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David Banner( Lavell William Crump )
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Mississippi
Lyricist:Lavell W Crump
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Mississippi mothafucka, Newton County What I live and die for, Scott County Ball for da kids, Simpson County Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Niggas out here flashin' and ballin' and shit Know what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm supposed to be so hard Fuckin' rebel flags still flyin', fuck 'em, some hoes
We from a place where dem boys still pimpin' them hoes We from a place, Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues We from a place where my soul still don't feel free Where a flag means more than me in Mississippi
We from a place where dem boys still pimpin' them hoes We from a place, Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues We from a place where my soul still don't feel free Where a flag means more than me
Still ridin' Cadillacs, still bump in the back Mothafuckas talk shit but we still in the hood Mississippi in this thang Pinky rang in my hand Peanut butta top lovin' wood
Crackas only come to buy crack And cracka cops only come to bust niggas who sell that We from a place where dey scream Pimp a hoe, pimp a hoe
We from a place where dey still Chop dem boes, chop dem boes We from a place where yo grandmama still showin' you love And we still eatin' chicken in the club, bitch
We from a place where dem boys still pimpin' them hoes We from a place, Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues We from a place where my soul still don't feel free Where a flag means more than me in Mississippi
We from a place where dem boys still pimpin' them hoes We from a place, Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues We from a place where my soul still don't feel free Where a flag means more than me
We from a place where mega evers live and mega evers died We from a place what we chokin' on sticky green to get high Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We from a place where ya used to come in the summatime Now y'all don't mention us in ya rhyme we kin folk
Ya we broke, some talk wit a drawl but bitch we ball Runnin' through with two techs screamin' 'Fuck all, y'all' We from a place where da rebel flag still ain't burnin' New schools but the black kids still ain't learnin' 'bout shit
But hit da streets and learn to pimp on a bitch Five-O, oh, shit throw yo crack in the ditch And y'all nigga run, y'all nigga run Like 'Forrest Gump', they got pumps And them crooked cops love to dump in Mississippi
We from a place where dem boys still pimpin' them hoes We from a place, Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues We from a place where my soul still don't feel free Where a flag means more than me in Mississippi
We from a place where dem boys still pimpin' them hoes We from a place, Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues We from a place where my soul still don't feel free Where a flag means more than me
601, 601 Crooked letter, crooked letter Oh, Mississippi, Mississippi, ohh Wave ya hands from side to side
601, represent where you from You don't want none, Mississippi 601, Da place we're from Mississippi, 601, say 601, 601, Mississippi
Hell yeah, Mississippi you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Home of da blues, da dirtiest part of da south You know what I'm talkin 'bout The place where you get dem fish and dem criss muhfucka
Yeah, you know what I'm talkin bout Delta muhfucka, Cotton you know what I'm talkin bout We 'bout to free da slaves bitch Where yo grandmama from nigga
Yo ol one generation moved away slave ass Booty fuck ass, gank ass, punk ass bitch Now come on back home get you somethin' to eat
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