Альбом David Banner

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

(feat. Lil Jon)

[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

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
Go to Tugallo, 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
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

[Нет текста]

[Pastor Troy & David Banner]
(Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher)
Ya'll know what time it is!
Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'm a tell ya'll
David Banner! Mississippi to Atlanta nigga!

[Chorus - repeat 3x]
[PT:] These niggaz wanna hate?!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] These niggaz wanna mug?!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] I'm a pump them a slug!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[Verse: Pastor Troy]
My mind on money, what the hell you thinking bout?
The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house
To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner
Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta
No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it
Some niggaz say I'm conceded, I say you God damn right
Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight
You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war
These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya R.I.P., bitch this DSGP!
You see the horns on my head? nigga you know I'm the devil
And I pack heavy metal, WHAT THE FUCK you gon' settle
Bitch you better settle down I'm a real ass nigga
I'm strictly bout my scrilla, motherFUCK them niggaz

[Chorus]

[Verse: David Banner]
Hush lil' balla, gangsta cap peela
Who I be? this Mississippi trill nigga!
Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip
And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit
I ain't did nothing but praise God and my clip
So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's
Give a FUCK what a bitch nigga know, you know this
You getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits
Tell em Yankees this a new day
Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way
I got some peelas in Atlanta holla "you wait!"
And spelling redrum backwards in yo two way, all life

[Chorus]

[Bridge: David Banner]
Now put yo bangers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up

[Chorus]
[PT:] Police wanna stop the trill
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Wanna ride in the chromie grill
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] I'm a bust the blue steel
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Girl get loose and pop the pill
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] You my down wit a bitch a feel (?)
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[Verse: Pastor Troy]
Get loose, get neck, or get high tonight
Tell em thugs get ya boys we gon ride tonight
If I die tonight, man fuck em all good
Cause I left this bitch quiver left
And would ride man choo
What this hoe really wan' do? fuck or suck the stick
Like ooh, don't fuck me naw nigga, I'll fuck you
Two, three in your face till you're blue - black
Would you fuck her wit a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like BLAT BLAT BLAT!!

[PT:] YEAH!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] YEAH! YEAH!
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!
[PT:] Say fuck them niggaz
[DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

[Chorus - to fade]

[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

[Chorus x2:]
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

[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 x2]

[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: x2]

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

[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 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 stelly pumping
My heart is stelly breaking
Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of taking
Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo will and grace
Sometimes I wish I wuttin born in the first place
Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark
Feeling so cold, Lord I'm gettin so old
I dunno if I can take this world right here no more
22 inch rims on the 'Lac
I guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back

[Chorus (2x)]

[Chorus]
Got me living that fast life
I think a nigga need to slow it down
Stack my paper get in and out
Niggaz know what I am talking about, yeah

[Verse One]
Oh, might take your golds
Oh, might take your shit
Leave me your dope and your girl
Might pimp on that bitch
Got a tech and I'm sprayin
Look man, huh, I'm just sayin
Cause I'm smiling and bustin
Y'all bitches think that I'm playin
From the home of the trill
Cadillac and wood wheel
Bodies dropping when I'm p--p-poppin up in your grill
Give a shit how you feel
Bitch I'm cockin to buck
We could fight or just bust off these slugs
I could give a fuck, yeah!!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
High gone off that dro
Bitch nigga what you know
So sick of being po' and tired
Then tired then po'
So get on flo'
Hoe, give me your dough
Oh catch the b-blow
From this uh forty-fo'
Me I be so tr-trill
In this C-Coupe Deville
Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill
Before I g-g-get killed
Boys snortin them hills
Girls poppin them pills
Trying to buy some la-love
In this world through dollar bills, yeah!!

[Chorus]

[Bridge: repeat 2X]
Vibe to the beat
Bust a swisha sweet
Fill it up with dro
Nigga you know
What's about to take place in this smoked out atmosphere

[David Banner]
All my real niggaz sing it loud
Smoke, smoke on
Get your swisha sweets nigga and
Smoke on, smoke on

[Chorus]

(feat. Sky)

[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 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...

[Chorus:]
Hey Baby Girl What's Your Name Who You Wit
Do You Do Wanna Get Down With This Pimpin' Lil' Trick
Tell Me What You Like
What You Love We Can Do No Matter What It Is I Can Make It Come True
Never Gave Da Benz The Ferrari Or The Lac Tell Me What You Wanna Drive And You Got It Like That
I'm Givin You The Chance Dis The Opportunity
You Can Have It All But Ya Gotta Choose Me

[Sky:]
Came In Theresa, Michelle And Felicia, Jackie And Rene', Raquel And Shey Shey,
Erica And Kiki, Shimiki, Shone, And Mi Mi, Beverly, Byina, Teritone And Hottie,
Aww Janae And Jane, Mocoa And Blue Flame, Carolyn And Marilyn And Angie And Shamane
Brandie And Aleyah Shamari And Nakeisha, Shawna And Janelle, Lucy, Mona Lisa

[Sky:]
The Sight Of You
The Smell Of You
The Way You Move
Has Got Me In The Mood
You Seem So Cool
You're Style Is Smooth
My Search Is Done [x2: While Chorus Repeats In Background]

[David Banner:]
Choose Me Big Banner The Back Beater
The Dubz Can't Fit On The Truck They Caught Fevers
25 Inches I Can Clear The Benches Or We Can Go Up And Down Like Them Rug Bitches
Let Them Hatin Witches They Gonna Wish For Hate
But They All Scream Damn While Ya Masturbate
The Worm On The Hook I Can Whip And Cook Hit The Block With Chunky Socks While You Hit The Books
I Make That Sacrifice Like Jesus Preachers On Them Lames
I'm True With How I Feel, No Fingers Crossed Dis Ain't No Game,
But You A Pimp Mayn I Promise Yall That I Can Change
Like A Chameleon The Colors On Your Rings N Thangs

[Sky:]
You Can Have What You Want
If You Give Me What I Need,
I Know You Have A Lot Of Options {So Many Other Ways}
But Baby You Belong With Me Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh

[Chorus]

[Нет текста]

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:]
Fuck, so trill..

[Hook x2:]
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 x2:]
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)

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

[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

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]