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david banner – whos that lyrics


whos that

(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 n-gg- 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
b-tches popping pills now they all juiced up
black women raise your kids
cause we don’t need a lil n-gg- in the pen dodging d-ck
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 n-gg-s wanna rap, play sports and chop bricks [x3]

this is david banners
mississippi country grammar
i’m sick of all my n-gg-s praising living in slammers
board up your window n-gg-, and save that peace sh-t 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 n-gg-s hating on my twenty-two spokes
am i caddy a caddy i had to have more
then a pyrex visit, tryna flip a lil c-ke
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 m-th-f-ckin hook
for you f-ck -ss rappers, bent over for the soap
yelling pause grand dad, n.o
star b-tches 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 b-tch
got boo on deck and to big crits
still articulating words with a southern accent
(whos that peeping in my window
my folk don’t understand so they don’t take us serious)