like me waiting for ya in the back
Now this is for my ladies looking good in the club
If that nigga ain't shit girl, go an' throw it up
And you can't do this and you don't do that
There's some niggas like me waiting for ya in the back
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit
And you can't do this and you don't do that
And you can't do this and you don't do that
Shawty say, shawty say, shawty say, shawty say, shawty say
And you can't do this and you don't do that, do that, do that, do that
Parents should go out and play with their kids
'Cause we ain't no damn role models, real G's
Right there in between Florida and Mississippi
Mobile Alabama this is Rich Boy city
And the bricks get flipped 'cause we close to the water
If ya ain't gettin' ya dope from me, nigga, ya oughta
I fucked the mayor's daughter, he hate it when I call her
But I'm still ridin' 'round in that Beamer that he bought her
There she go now but I'm busy
Gettin' money on the other side of town
So I ain't a fuckin' clan I'll split yo' wig
And I ain't got shit to do wit' yo' kids
Look, Rich Boy quit doin' hardcore shit
Lil' nigga, fuck school, cop five mo' bricks
I see you ballin', yeah, what's up?
This is a motherfuckin' stick up
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
I'll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy's and dirt roads
Cheap liquor, pimp niggas that work hoes
Big trucks, niggas gettin' they swerve on
Country niggas ain't slow, fuck what you heard, homes
Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin' on some killa shit
Poke out your chest, ball up ya fist, buddy, ya still a bitch
My niggas ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerents
We hit the VIP, pullin' bitches and spillin' shit
So if it seem like I'm buzzin', I'm sholliz
Fuckin' wit' my country cousin and them, from Mobile
'Bama bred backwood, niggas, we so trill
Well, let the foot watch me and lil' Rich gettin' in hoes' ears
What it is? Damn right, we ain't a role model
Half pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle
That's why them hoes holla, they know them 'bout a dollar
And they might get to ride Impala, if them bitches swa
I see you ballin', yeah, what's up?
This is a motherfuckin' stick up
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
I'll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
I see the kids wanna rap like me
'Cause ya see me wit' the bitches livin' life on TV
Around in my hood, boys fillin' graves up
Niggas talkin' that shit, see the Techs raise up
Hangin' wit' the convicts and my boy attitude
I was fuckin' them the bitches in the back of the school
Can't you tell, motherfucker, I was raised by the streets?
Fuck you studio gangstas, niggas reppin' on beats
My uncle doin' fed down in Talladega, bitch
It ain't shit you can tell me about Lil' Rich
You better take ya lil' kids to the pastor
'Cause Rich Boy ain't a role model for them bastards
We ain't role models
(We be smokin')
We ain't role models
(We be drankin')
We ain't role models
(We be fuckin' these hoes)
We ain't role models
I see you ballin', yeah, what's up?
This is a motherfuckin' stick up
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
I'll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it
[Intro]
This grown men shit
I don't wanna teach 'em
[Hook]
I don't wanna teach him how to sell, chop and cook, yay up
All my favorite rappers either dead or in jail
I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em
I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em
Don't wanna teach these little girls to put their pussy on the pole
And at the end of the night, get that money off the floor
I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em
I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em
What about Patrice, Malcolm, Huey P
I don't want these kids to grow up and be me
I don't wanna teach 'em
[Verse 1]
I used to teach 'em, 'bout what? Knock 'em out
Them pussy niggas know what I'm talkin' about
Big dope, big weight
We only sell to us, self hate
Big guns, we only shootin' us
Big pimpin', dumb fucks
No revolution, they dead broke
No history on black folks
We fucked up, y'all niggas know it
These kids are our weight, me and Tony
You ain't got keys, no bricks
Bitch boy niggas, no dicks
And if you sellin' in the hood why you proud nigga?
Them our folks, getting high nigga
These our kids in real life
You rappin' 'bout what they living like
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Certain rappers don't want beef
This ain't 'bout y'all, it's about me
My soul, our kids
White folks, their dope and our cribs
Big chains, big whips
'Round your neck and our wrist
No bullshit, no mystery
A man ain't shit on this earth without history
The only thing they gonna say about black folks
We like to fuck hoes and sell dope
Shoot jump shots and run balls
Take white money and give it right back at the mall
Louis Vuitton, hate niggas
Gucci hate niggas, Hilfiger been said fuck niggas
I admit that I wear that shit too
But black folks the first to yell?
