Альбом David Banner

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(feat. Lil' Flip)

[Hook x2: David Banner]
Now if these boys want war, talk to me now [x2]
Lay it down motherfucker, lay it down you bitch [x2]

[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
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 x2]

[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 x2]

[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 x2]

[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]

(feat. Twista, & Busta Rhymes)

(David-David-David-David
Banner-Banner-Banner-Banner)

Like a pimp

[Verse 1: 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 girls 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
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 track into it, and I bet your system gon' beat
And this is how the Twista spit it to the remix for these freaks

[Chorus: David Banner (Lil Flip)]
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)

[Verse 2: David Banner]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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, Yeah!)

[Chorus: David Banner (Lil Flip)]
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp)
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'

[Verse 3: 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 Flipmode 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 totin the glock
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 my hoes 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: David Banner]
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo'
Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp, like a pimp)

[David Banner - Intro]
It's bad, that I gotta take out my muthafuckin time
To get yall punk bitches straight
First of all don't worry bout what the fuck I got bitch
Countin' my money like you a hoe

Real men don't worry bout what another nigga got (FUCK YOU!)
You punk ass bitch
Fuck em' Static
OOHH!

[Chorus - Static] Repeat 2x
We Ridin' (Big Bodies)
With (T.V.'s)
V-12's (V-12's)
(S.U.V.'s) S.U.V.'s
Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!)
Crank It Up (Whoop!, Whoop!)
Drank It Up, Girl let me spank it up

[Verse 1 - David Banner]
We got uhh
Big cadillac
With yo bitch in the back
Hold my dick in her mouth
While I pack em' a stack
She gimme ya riches
While you yap bout yo gold
It's on my cars (Ha, Ha)
That bitch bought me a boat
See she bought me a car
And it's lookin' like yours
Only difference is my nigga, I got wood on the doors

I got wood on my wheel
And I'm bustin' my steel
I fucked yo main bitch
(Nigga) How does it feel?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - David Banner](Lady Singing)
Yall talk shit while we still winning
She's on my dick cuz my rims kept spinnin'
Then I bust up the block
The system that knocks
I keep fuckin' yo bitches, while yall keep bitin' the pot
(Diamond in the back, the sunroof top)
(Pilled up my stocks, now I'm pissin' off the cops)
Fuck that sangin' my nigga
We can chop up them pigs
Man I'm ready for war, if any my niggaz get killed

[Chorus]

[David Banner - Outro]
If ya ride around town in his truck
Put his keys in the air and crank it up
(Repeat 2x)
And if that boy got wood on the wheel
Grip that motherfucker tell me how it feel
(Repeat 2x)
Now Crank It Up (Repeat 5x)
YEAH!
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This some new shit nigga (David Banner nigga)
Big Face!
OOHH!
Yeah!

[Chorus:]
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

[Verse 1:]
Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy
You looking good when you up in the Caddy—we comin' down, uh (Down)
Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck, Mistress screamin' now (Oh)
Later on you can gone ride on top of me
Now we can blow another sack (Sack) forget about the 'Lac ('Lac)
Keep the block and bread—daddy a stack
It's like that!

[Chorus:]
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

[Verse 2:]
I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak
She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, her butt-cheek
She got golds 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 (Down) bitches say this' what they loving us now
They really wanna be you, but they don't know how girl

[Chorus:]
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

[Verse 3:]
She looks so good when she came to me
Said, "Boy, you better pay. I don't pop for free!"
Put it like this, you can suck my peter
Or even go home cause I really don't need her!
I like girls that'll pop it all night for me (Night for me)
And, if another bitch trip, she'll fight for me (Fight for me)
And, she'll ride on top like a rodeo (A rodeo)
She be poppin' in the club 'til it's time to go (Time to go, time to go, time to go)

[Verse 4:]
Uh, then it's straight to the 'Lac,
Screaming, "Bitch better gimme my stacks, 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:]
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl
Hey, baby girl
What's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick?
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

Pop that thang, girl
Pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl

Pop that thang girl (Pop that thang for me)
Pop that thang girl
Pop that thang (Pop that thang for me)
Pop that thang
Yeah, yeah, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Pop that, pop that, pop that thang!

[Answering Machine:] Saved message. Monday, November 3rd. 9:05 PM.
[Cocoa Brova:] Hey Banner, wut up nigga, its Coco, Cocoa Brova. You know one thing dawg I just realized man? That no matter what you do man, in the process, for your industry nigga, dawg, to the radio nigga, to the program directors, to just everybody. One thing dawg I just realized is, when we majke it there, when we really make it, make it there my nigga, ain't nobody hate you. Because you know why dawg, if they hate you, *laughs*, that means dawg they hate guys man. Please believe that. You my nigga dawg. You been down, and you been staying down. You a real true nigga dawg, and I love you for that dawg. That's what's up. Holla at your dawg man, one.

