Текст David Banner – Mama’s House

One of the most phenominal feats of all time
Frekaznatcha, Alabama, Mississippi, David Banner hoe

Hook x2: David Banner
Let’s take this shit to his mama’s house, his mama’s house

Verse 1 — David Banner
Hoe I ain’t got respect, I’m comin’ straight to ya crib
Drag you out in the yard, run a shank through ya ribs
I said boy, dirty, dirty boy
What you think that these bullets and guns is made for?
Bustin’ on a bitch, ditches is where it lye
Bullets fly through the air, tell them crackers to die
I’m the trillest, clack-up, peel-it
Dumpin’ slugs til’ you feel us
Banner, Frekaznatcha, ridin’ until you kill us
Fuck it and if we die tell mama never to cry
I’m comin’ back like Jason, bumpin’ that «Playa Fly»
Higher than a bitch, gone off that ‘dro
Yeah I’m dead though, but pat’nah no I ain’t no hoe

Hook

Bridge: Frekaznatcha
Keep my name out ya mouth, keep my name out ya mouth
Fo’ we run up in yo house, fo’ we run up in yo house
x2

Verse 2: Frekaznatcha
So you claimin’ that you head bustin’
Come and feel these leads thrustin’
Me and my niggaz ain’t scared of nuthin’

Hook

Frekaznatcha: Talking
At yo mama’s house nigga
Muthafucka … Goddamn … Weak Bitch
At yo mama’s house nigga
Muthafucka … Goddamn … Weak Bitch

David Banner
Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that nigga in the yard
Then ya stomp that ass out, screamin’ «Bitch you ain’t hard»
Grab that hoe by the hair, throw that nigga in the yard
Then ya stomp that ass out, screamin’ «Bitch you ain’t hard»
I don’t wanna be a thug, but fuck around in the club
I’m knockin’ yo ass out, then dancin’ off in yo blood
Tell ya mama that I’m sorry, but yo ass gotta go
Might bring yo ass out, or I’m kickin’ in ya dough

Hook