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (4x)
Like a Pimp
Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
Like a pimp
Real 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 dey hoes
Me imma pimp
I aint paying for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car
Or a new rolex
Cause I got street paint
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 yall 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 its all right
Cause you know we don't kiss
Like Too $hort said
Bitches aint shit
I tried to told ya
Dat most girls really freaks
And dis is how they gotta
make they money every week
[Chorus]{repeat 4 times}
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 the song
Tell the DJ put it on
Micheal Tyler made you shake
Sisqo made you show your thong
Bitch im 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
??? but I know you still flip
Bitch don't trip
Aint 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&G; pouring it up
Flip whipping Cali trucks
Guls licking my nuts
We some south side pimps
And we aint 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 butts and
All of they sluts and
All of the hoes
So drop it like its 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's trill
Imma bust a clip
Yall bitches can't fuck wit me
[Lil' Flip]
Lil' Flip Nigga
Nigga Nigga
Yea nigga
This for the real money makers 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
Woo, ohh, 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'
(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')
On da bed on da couch now
(Fuckin', fuckin', fuckin')
From the front to the living room, yeah
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
Yeah, I know you hard at work
Yeah, 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 girl, 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
(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')
On da bed on da couch now
(Fuckin', fuckin', fuckin')
From the front to the living room, yeah
Girl gon' lose ya mind, let my dick touch your spine
Cum four or five 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)
Yeah, my G5 just an airplane
Take it how you want it girl pleasure or pain
Yeah, 'cuz ya dealin' wit a mack now
Go and tell ya friends dat I blew ya back out
(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')
On da bed on da couch now
(Fuckin', fuckin', fuckin')
From the front to the living room, yeah
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 you're ready for action
I'm in the mood, baby, ohh, yeah
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
(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')
On da bed on da couch now
(Fuckin', fuckin', fuckin')
Look at your body
Your man needs help
Stop being selfish
I got notes
Take my hand
I do the rest
Tell me what you want girl
Is it is it s-e-s-e-x
Daddy don't want you
Hangin with a thug
I bet hes thinking
We gonna ha ha ha ha
Breathe real hard
Your sweat is drippin
All over your body
Let me give you what you're missin
Pre Chorus:
Grab you coat, grab you coat
say good bye, say good bye
Come on Let's ride, come on let's ride, girl let's ride, girl let's ride
I feel the need, to sweep ya....
Me and you we should be
Dancing in the sheets
Chorus:
I can do what i want to
I play by my own rule
Come with me let's just dance the night away
Don't worry bout what i do
Watch me as i move on the floor
And let's dance the night away
Ooh night away
Come with me let's just dance the night away
I've been thinking what should be lost
All of your clothes
let's take them off
Except them pumps
Leave 'em on your feet, girl
Give it to me now, I'll make you weak girl
Come on lil mama, nowwhat you're gonna do
Live in the past and move on to something new
I ain't trippin about your friends
They can come too
We aint' got much time but I'm actin brand new
Ooh no i don't follow no rules
I do whatever i want to
It's my life and i can't be
Like you i can only be me
Some call me a rebel
You wanna be one let's go
It's your life so gonna do you
Don't let no one control what you do
[Pre Chorus:]
[Chorus:]
Ooh no i don't follow no rules
What your daddy keep tellin what you're gonna do
I do whatever i want to, 2
3 4 let's go, going
It's my life and i can't be
See girl come with D.B.
Like you i can only be me
Take my hand girl you can be free
Look into my eyes girl tell me what it is
We could go to the club not yet, go ahead do it
We can dance all night, your choice let's live
[Pre Chorus:]
That's why I do it
Hook:
Got a castle in brooklyn
Got a castle in brooklyn
Got a castle, got a castle
And the bitch... Too
Got a castle in brooklyn
Got a castle in brooklyn
Got a castle in brooklyn
That's why I'm...
Got a castle in brooklyn
Got a castle in brooklyn
Got a castle, got a castle
And the bitch... Too
Got a castle in brooklyn
Got a castle in brooklyn
Got a castle in brooklyn
That's why I'm...
I got a bitch chipping dumpo matter in the...
Don't slut a bunch of... Have porsche...
