David Banner - Ridin' (feat. Talib Kweli, dead prez) lyrics
[David Banner - Ridin' feat. Talib Kweli, dead prez lyrics]
Ha ha ha ha ha dead prez
Bet you never thought the truth
Would come out of Mississippi
Big face, RBG, David Banner
I'm from a place
Where you gotta let yo' nuts hang
Where them crackas used to
Cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts hang
Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
Cause that's just what the massa did
But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Fuck a critic
I give the que and doubts will "Woof"
He ain't dead, what a pres
There's a stank up in the Bush
Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin' ball bullshit, man it's Jerry Krause
Here in Chicago bullets is high-low
But we always come back, click the bottles
Cock them AK's, bust on KK's
With another one, or the other two
And a Stic man
Living dead on your shirt like I'm quick-span
You a grown man, nigga stand tall
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga
Dog?
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga
Dog?
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga
Dog?
Country boys, city boys
Cadillac, Rools Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
Yo, niggas is not original
Niggas follow the radio
Niggas think if you blow then you
Gotta be on the TV show
Crackas is hypocritical
Crackas would rather shit on you
Then see you do what they do
They know freedom is powerful
Niggas is very visual
If we see it we think it's true
Very few niggas make a move and
Even less'll see it through
Crackas make up the chemicals
Then they call us the criminals
Crackas make all the loot and
We just get the residuals
Niggas would rather shoot on you
Crackas will drop a bomb on you
Niggas is having funerals
Crackas is having barbecues
Niggas sing the blues that's
Reminicin' the spiritual
But when you say God is you
Niggas ain't really hearing you
Crackas like to capitalize
Know crackas will lie
They say if you don't imunize
You will probably die i hate callin' niggas
"niggas" so I'ma take it backwards
But, I got no love for whitey
I love callin' 'em "crackas"
Country boys, city boys
Cadillac, Rools Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
Yeah, I call myself real N-I G-G-A
Cause Kweli be showin' all the
Flaws in their policies
My philosophies show you that the block
Is a part of me
Freedom fighter like Bunchy Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge be
Cause it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not scholarly
Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me
Who's got my back when the cops harass me
New York, LA or Cincinnati
Can ride the train or wip the Caddie
When they call you a "nigga"
They scared of you
They fearin' you, so actually
If crackas gonna be fearing niggas
Then that's what the fuck I have to be
Now, it's a badge of honor and
Some say that shit's absurd
It's more than just a word
We flip the shit like it's a bird
Pass it down through generations
Then cuss you out and say it loud
Be the first generation of muthafuckas
To grab our nuts and say it proud
Country niggas or city niggas
2Pac niggas or biggie niggas
In the corridor, floor or door
And all my Mississippi niggas
We connected all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the south
And if a white boy say the shit
He'll still get punched right in the mouth
Country boys, city boys
Cadillac, Rools Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, rather be ridin'
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail but I rebel
My nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell
My nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
You see, all they got for you is a cell
My nigga
They want you dead or in jail but I rebel
My nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell
My nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
Bet you never thought the truth
Would come out of Mississippi
Big face, RBG, David Banner
I'm from a place
Where you gotta let yo' nuts hang
Where them crackas used to
Cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts hang
Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
Cause that's just what the massa did
But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Fuck a critic
I give the que and doubts will "Woof"
He ain't dead, what a pres
There's a stank up in the Bush
Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin' ball bullshit, man it's Jerry Krause
Here in Chicago bullets is high-low
But we always come back, click the bottles
Cock them AK's, bust on KK's
With another one, or the other two
And a Stic man
Living dead on your shirt like I'm quick-span
You a grown man, nigga stand tall
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga
Dog?
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga
Dog?
Don't it hurt cause you really ain't a nigga
Dog?
Country boys, city boys
Cadillac, Rools Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
Yo, niggas is not original
Niggas follow the radio
Niggas think if you blow then you
Gotta be on the TV show
Crackas is hypocritical
Crackas would rather shit on you
Then see you do what they do
They know freedom is powerful
Niggas is very visual
If we see it we think it's true
Very few niggas make a move and
Even less'll see it through
Crackas make up the chemicals
Then they call us the criminals
Crackas make all the loot and
We just get the residuals
Niggas would rather shoot on you
Crackas will drop a bomb on you
Niggas is having funerals
Crackas is having barbecues
Niggas sing the blues that's
Reminicin' the spiritual
But when you say God is you
Niggas ain't really hearing you
Crackas like to capitalize
Know crackas will lie
They say if you don't imunize
You will probably die i hate callin' niggas
"niggas" so I'ma take it backwards
But, I got no love for whitey
I love callin' 'em "crackas"
Country boys, city boys
Cadillac, Rools Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
Yeah, I call myself real N-I G-G-A
Cause Kweli be showin' all the
Flaws in their policies
My philosophies show you that the block
Is a part of me
Freedom fighter like Bunchy Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge be
Cause it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not scholarly
Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me
Who's got my back when the cops harass me
New York, LA or Cincinnati
Can ride the train or wip the Caddie
When they call you a "nigga"
They scared of you
They fearin' you, so actually
If crackas gonna be fearing niggas
Then that's what the fuck I have to be
Now, it's a badge of honor and
Some say that shit's absurd
It's more than just a word
We flip the shit like it's a bird
Pass it down through generations
Then cuss you out and say it loud
Be the first generation of muthafuckas
To grab our nuts and say it proud
Country niggas or city niggas
2Pac niggas or biggie niggas
In the corridor, floor or door
And all my Mississippi niggas
We connected all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the south
And if a white boy say the shit
He'll still get punched right in the mouth
Country boys, city boys
Cadillac, Rools Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, rather be ridin'
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail but I rebel
My nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell
My nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
You see, all they got for you is a cell
My nigga
They want you dead or in jail but I rebel
My nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell
My nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga