8Ball, Goodie Mob - Backyard Mississippi lyrics

Anytime can be the right time come on
We them boys out the backyard yeah

Better days brought better ways
Delays in flights time served
Brought a end to the questions askin me
Pee Wee
Movin weight on Kiwi, dirty air cleaner
In a daze like daydreamer
Half was gone before I got a home
Afterhours doin happy drink sippin
Hat tippin for extra change pimpin
Ain't nothin stoppin strippin
Gettin served like that hard hard
Hollerin at yo ass out the backyard

It's a crisis in yo school systems
Delayed constructions, hotels built first
Claimin they best interest is in yo kids
Georgia has a history of
Mistreatin black folks
Snakes shouldn't be had a voice
We been christened since Jesus left
Private corporations sketchy
Atlanta no longer the c-i-t-y
Too busy to hate
House niggas role is to keep the slaves down
17 percent of your tax money
Supposed to go edu macation
But don't let cheese replace yo dignity
See, rich saltines buy crooks
Then make 'em Super Intendant
Insultin your intelligence

Backyard Mississippi hey, Hey
Backyard Mississippi hey, Hey

Oh yeah, I remember
When the south was a place
When you couldn't even look a
Cracker in the face
Nor have I forgotten about
The fields of cotton
Fire hose, lynchin, and the Klan itchin
Memories of my upbringing
Feelin the whips ringin
Never broke my spirit, I'll never stop singin
The stars and bars that left scars engraved
I wanna break out of bein a slave
My soul is moulting
Do anybody feel like revolting?
Come on, let's break the chains
Let's go, let's grow
I don't wanna be yo nigga no mo

T-Mo of the crew, one deep
I got the missile launcher on the backseat
I don't creep, just protect my neck
From adversaries ready to bury
The scary foretellin about the war
I'm comin yellin
Excited, we come united in the midst
I'm turnin on brothers because
I'm hurtin to realize
I'm workin the product
The Serpent and the Rainbow
Of colors that smothers the colorless
Tearin down another fence you
Built to separate us
Investigate us, then betray us
'Bout this land, I don't understand
How you did it, as my ancestors witnessed
The tables turn, all for bad business
In my own backyard, Mississippi

Backyard Mississippi hey, Hey
Backyard Mississippi hey, Hey

Uhn, Come on with me
Mighty men, some be thinkin they invincible
Bend 'em over my knees
Spank that ass like I'm the principal
Now you know my name
Strictly Business like EPMD
Mane, fuck the fame
I want the women and the currency
South and North America, races with no love
Plantations turned to neighborhoods
Slaves turned to thugs
The cats with all the drugs
Children of the cotton picker
Pimp niggas and the big thick gold diggers
Soul deliverers, prayin' God deliver us
From evil serpents with the purpose
To get rid of us throwin out the minimum
Now I want the maximum motherfuck askin 'em
We robbin and jackin 'em
Baldhead, natty dread, braided or faded
We got separated
Broke the chains and migrated
Mouth full of gold, on the porch lookin hard
Them country niggas stay in my backyard