Who's That Lyrics
Everybody wanna rap but y'all don't seem sincere
Do you realize the pain goin' on ‘round here?
Think about the things that we put in these kids' ear
As parallel to slave stories told by my Mark Dia
I'm a man with a plan since 15 on the corner
With some beats in my hand, all wrapped in cyran
Sellin', getting cash, stacks, racks, smack the rubber bands
I was just like you, little nigga skippin' school
Smokin' weed, tryin' to fuck somethin' then I had to move
Yea, God made me choose dope dang rap a school
Cuz it's all fucked up, that's word to my name
Now we all screwed up
Bitches poppin' pills, now they all juiced up
Black women raise your kids cuz we all need a lil' nigga and a pin dodgin' D
And I know it sounds 666
Our spills on the calls were BP still ritz
Man, them white folks ain't gon trip
Katrina, now this, they try to break our spirits
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The devil in the form of a lick
But niggas wanna rap, play sports and chop bricks
The devil in the form of a lick
But niggas wanna rap, play sports and chop bricks
The devil in the form of a lick
But niggas wanna rap, play sports and chop bricks
Who's that?
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)
My folk all understand so they don't take it serious
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)
My folk all understand so they don't take it serious
Who's that?
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)
My folk all understand so they don't take it serious
Who's that?
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)
This is David Banners, Mississippi country grammar
I'm sick of all my niggas praisin' livin' in slammers
Board up the window neighbor and save that peace shit for the pope
Cuz there's a war goin' on and it's all about dope
Yea, the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting broke
Meanwhile niggas hatin' on my 22 spokes
I'mma caddy, I caddy cuz I had to have mo'
Then I buy retch dizzy, tryna flip a lil coke
Yea, I love black folks, we gotta do more than smoke
I got a flow like Mohammed when you up against the ropes
Every first from now on is a motherfuckin' quoke
For you bitch ass rappers butfuckin' for their soap
Yellin' pause granddad N.O
Star bitches in the crowd like I'm Tony Ro Mo
I got a heart like a pit, got beats like a pimp
I'mma man amongst women, let y'all pay the bitch
Got poo on deck and two big creeks
Still articulating words with a southern accent, bietch
Who's that creepin' at my window?
My folk all understand so they don't take it serious
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)
Who's that?
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)
My folk all understand so they don't take it serious
Who's that?
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)
My folk all understand so they don't take it serious
Who's that?
(Da-da-da-da-david Banner)