In this biatch
Hit that
I'm fucked up
Shit
YEAHH
All the soldiers stand up my lord
My lord
YEAH

[Chorus:]
My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind
My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind
My lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind, my lord I'm losing my soul hey, I'm losing my mind.

This hennesey got me on my knees screamin' God please
Let my people be free who fightin' off over seas
For a man who don't give a 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
And my ex girlfriend said I got a little daughter

[Chorus]

I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs
I got some nuts they suck cause I don't give a 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

[Chorus]

Yea, searchin' the raggly tags for what I'm bout to ask
Lord I be feelin' all alone and I'm goin' fast
Another day in the high feelin' goody good
Still the same ole weed mane it's understood
Pop pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war
Busted up and over seas what are we fightin' for
Something busted in me pussy niggas trip
But I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip
Killas that live on the side so I get aim at fame
Triple crossin' bosses they so quick to erase yo' name
Grippin' the grains is a slide that's goin' about my side
Lord I hope I know I'm doin' wrong I know you still by my side
Losin' my mind

[Chorus]

YEAH YEAH
Yea south side nigga ahhh
Shit what you talkin' about nigga
You know what I'm saying all the time nigga
Memphis 10, Mississippi
South side stand up you know what I'm talking bout

(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 x2: David Banner]
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)
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 x2: David Banner]

[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 x2: David Banner][w/ minor variations]

[Outro: David Banner]
I done lost, ye

(feat. Bun B, Devin the Dude)

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
Ain't no tellin' where I might be
I got places to go and people to see
Ain't no tellin' where I'll end up
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
Coast to Coast or just next do' (door)
But, I gots to go, I gots to go
Eh, eh, (I gots to go) eh (go), eh, eh, eh (gotta go)

[Verse 1: David Banner]
Roll up on that tour bus, smokin' a blunt
Then heard a (dunn dunn dunn dunn dunn!) what yo' baby momma want?
Nothin' but good fuckin' dick suckin' train runnin'
She lickin' on my nuts, talk to her if she hear me comin'
Watchin' me go
She swallowed cum, you kissed a hoe
Tongue and lip, all
Man you really lickin' my balls
But she did bring weed, no seeds, sticks all
I'm lyin' when she come over, cock lyin' in her jaw
Niggaz all up in her drawers
And that's yo' baby mother
If it makes you feel better, she's a good dick sucker (sucker)

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
My Job takes me out of town on all-expense paid
Wakin' up with a hangover 2,000 miles away
It seems easy: weed, women, and wine
Four hours of sleep is all you get - now it's time
To tally hoe to the show, a yo, yo let it go
Bust through the do' (door), rag & flow and grab my hoe
And get back in the van with some titties in hand
Let her meet ya new friend, who's willing to spend
The whole night? Another flight another gig another city
Touchin' on somebody's baby momma's titties
Niggaz in the lobby wonderin' where their women are
Third floor havin' a "Let's Become a Bitch Seminar"
Can't get attached, I got a plane to catch
I wish I could a hit that but I'll be back

[Devin the Dude talking]
Yo, (huh) ain't no tellin' where I'm a be at
But you know, out the do' (door) uh huh

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Yeeah, man this the king of the chillin' circuit, I'm aight, ten in it
I'm paper chasin' and rap hustlin' it ain't no synonym
My money ain't a game so I ain't worried bout winnin' it
I'm worried bout makin' it, stackin' it and spendin' it (and spendin' it)
Ain't no pretendin' it don't make the world move
Same way you can't pretend my shit don't make yo' girl groove
See, God work in myterious ways but I don't (don't)
And the devil will make a deal wit yo' ass but I won't (won't)
Now you can have the cleanest paint job on ya trucks
Six T.V.s, wood wit leather seats, stitched and tucked
The biggest chrome rims, playa, I don't give a fuck
If I holla at yo' bitch, guarantee she gettin' buck
You can yell and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight
Like it's the worst night in yo' life, to me it's just another night
I ain't carin' bout ya drama (uh uh), or breakin' up ya home
You just a joke for the crew and material for a song, main

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

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(feat. Frekaznatcha)

One of the most phenominal feats of all time
Frekaznatcha, Alabama, Mississippi, David Banner hoe

[Hook x2: David Banner]
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in the face

[Verse 1 - David Banner]
Hoe I ain't got respect, I'm comin' straight to ya crib
Drag you out in the yard, run a shank through ya ribs
I said boy, dirty, dirty boy
What you think that these bullets and guns is made for?
Bustin' on a bitch, ditches is where it lye
Bullets fly through the air, tell them crackers to die
I'm the trillest, clack-up, peel-it
Dumpin' slugs til' you feel us
Banner, Frekaznatcha, ridin' until you kill us
I'm comin' back like Jason, bumpin' that "Playa Fly"
Higher than a bitch, gone off that 'dro
Yeah I'm dead though, but pat'nah no I ain't no hoe

