"Mississippi" lyrics

Know what I'm talkin 'bout (Yeah)
Mississippi, mothafucka (Newton County)
What I live and die for (Scott County)
Ball for the kids (Simpson County)
Know what I'm talkin' bout
Niggas out here flashin' and ballin' and shit (Lincoln County)
Know what I'm talkin' bout
I'm supposed to be so hard
Fuckin rebel flags still flyin' (What's dis shit)
Fuck 'em
Some hoes

We from a place
Where them boys still pimpin' them hoes
We from a place
Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues
We from a place
Where my soul still don't feel free
Where a flag means more than me (In Mississippi)
We from a place
Where them boys still pimpin' them hoes
We from a place
Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues
We from a place
Where my soul still don't feel free
Where a flag means more than me

Still ridin' cadillacs, still bump in the back
Mothafuckas talk shit but we still in the hood
Mississippi in this thang, pinky rang in my hand
Peanut butter top (Lovin' wood)
Crackas only come to buy crack
And cracka cops only come to bust niggas who sell that
We from a place where they scream (Pimp a hoe, pimp a hoe)
We from a place where they still (Chop dem boes, chop dem boes)
We from a place where your grandmama still showin' you love
And we still eatin' chicken in the club, bitch

We from a place
Where them boys still pimpin' them hoes
We from a place
Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues
We from a place
Where my soul still don't feel free
Where a flag means more than me (In Mississippi)
We from a place
Where them boys still pimpin' them hoes
We from a place
Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues
We from a place
Where my soul still don't feel free
Where a flag means more than me

We from a place
Where Medgar Evers live and Medgar Evers died
We from a place
What we chokin' on sticky green to get high
We from a place
Where ya used to come in the summertime
Now y'all don't mention us in ya rhyme we kin folk
Ya we broke
Some talk wit a drawl, but bitch we ball
Runnin' through wit two techs screamin', "Fuck all y'all"
We from a place
Where da rebel flag still ain't burnin'
New schools but the black kids still ain't learnin' 'bout shit
But hit da streets and learn to pimp on a bitch
Five-O, aw shit, throw your crack in the ditch
And y'all nigga run, y'all nigga run
Like Forrest Gump, they got pumps
And them crooked cops love to dump
In Mississippi

We from a place
Where them boys still pimpin' them hoes
We from a place
Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues
We from a place
Where my soul still don't feel free
Where a flag means more than me (In Mississippi)
We from a place
Where them boys still pimpin' them hoes
We from a place
Cadillacs still ridin' on Vogues
We from a place
Where my soul still don't feel free
Where a flag means more than me

601
601
Crooked letter, crooked letter
Oh Mississippi
Mississippi, ohh
Wave ya hands from side to side
601
Represent where you from
You don't want none
Mississippi
601
The place we're from
Mississippi
601
Say 601
601
Mississippi

Hell yeah
Mississippi, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Mississippi)
Da home of da blues
The dirtiest part of the south ('Bout to and pimp a bitch)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The place where you get dem fish and them criss muhfucka ('Bout to a flip a bitch)
Yea
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Niggas gettin' rich)
The Delta, muhfucka (Bigger than the ditch)
Cotton, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Smoke weed might fish)
We bout to free the slaves, bitch (Fuck with me, niggas wish)
Where your grandmama from, nigga? (Mississippi)
You ol' one generation moved away slave ass
Booty fuck ass, gank ass, punk ass, bitch
Haha
Now come on back home, get you somethin' to eat
Punk ass nigga
It's all good