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David Banner Album


Certified (09/20/2005)
09/20/2005
1.
Lost Souls
2.
Treat Me Like A (feat. Jadakiss)
3.
Gangsta Walk (feat. Three 6 Mafia, Marcus, 8Ball & MJG)
4.
Two Fingers (feat. Jagged Edge)
5.
6.
Fucking (feat. Jazze Pha)
7.
Thinking Of You (feat. Case)
8.
On Everything (feat. Twista)
9.
Certified (feat. Marcus)
10.
Ain't Got Nothing (feat. Magic & Lil Boosie)
11.
Bloody War (feat. B.G.)
12.
Westside
13.
Take Your (feat. Too Short, Bun B & Jazze Pha)
14.
My Life (feat. Sky)
15.
Ridin' (feat. Talib Kweli & Dead Prez)
16.
X-Ed (feat. Kamikaze)
17.
Crossroads (feat. Grout)
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Lost Souls

[No lyrics]

. . .

Treat Me Like A

[No lyrics]

. . .

Gangsta Walk

[No lyrics]

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CHORUS: [Jagged Edge]
See, All we need is a couple lets go act up
Wouldn't believe the scene up in my black truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down
If you aint 2 fingers PEACE!

Got mine, Got wine to make 'em act up
I got 'em damn near naked in the 'lac truck
A couple shots of Hennessey
And if you down get down
If you aint 2 fingers PEACE!

VERSE 1: [David Banner]
You can tell by the car we's some good ?? stars
Quarterbackin' mackin' hoes pullin' ass from the bars
Run it back to the truck
Let her suck on a swish
That got me runnin' on the duck
Give a fuck she's a sista
Let her play her position and my mission is to cut
Hut one, Hut two then she hiking my balls
Send her back to the club with your bitch on the wall
Fuck boy

CHORUS

VERSE 2: [David Banner]
See the problem with my vail
He be laid don't give a fuck
He walk off in the club and puttin yo bitches up
But he don't really want 'em he got bitches in L.A.
And he's like I can fuck 'em ?? every other day
So come and get your lotion let's do some oil of olay
Girl come out to the truck or scurry yo ass away
Hey my nigga, respect the pimp
She done have good dick you supposed to lift
Fuck boy

CHORUS

VERSE 3: [David Banner]
Fuckin' that nigga bad
You lookin' for yo miss she in the truck up on my 'lac
You whinin' and you moanin'
I'm never given her no slack
You run around the corner
I run her out on the track
I never seen a girl that woke up poses like that
Or bring her nigga money and make up 100 stash
When she gets to all that chick I came to ?? push her packs
Everyday, till I day I'm a Mississippi mad mack

CHORUS (3x) Till fades out...




. . .


Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Work that clit
Cum girl

Finger fuck your pussy like you want some, girl
Work it like a nigga straight licking on your pearl
I wanna see you cum in the middle of the dance floor
A nigga can't fuck, what you think your finger made for
I'ma beat that pussy up
You get it wet enough, I might lick it up
Lickey, lickey, lickey, like a peppermint swirl
Lick that clit
Cum girl
Uh, I wanna see your legs shake
Take you to the crib, we can fuck til the bed break
Uh, fuck you til your pussy ache
Think about the type right now, girl, mastur
(Uh uh) bate for a nigga, freak you in the clubs
stop worrying about them other hoes
It's me in your world
Work that clit
Cum girl

Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Work that clit
Cum girl

Cum on your finger girl, lick it all off
Catch it in your mouth, like your last name Moss
Play with the nitty girl, stick it on in
I'm feeling real freaky girl, bring your friends
I can make 'em bounce like 1, 2, 3
It ain't nothin' to a pimp, girl, play with the g-spot
Make it hot, gon on, get your girl, Sheryl
Bring your clique
Cum girl
And I'ma make 'em all cum
Beat it like Mr. Calipark on the drum
I'ma beat it like Mike when he fucked Billie Jean
Work it, work it, work it, til you make that pussy cream
Move it to the right, move your finger to the left
Work it all around til your ass outta breath
I ain't tripping on ya baby, put some dick in your world
Work that clit
Cum girl

Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Work that clit
Cum girl

Bend it on over, lemme see it from the back
Work your thumb in it girl, I love it like that
Freaky ass hoes, lil freaky ass men
Lemme work ya slow, lemme see it going in
Then you pull it out, put your fingers in your mouth
You make a nigga wanna fuck your ass on the couch
While we're still in the club, show your pussy love
Work that clit
Cum girl
Go on and hit the dance floor
Open up wide, lemme show you what's it made for
Uh, like a finger, like a donkey
Lemme see you play, play with your monkey
Damn, cause your ass so chunky
Bring it here, sweaty, cause I love it when it's funky
I'ma put some dick in your world
Work that clit
Cum girl

Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Gon play with it
Work that clit
Cum girl

Work that clit
Cum girl

. . .



[David Banner]
WOO! Oh.. She looks so beautiful, don't you agree?
Girl, you know what I think you should do right now?
You should just take off all of your clothes
Every article of clothing, except for the,
Leave the pumps on girl, I like that
Enough of the kissin and huggin..

