up, Body looking 3D Would she back it up, back it up like this, Up like that, up like this, up like that Fuck it up like this, up like that, shawty looking
a bitch gimme money then I'm kickin' her out I spit down to your wife then we robbin' your house Y'all niggaz love that way that we grippin' the grain
gotta lake in da back If you wanna pop da trunk, we can do it in da lac Got a dick like a horse, let me see you take that (We should be fuckin') On da
John Wayne Nigga where we from we like to pop that thang Bang, you better stop that man, fat mouth to Dogg And I'ma pop-pop-bang Pigs wanna bust me,
It's ya boy, David Banner I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South Let's walk! Gon' gangsta walk,
, I'm talkin? to you I ain't talkin? to Jeezy ?cause that's my brother Ain't talkin? to Face ?cause that's my father Ain't talkin? to Bun ?cause that
not to get snake bit It's that pointing at your face shit And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch David Banner on the beat hoe And I beat
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South do Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville
do Movin' ki's, bought that Coupe stackin' G's what we do Nigga know that I'm slangin' that iron Fuck around tryin' to take my shine Nigga know that
rats and trying not to get snakebit It's that punting at your face shit And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch David Banner on the beat hoe
' with they backs out Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma
Tear It Up, We gon bounce it till the beat cut off, We gon rock dis muthafucka till the wheels fall off [David Banner] Mississippi mutherfucker, Pop
they backs out [U-God] Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma
grooves in my shoes That's because then that nigga died on last night news That trigger played with no shell, no clues And the job was more handed to you, that
niggaz talkin lip to a nine I hit that track wit' David Banner, talk that lip to me now Pussy niggaz like to hide, pop up on 'em suprise! Tired of lettin
(feat. David Banner & Eightball) (Haha, hahahaha... David Banner!) [Chorus 1: St. Lunatics] [Murphy:] I said ? give me two pairs [Kyjuan:] Cause ? I