[Hook]

[Bridge: Frekaznatcha]
Keep my name out ya mouth, keep my name out ya mouth
Fo' we run up in yo house, fo' we run up in yo house
[x2]

[Verse 2: Frekaznatcha]
So you claimin' that you head bustin'
Come and feel these leads thrustin'
Me and my niggaz ain't scared of nuthin'
Wanna see some red rushin'
Mississippi burnin' this
Alabama turnin' this
Together we got that fire bitch
Biggin' up we ride bitch
Bet ya you won't step outside trick
Come step outside trick
You don't wanna collide with
My crew, we ride bitch
Sicker than a motherfucker
Crazy like them terrorist fuckas
When we hit yo block you duck us
When we hit yo block it's ruwkus

[Hook]

[Frekaznatcha: Talking]
At yo mama's house nigga
Muthafucka ... Goddamn ... Weak Bitch
At yo mama's house nigga
Muthafucka ... Goddamn ... Weak Bitch

[David Banner]
Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that nigga in the yard
Then ya stomp that ass out, screamin' "Bitch you ain't hard"
Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that nigga in the yard
Then ya stomp that ass out, screamin' "Bitch you ain't hard"
I don't wanna be a thug, but fuck around in the club
I'm knockin' yo ass out, then dancin' off in yo blood
Tell ya mama that I'm sorry, but yo ass gotta go
Might bring yo ass out, or I'm kickin' in ya dough

[Hook]

[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Treat your throwback chicks right
Ya know what I'm sayin they are people too
Every chick that I used to like
Done turned dike
And every chick that I used to dig hair real is really a wig
And every chick that I used to love (ohh!)
Done turned to drugs
But yet still I keep it real and I'm so in

[Chorus: x2]
I'm so in love with you
(and I ain't going no where me and you with our guns in the air baby)
I'm in love with you
(and I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground)
(ohh!)

[Verse 1: David Banner]
I remember those days I was broke and a bitch barely up
House smelling like some piss you was there for me
Rubbing my head saying its gone be alright
In a bucket we would mash out
When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out
You was that girl that would set that nigga up
I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck with me
And you did when they came to the crib
You grabbed the tech and started bussin' at a bitch aww shit, baby
You was my lady when the laughed at my clothes
In the front row when them hoes boo'd at my shows
And its cool cause you helped me through school
'95 selling weed in baton rough
And you stayed strong with a pimp trick
Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aww shit
Baby I'm sorry lets start brand new
The world against us all along us two
All the shit I done took you through
I'm a grown man now

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: David Banner]
The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl
You were strong when daddy was gone
Fuck a nice home
When I was dying as a baby, momma boo you stay true
I heard you whisper to the lord, let my child make it through
And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid
Tell 'em fuck it billy went and hit a lick (Ha ha ha)
You were there when the times were hard
You're a blessing from the heavens not a breed by god
And if I die momma swallow the pain
I leave this earth with your blood up in my veins
Let it flow free, let it kill me
But its on, and the way we ridding caddies
Screaming out lil jones

[Chorus]

Haaa...
Haa...

Wheres Monica Lewinski?......(Hello, Hello)

Shes Right Here...(Right Here)Hahahaha....

[Chorus: x2]
Is That You Lil Jones (Lil Jones)..
Comin Down On All That Chrome (That Chrome)
Bumpin That Banner N Bone (N Bone)..
Ridin Dirrty 'cause The South Side High

[Verse 1: David Banner]
Oh My Gosh Is It Him? Hell Yeah Its David Banner..
Daddy Im From Mississippi But I Moved To Atlanta...
From The Bronx To The Queens
V12's Sittin Clean
Im Dipped In Candy Painted Punk U Pissed 'cause U Aint
Tvs In This Thang Watch The Falcons Play The Saints.
10s For My Friends, 15s For My Foes
Just To See Chickin Head Now Tell Me What Ya Feel..
Cow Hide Thats Right, Now Im Back To The Lab
Me And Bone On The Slab ??? Lets Stab...

[Chorus: x2]
Is That You Lil Jones (Lil Jones)..
Comin Down On All That Chrome (That Chrome)
Bumpin That Banner N Bone (N Bone)..
Ridin Dirrty 'cause The South Side High

[Verse: 2 Bone Crusher]
Regals, Cadilacs, Woodgrains, And Leather.
Alright, On My Thang Call My Crusher
Keep Ridin Them Dubz Cant Tell Me Wutz Up
Them Country Boys Come Down Here And Turned It Out
And Then I Got Em On The Floor And Made Em Scream And Shout
I Show My Belly And It Shake Just Like Jelly...
I Know Yall Ready...
Everybody In This Place Please Get On Down
As I Walk Walk Walk Walter On Your Tiny Town...

