David Banner - Whos That Lyrics
David Banner Lyrics
Whos That Lyrics
(Whos that peeping in my window
My folk don't understand so they don't take us serious)
[David Banner:]
Everybody wanna rap but y'all don't seem sincere
Do you realize the pain going on round here?
Think bout the things that we putting in these kids ear
As parallel to slave stories told by [?]
I'm a man with a plan since fifteen on the corner
With some beats in my hand all rapped in Tehran
Trying getting cash, stacks, ghats, smacked and rubber bands
I was just like you, young nigga skipping school
Smoking weed tryna f*ck something
An then I had to move
Ya God made me choose, the dope game, rap, or school
Cause it's all f*cked up
That's word to my name, Now we All Skrewed UP
Bitches popping pills Now they all juiced up
Black women raise your kids
Cause we don't need a lil nigga in the pen dodging dick
And I know it sounds sick six six
Oil spills on the coast but BP STILL RICH
Man them white folk ain't gon trip
Katrina, now this, they tryna break our spirits
The devil in the form of a lick
But niggas wanna rap, play sports and chop bricks [x3]
This is David Banners
Mississippi country grammar
I'm sick of all my niggas praising living in slammers
Board up your window nigga, and save that peace shit for the pope
Cause there's a war going on, an it's all about dope
The rich is getting richer and the poor is getting broke
Meanwhile niggas hating on my twenty-two spokes
Am I caddy A Caddy I had to have more
Then a Pyrex visit, tryna flip a lil coke
Y'all love black folks
We gotta do more than smoke
I gotta flow like Muhammad when you up against the ropes
Every verse from now on is a muthaf*ckin hook
For you f*ck ass rappers, bent over for the soap
Yelling pause grand dad, N.O
Star bitches in the crowd like I'm Tony Romo
I gotta heart like a pit
Got beats like a pimp
I'm a man amongst women, let y'all play the bitch
Got boo on deck and to big crits
Still articulating words with a southern accent
Biitch
(Whos that peeping in my window
My folk don't understand so they don't take us serious)
My folk don't understand so they don't take us serious)
[David Banner:]
Everybody wanna rap but y'all don't seem sincere
Do you realize the pain going on round here?
Think bout the things that we putting in these kids ear
As parallel to slave stories told by [?]
I'm a man with a plan since fifteen on the corner
With some beats in my hand all rapped in Tehran
Trying getting cash, stacks, ghats, smacked and rubber bands
I was just like you, young nigga skipping school
Smoking weed tryna f*ck something
An then I had to move
Ya God made me choose, the dope game, rap, or school
Cause it's all f*cked up
That's word to my name, Now we All Skrewed UP
Bitches popping pills Now they all juiced up
Black women raise your kids
Cause we don't need a lil nigga in the pen dodging dick
And I know it sounds sick six six
Oil spills on the coast but BP STILL RICH
Man them white folk ain't gon trip
Katrina, now this, they tryna break our spirits
The devil in the form of a lick
But niggas wanna rap, play sports and chop bricks [x3]
This is David Banners
Mississippi country grammar
I'm sick of all my niggas praising living in slammers
Board up your window nigga, and save that peace shit for the pope
Cause there's a war going on, an it's all about dope
The rich is getting richer and the poor is getting broke
Meanwhile niggas hating on my twenty-two spokes
Am I caddy A Caddy I had to have more
Then a Pyrex visit, tryna flip a lil coke
Y'all love black folks
We gotta do more than smoke
I gotta flow like Muhammad when you up against the ropes
Every verse from now on is a muthaf*ckin hook
For you f*ck ass rappers, bent over for the soap
Yelling pause grand dad, N.O
Star bitches in the crowd like I'm Tony Romo
I gotta heart like a pit
Got beats like a pimp
I'm a man amongst women, let y'all play the bitch
Got boo on deck and to big crits
Still articulating words with a southern accent
Biitch
(Whos that peeping in my window
My folk don't understand so they don't take us serious)
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