Lyrics Bush - David Banner
(David
Banner)
Mama
ain't
got
no
cash,
daddy
aint
got
no
doe
So
daddy
went
to
my
mama
and
started
pimpin
that
hoe
Man
it's
hard
times,
niggas
ain't
got
shit
Nothin
but
billy
clubs
to
they
head
and
they
ass
kicked
Heroin
in
they
vein,
cocaine
up
in
they
brain
Man
what
you
expect,
America
gave
us
pain
So
fuck
it,
now
we
thugs,?
mean
drugs
And
takin
mean
mugs,
and
fill
'em
with
those
slugs
I
gave
up
fake
gods,
and
Jesus
don't
look
like
us
Why
y'all
think
we
gon'
kill
and
just
don't
give
a
hot
fuck
Devil
that's
how
you
made
us,?
us
up
in
the
pen
Man
we
came
out
blind,
that's
why
we
goin
back
in
But
God,
I'mma
teach
'em,
reach
'em
up
in
these
streets
Bush,
I'm
runnin'
up
in
this
shit
like
a
track
meet
You
murdered,
up
in
Texas
where
killin'
is
such
a
sin
The
first
month
you
in
office
you
started
killin'
again
But
shit,
we
just
some
niggas
and
that's
how
the
game
go
Y'all
took
us
up
out
the
state
moved
us
straight
out
to
Death
Row
Y'all
may
of,
made
us
slaves
but
never
make
us
your
hoe
God,
you
my
pimp
so
let's
start
exposin'
these
hoes
Y'all
judges
some
weak
pussies,
y'all
preaches
some
rapin'
fags
These
people
that
made
us
slaves,
these
niggas
wavin'
they
flags
America
ain't
shit
but
home
of
the
hot
lick
They
hang
us
all
by
rope,
then
laugh
and
cut
off
our
dick
(Chorus)
Have
y'all
niggas
ever
thought
about
All
the
things
we
been
talkin'
bout
Down
in
Mississippi
Down
in
Mississippi
Have
y'all
niggas
ever
thought
about
All
the
things
we
been
talkin'
bout
Down
in
Mississippi
Down
in
Mississippi
Have
y'all
niggas
ever
thought
about
All
the
things
we
been
talkin'
bout
Down
in
Mississippi
Down
in
Mississippi
1 Intro
2 What I Do
3 Might Getcha
4 Like a Pimp
5 Whoremonger
6 Fuck 'Em
7 Mississippi
8 Cadillac On 22's
9 Fast Life
10 Choose Me
11 Really Don't Wanna Go
12 So Trill
13 My Shawty
14 Phone Tap
15 Bush
16 Bring It On
17 Still Pimpin'
18 Outro
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