David Banner Lyrics
David Banner Lyrics
"Talk To Me Lyrics"
Nice Guys Lyrics
I've never felt this way about anyone No not anyone Now I'm on my way I've never been this close around anyone No not anyone Who makes me feel this way When you're near my heart beats a thousand miles an hour I gotta know, I gotta know Don't wrap me up in your candy coated flowers Cuz I gotta know, I gotta know <
I've never felt this way about anyone No not anyone Now I'm on my way I've never been this close around anyone No not anyone Who makes me feel this way When you're near my heart beats a thousand miles an hour I gotta know, I gotta know Don't wrap me up in your candy coated flowers Cuz I gotta know, I gotta know <
[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 motherfuc
Four Fingered Fisherman Lyrics
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself "OK it doesn't matter anyway" it's weeds pulling weeds and your Blaming yourself Ok we're all indifferent in our own ways You're in trouble now and you say to yourself "Ok my baby clean conscience anyways" You're in the back seat and you say to yourself "OK
kerYou're in the back seat and you say to yourself "OK it doesn't matter anyway" it's weeds pulling weeds and your Blaming yourself Ok we're all indifferent in our own ways You're in trouble now and you say to yourself "Ok my baby clean conscience anyways" You're in the back seat and you say to yourself "OK
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 lov
Bounce Lyrics
Bounce I wanna see ya bounce Welcome to the party this is one of a kind, Like a hot chili pepper It'll blow your mind. Don't know if you can take it? So now were gonna shake, and if you can't getcha under house arrest. It's like this we've got a crazy notion. The DJ's treating us with jumpin'
e my style from the east to the west boyBounce I wanna see ya bounce Welcome to the party this is one of a kind, Like a hot chili pepper It'll blow your mind. Don't know if you can take it? So now were gonna shake, and if you can't getcha under house arrest. It's like this we've got a crazy notion. The DJ's treating us with jumpin'
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 m
Keep Off That Friend Of Mine (Hicks/Elliott) Lyrics
Keep off of that friend of mine, ah-ah-ah He's not for you, ah-ah-ah He just wants to spin you a line, ah-ah-ah There's nothin' new ah-ah-ah Just one thought on his mind You know it's that kind you shoulda Known when you met him you must be blind Seems like only yesterday That girl was mine in every way People couldn
y drank)Keep off of that friend of mine, ah-ah-ah He's not for you, ah-ah-ah He just wants to spin you a line, ah-ah-ah There's nothin' new ah-ah-ah Just one thought on his mind You know it's that kind you shoulda Known when you met him you must be blind Seems like only yesterday That girl was mine in every way People couldn
(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