[Chorus: x2]
Is That You Lil Jones (Lil Jones)..
Comin Down On All That Chrome (That Chrome)
Bumpin That Banner N Bone (N Bone)..
Ridin Dirrty 'cause The South Side High

[Verse 3: David Banner]
Im Ridin Dirry On Lynch
Rims Be 20 Inch
Callin Mr. Grinch 'cause I Let Em Ride My Inch
Dont Yall Know About Me, Im A Bad Mama Jam
Oh A Bad Mama Jama I Guess We Be Da Bomb
Give Me The Head, Body, The Torso, ??.
Cows And Goats Walk Around Where We From..
Forever On The Grind, Like Polish Wine,
And We Gunna Keep You Ridin ?? Every Time...Hahahaha!

Big boy
Big boy
Big boy

[CHORUS:]
I said give me two pair
I need two pair
So I can get to stompin' in my air force ones
Stompin' in my air force ones

[Nelly:]
I like the all white high top straps with the gum bottom
There's somthin' about 'em that's dirty that's why I got 'em
I leave 'em strapped and laced and come up out 'em
The last person that touched 'em I been shot 'em

[Kyjuan:]
Now if you looked
And seen lime green Forces and kiwi
You couldn't get this color
(If) You had a personal genie
My niggas flip flop
Yea my Force Ones and tip-top
Now form a flip-flop

[Ali:]
I like the limited edition
The khaki and army green
Patent leather pin stripe you should see how I do the strings
Size twelve with the strap
Red and white with a cardinal cap
All flavors well it just depend on when and where I am at

[Murphy Lee:]
Don't get me
Don't get me wrong man
And Murphy lee ain't dumb, man
'cause if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some, man
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man
You may not have three or four but you got one, man

[CHORUS x2]

[Murphy Lee:]
We up in footlocker
I'm looking like I need those
Ten and-a-half and if you got 'em give me two of those
I can tell she never seen Murphy Lee befo'
'cause she just standin' thurr as if I'm shootin' free throws
I said excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes
She said I love you Murph especially in the white and blue
I said the white and blue sound nice
Make it twice
And I signed her autograph
"Thanks for the advice"

[Ali:]
Yo, I keep it real, dirty
Dirty, you know how I do
Purple and gold with the Lakers
The Broncos the orange and blue
I like 'em floppy with ankle socks
Lows, mids, and high tops
With the clear sole, but it's tims and fat laces when it is cold
But when the winter go
And the hot summer flow
Then its back to the all purpose with them lil' dots in the toe
And nuttin'
Stoppin' this dough
That I'm spending fa' sho'
On them Nike Air Force N E behind the O

[Kyjuan:]
O K Li
I treat my shoe like my ride
Chrome on the fat laces and put wood on the inside
Spray candy on the swoosh
With the electric poofs
Fixin' put kit on the sole now I got a whiter shoe (ooh)
You see that low mid skittle purple poof, I'm drivin' 'em
(Kyjuan, were you getting them colors? Are you dyin' them?)
Ten is my size in them
No point in tyin' them
Ain't no point in tryin' these on
They know I'm buyin' 'em

[Nelly:]
Now don't nothing get the hype on first site like white on whites
Them three quarters...them lows, they all tyte
The only problem: they only good for one night
'cause once you scuff 'em you fuck with your whole night
Whats my basis?
The look on sto owner's faces
This kids outrageous hes buyin' 'em by the cases
'cause once I cop 'em
I gut 'em and switch the laces
They all purpose, ya heard me, kinda like my datin's

[CHORUS x2]

[Kyjuan:]
I wore spurs at first
Now it's tape on them
Damn, when those come out?
So I write the date on them
These Louis Vaton Ones?
You gotta wait on them
I had to get em early so I spent mo' cake on thm

[Murphy Lee:]
Look I'm tryin to keep it up like a one minute man
While Ali on the Kawasaki two head bands
Jewelry and all (Who Wilin'?)
Fish bowl in the mall (I got some fifteens...)
Security buyin' shoes and all

[Nelly:]
Now sometime I get 'em free
Sometime I gotta pay
Walk in the mall and they now what I'm 'bout to say
Gimme the black, and the platinum, and leather gray
Ones in the back and the pair you got on display

[Ali:]
Now in da boxes were I keep mine
You should peep mine
Maybe once or twice
But never three times
I'm just a sneaker pro
I love pumas and shell toes
But cant' nothin' compare to a fresh, crispy, white pair of the

[CHORUS x2]

Big boy
Big boy
Big boy

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