Fast less... About me I like hitting go her body look so damn good
I walk condom
Is brooklyn damn, yeah I bought a house
And when this snow outside I mean the mouse
If you see me murder alone she down side
Tryin to get all the good while the white folks stay alive
If I'm in the south for hours I'm chillin in brooklyn
If I'm in the south for hours I'm chillin in brooklyn
Is brooklyn in the house, is brooklyn in the house
Is brooklyn in the house
[Hook:]
I got a bad bitch from... Green
And dime out in real hook a girl from the style
And a queen that's from flat bush
Shout out to my brooklyn bro's
And addicted to that louie vuitton
No one how to grind hit the mall with them credit cards
Diamonds in my automor back the back the corner store
Bitch we let em fight before we f*ck I swear man I got...
Rock a louie star like a bandana
So I introduce the... To my nigga banner
Never change I got love for my dime girls
That did it all for them grants in the ice...
F*ck em all my brooklyn chick with a cloud still
Still rolling on stock like a... Hill
Yeah nigga take my brooklyn chick everywhere
... Man shit got that anywhere
Yeah she got a condo with the... play
Took em the junions in the big... For my birthday
[Hook:]
I'm on the bridge bitch my nigga
I'm in the bentley that stop on four... The saint janes
Before I... Then it's the best I'm a... Chick connect in this...
All close to... All shoe chanell
Listen june I got g's plus cake flyin
All in the state always in united state
... I ain't talking bout lino
The... Got a... In the pearls not a...
If I'm in the south for hours I'm chillin in brooklyn
If I'm in the south for hours I'm chillin in brooklyn
Is brooklyn in the house, is brooklyn in the house
Is brooklyn in the house
[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 wasn't 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 feeling 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
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya guys, I told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya guys, I told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya guys, I told ya
Lenny is a mutherfuckin? faggot
Fucks his mom and his dad, bitch
So what the hell is you gun do
Fuckin? faggot Lenny
Let?s go on with this bitch
Asains need to fuckin? die
Shh, yeah
Cum on Nelly, let?s keep it going
So faggots, get the fuck back
Nigga shut the fuck up
Bush likes dick, bitch
Shh, yeah
Now we need more whores, less fags
Get the fuck back, Lenny
Shh, yeah
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya guys, I told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya guys, I told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya guys, I told ya
Lenny and Andrew have just had kids
Fucking gay bitches
Shh, yeah
So what the fuck next
Uhh, I ain?t finished, asshole
Dicks fuck pussies
Shh, yeah
Dicks fuck assholes
Shh, yeah
Step the fuck back
You call me racist and I?ll bring my Ak 47 to your hood
Nigga, you feel me
Shit, not you faggot Lenny
Now what?s we gon do Nelly
This city is no fucking fun
Shit fuck the sun
And this is over till next mutherfuckin? time
Shh, yeah
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya guys, I told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
Ya guys, I told ya
I gotta stay fliiee with my air force ones
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!)
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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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-fuck ho
Thinkin a nigga get you treated like a buck ho
Let me hold somethin Banner - look you cain't hold shit
Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin like a bitch
Get some motherfuckin nuts, be a motherfuckin 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 fuckin band ho
Grab some fuckin 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!
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
What up southskee (Westside, westside)
all my pimps in san diego uhhh (westside, westside)
see whats wrong with these niggas, they dont know how to respect there elders
whats up hammer (yo) Spice one! (Ohh!)
[Chorus]
This is for my Compton niggas, dinglewood watch
The whole westcoast nigga each and every block
O-Town, Long Beach, Niggas in the bay
The homies in pomona, back to san jose
Prinshaws lost in the black 6-4
SAN BERNARDINO to Sacramento
All day, End day, Everyday
Mississippi slash californ-i-a
[Verse 1]
Im the Coldest Nigga, Walkin` Heavin`
And im tryin to choke the game till it stops breathin`
you betta betch ya im ya favorite rapper cause its only scheme in
i've been rappin since Rakim but im steel *Feenin*
the westside and the back belly show me love
so im gonna give it back with a double up
I miss quick, i miss reen, i miss snoop and dre
i miss E-Z on the cover with an AK
i miss Q screamin out it was a good day
E-4 short MCAA
and a flippin ass nigga named Ice T
JJ Fag, ya'll are cuttin on the techniques
a nice stroll on the beach show a nigga good
my essays, chins up dog up ya hood.
man we all from a place like mississippi
ya from the west throw ya dubs up if ya with me
WESTSIDE!