[Chorus x2]
We should be fuckin, on da bed on da couch now,
Fuckin, fuckin, fuckin..
From the front to the living room, we should be fuckin

[David Banner]
Let the boys make love,
let me fuck ya from da back, hair pullin, hot wax
They won't do it like dat,
they can't do it like this,
they won't tie you by your wrist
And spank ya lil sexy bad ass, cum quick (hey),
Yea I know you hard at work
you can come to da platter, tie you up, witcha skirt
Let ya man make love,
let me bring ya to da crib, you a big city gurl
Let me show you where I live,
gotta pond in da front, gotta lake in da back
If you wanna pop da trunk,
we can do it in da lac,
got a dick like a horse
Let me see you take that

[Chorus]

[David Banner]
Girl gon' lose ya mind,
let my dick touch your spine,
cum 4 or 5 times,
southside bump-n-grind
Young lady stand in line,
but I wanna fuck you,
and all ya freaky dreams I wanna make come true,
like fuckin on da back porch,
gon' let it out,
Or we can fuck in time square I make you scream Dirty South
damn I ain't tryna run game,
but I will make you scream my name (David Banner),
Yea my G5 just an airplane,
take it how you want it girl pleasure or pain (hey),
yea cuz ya dealin wit a mack now,
go and tell ya friends dat I blew ya back out

[Chorus]

[Jazze Pha]
When ya step into the crib,
get in your birthday suit,
girl leave on ya heels
And get it ready for daddy,
I guarantee your satisfaction,
I hope your ready for action
I'm in da mood (baby),
Forget ya nigga,
stand and revizzle put ya back into it
When I work da middle,
(make it hurt a little)
when I hit it from the back girl

[Chorus]




. . .

Thinking Of You

[No lyrics]

. . .



Pick up your gun
jump in the whip
lets ride on this like oh oh oh (x4)

(Chorus)
I put that on everything
-I will be reppin the south to the day that i die
I put that on everything
From the midwest i'm ready to ride because i'm from the Chi
I'm from the M i'm from the Double the S, yall know the rest
Talk about that and I'll dig in yo chest
Ready to die for these streets so hit you with with this heat
You don't want to see T and DB and i put that on everything (x2)


. . .

Certified

[No lyrics]

. . .



[Chorus: Magic]
Now we can take a walk to my truck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
And I ain't tryin to say you're a duck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
And I ain't tryin to say you're a ho (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
But bitch I'm doin bad and I'm broke (BITCH I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN)
I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho (YEA!)
And I ain't payin for shit, I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)
I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!)

[Verse One: Magic]
Bitches get a boot, I ain't trickin all the loot
Sick of lyin to them hoes, I'ma tell 'em all the truth
A brother doin bad, buy your own fuckin drank
Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin for my bank
I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a jew
So if you're, lookin for love bitch you know what to do
Find a man, cause I ain't givin nuttin but dick
If you insulted? Grab your fuckin pussy and split!
Callin my phone, tryin to get in V.I.P.
I'll get you in but my niggaz want some head for free
Thinkin a nigga get you treated like a buck ho

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: David Banner]
Let me hold somethin Banner - look you cain't hold shit
Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin like a bitch
Get some motherfuckin nuts, be a motherfuckin man
Y'all them same niggaz laughin when I step off in that van
Bootlegger cocksuckers in my face, you a fan ho
Get up off my nuts and start your own fuckin band ho
Grab some fuckin chalm sticks, get off of a nigga dick
Even if you had a pussy bitch I wouldn't splurge trick
Man I'm comin down hard, pullin pussy niggaz cards
If you don't like it KNUCKLE UP and take it to the yard
Dead but you won't get a cent from me
But you can get a good ass kickin for free, punk bitch!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Lil' Boosie]
Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls scream
Holla "Boosie bad-ass, let me hit ya cup of lean"
Told her no way, look like you be-fo'play
I hit you with this dick and I'm gon' make you run like O.J.
Now they got redbones, blackbones, horses, and stallions
But if you got that fire cat {?} Boosie he ain't gone
You want your bread fire really you can get it
But we linin like we dope and all my niggaz wanna hit it
I'm a fool in Mississippi, I'm lovin the hype
Everything I drop it they gon' cop it like I'm Tina & Ike
I got a clique of real niggaz and we ready to fight
And we fo' sho' to hittin somethin at the telly tonight
I'm at the suites with two freaks, I'm slappin 'em on they cheeks
I'm hittin 'em from the back off a David Banner beat
Now I'm skeetin on the sheets, headed to another city
Where we go and get some cat and we ain't gotta pay a penny nigga

[Chorus]


. . .

Bloody War

[No lyrics]

. . .

Westside

[No lyrics]

. . .

Take Your

[No lyrics]

. . .

My Life

[No lyrics]

. . .



(Chorus)
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy

Im ridin on 22's
Youze a rewinder
Motherfuckers suck me
Then I fuck them back nigga
Now what you do Em'
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

(Chorus)
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy
Ridin' is what niggas do pussy

Then we will Fuck till dawn
Fuck in the morning bitch
Ill beat you motherfuckin pussy up bitch
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

Outro
BITCH STEP THE FUCK OUT NIGGa
WELL FUCK YOU UP ASSHOLE
YA STEP THE FUCK UP
AND THEN FUCK UP
BITCH
(LAUGHING)




. . .

X-Ed

[No lyrics]

. . .

Crossroads

[No lyrics]

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