(feat. Sky) [David Banner:] Yeah He Buy You Clothes I Hit It From The Back Yeah He Drive A Benz I'm In A Woodwill Cadillac He Readin You Poetry While
President didn't say shit 'Nother vacation, chillin in Camp David And they wonder why the hood's so hot My pops locked up, my moms cooked rock And just the other
just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit
hatred Eating master's scraps, feeling that they made it Black churches and buses fire bombed and raided Program American Hunger, so they ate it Cook
and I can't get out There's no other way Don't try I'm caught in a car and I can't get out I can't explain I can't drive I can't drive Oscar Wilde and Peter Cooke
seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit But
the President didn't say shit 'Nother vacation, chillin in Camp David And they wonder why the hood's so hot My pops locked up, my moms cooked rock And just the other