[Chorus]
This is for my Compton niggas, dinglewood watch
The whole westcoast nigga each and every block
O-Town, Long Beach, Niggas in the bay
The homies in pomona, back to san jose
Prinshaws lost in the black 6-4
SAN BERNARDINO to Sacramento
All day, End day, Everyday
Mississippi slash californ-i-a
[Verse 2]
King T, messin marvin, them boys from the lich
C-4 and the crazy muthafucka brotha lick
San Quin, mac 10, booya cheek the sneak
a rappin forte givin pepper to these freaks
sugar free and banks, rest in peace mac dre dawg
pow came down representin LA
DJ Poose, hypo zero, hirogliphics, rats ass
Dub C comin through crip walkin on yo ass
im a southside nigga, tell em hoes lay it down
and i cant get all pop without digi underground
and my nigga cartoon put my state on my back
look a ride for ya nigga, Choke a pimp, luv that
???? ya, turn no battle, pad bitch, chan, long beach VIP
and a nigga named pam
Till the day that i die i'll be yellin` mississippi
Nate Dogg clarks cale westside ride with me
[Chorus]
This is for my Compton niggas, dinglewood watch
The whole westcoast nigga each and every block
O-Town, Long Beach, Niggas in the bay
The homies in pomona, back to san jose
Prinshaws lost in the black 6-4
SAN BERNARDINO to Sacramento
All day, End day, Everyday
Mississippi slash californ-i-a
Heyyy!
Yah
Showin some westside love
wassup JT the bigga figga
or porta law
keep doing ya thang gang
Written by Murad Kakish
Konvict
Snoop Dogg
Konvict Music, Akon and David Banner
If niggaz wanna ride tonight, best believe we bout to ride tonight yeah
Young Money – Cash Money
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gone make me reveal it ay
Tool on deck – why would I lie?
Nigga you a pussy – hope ya got nine lives
I can hit a nigga with the nine, nine times
Country ass boy – country like LeAnn Rimes
Mississippi D-Banner and Lil' Weezyana
Errbody got tools so you will need a hammer
I'm a pill popping animal – Syrup sippin' nigga
I'm so high you couldn't reach me with a fucking antenna
You fucking with this man, you can be this man's dinner
The nine gimme brains but the AK add liver
The rapper is insane flowing like a mad river
Make your ass quiver like you naked at winter
Hollygrove honcho – hard time giver
I'm a shark in the water, you just Long John Silver
I got a girl, you wanna meet her?
Her name is nine millimeter
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gone make me reveal it ay
If I got nine slugs, nine bullets gone fly
If I got a red beam, nine people gone die
Nine mamas gone cry, nine spirits in the sky
Nine preachers preaching nine sermons, telling nine lies
Cause each and every one of ya'll nine niggaz wasn't shit
I would have rather kept the nine rugers in the ruger clip
The index finger slipped, the nine let nine spit
I lick em all like eighteen tits on nine chicks
I'ma suicide risk, nine slits on each wrist
If I die nine times the next go-arounds a bitch
And if I come back, I'll throw 99 shows
And shove nine inches of dick in 99 hoes
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
If you fuck around you gone make me reveal it ay
I'ma west coast original – black John Wayne
Nigga where we from we like to pop that thang (bang)
You better stop that man, fat mouth to dogg and I'ma pop-pop-bang
Pigs wanna bust me, hoes wanna suck me
Niggaz wanna touch me - None of that, trust me
I'm too slick, too sly, never snitch, I let it ride
I set aside all my feelings when I'm killing like a villain
Move quick like a cheetah – I'ma killa
I ain't here to lock up – I flash the heater
Then lock your whole block up
Dip-dop-deeter Banner turn the beat up
Illa-fo-reala my nilla dilla never caught
You niggaz always acting hard
I keep a nine millimeter in my waist and got two more in the car
Yeah your all about to get it so quit it
Tryin' to conceal, you'll fuck around and make me reveal it
So killas kill it
I got a nine millimeter
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it
Because of the law, I had to conceal it
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