Lyrics
Intro
(David Banner)
It's ya boy David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring tha Gangsta Walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
Lets Rawl! (roll)
Chorus
(David Banner)
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Buck jump motherfucker buck jump ya bitch
Verse 1
(DJ Paul)
We represent Memphis, Sippi
and I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin nigga no MC hammer
We really dealy get you hyper then hype
No cut or no arm n hammer
Slam a hater to the flo
Stomp a mud hole in dat ho
Mean as hell on dat liquor
Meaner den dat on dat blow
So don't push me motherfucker
Push me motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand on a bottle in they hand and a blunt to they lip
Gangsta Walkin in da club err'body gon piss
And hoes on the corner
Workin graveyard shift
Yeah they call me the juice
From that north north set
Where they rob for the gross
And they divey up the nets
Ain't no talkin fuck some talkin
we gonShoot em in they chest
If a coward wanna jump its goin be a bloody mess
Bitch
Chorus x2
Verse 3
(Marcus)
Now we can get it buck in da club
With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo chain
Fuck security find out that they can't do a thang
Out the frame pussy nigga you to soft push you off me
Stompin hoes to the flo
And never scared to pop heat
Ahh hammer on you bird
On the chest don't talk shit tonight
Ain't no thatng to bust yo head
And start a fight
Like Bitch what's up now nigga
Verse 4
(David Banner)
North Mississippi in this bastard
Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastered
I remember the wall trick
If you got some manner
Gangsta walk yo ass over
Pump in tha banner yea!
It'll be fabulous if you leave
'cause I'm tryin to stomp your body
Till yo ass can't breathe
Chorus x2
Verse 5
(8Ball & MJG)
(8 Bal)l
Left foot right foot
Swingin both of yo fist
Yo better keep it movin
Yo weak ass might get hit
(MJG)
Kids don't count when we buck back to hard
Get ready to finish anything you start
(8Ball)
Straigh from the mound
Boys better not clown
I got 85 niggaz wit me
Representin' town
(MJG)
200 automatic uzi's wit da tommy gun clips
Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip
(8Ball)
Young pimp smoke weed
Don't stoke might sip
4 5'ths
With a bunch of hollow tips in the whip
(MJG)
I'm pimp tight
M-J-G you can look at my resume
Never been a trick neva eva played
Chorus
Yea!
Hot ass south side dick up in yo
Muthafuckin mouth nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga
You ain't gotta front like it's hard
Bitch boy
Yey! hehaha
WRITERS
Calvin Broadus, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Ricardo Brown
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC
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