- Song Name: Banned From TV
- Artist Name: Big Punisher
- Album: Endangered Species
- Songwriters: C Jowles, Cameron E Giles, Christopher Rios, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Jermaine Baxter, Kasseem Dean, Victor Santiago
- Release Date: 2001.03.27
- Label: Loud
LYRICS FOR "Banned From TV"
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(Timbaland
Trying to be out in '98
(I'm trying to watch this movie)
This the real s***
(Shut the f*** up)
'98
Ay yo
I kick street tales
Golden state
Blow you away like it's part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it
Walking my walk
'Cause I'm soon to be up
Niggas try to stick me like Abdul Lerima
Make me go extra hard
Or show the repertoire
Or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
I show them why it's so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like green bay
Performing acapella
Make it seem easy
That it's them again
Yo
Shark salad with cabbage
Twin connection
Pump the shotty guaging
I ain't playing
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
Uzi it hurts
I'ma a bubble-head
Ay yo
Like Johnny handsome been sonning niggas for so long
I think I got a grandson
A stash and a honey that won't ask questions but will blast anybody
That's my kind of girl
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon
Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little
Yo
Seen my story on 6
And at the same dice games
All over big faces
Ready to dig faces but the bang it ain't
B**** spaces
Cats like to rip places
Bloody lip tastes but the Cam is in big races?
But I stay in import the pig places
But the world know the girl though
I f*** her off a furlough
All your sales could be luck
Baby girl
Thought L
A******
F*** around
Flick a biscuit
My ass
Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(Bust off)
And sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
Like 2 thirds of a brick
(Paniero and 'Kiss)
And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the
(Back of a whip)
(See the plan is to stash all)
And cash y'all
(The weed so strong)
They gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out
(Mope me out)
'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out
(I'm about to have no feelings
Do they dance with the devil when they sleep
(I wake up gripping the air
S*** that they kick in ya ear when your soul be drifting in air
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
That s***'ll drop down my eye
(And I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die)
(They say you get what you ask for)
So get it 'cause you asked for it
(If a nigga ain't a thief)
Then he better have the cash for it and we gonna
Be around 'til ya body rot and if the feds bring us in
We get the same time Gotti got
What
Yo
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
Ay yo
Queens stallion
Now y'all niggas recognize medallions
I play the best hood
Used to be on section 8
Thugged out niggas
And I don't give a f*** what
And I don't give a f*** what
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Listen to Bob Marley
Fronting live with a weak army
I play the nice guy too
But the realness
That's why I never do a song with you
Not even if your baby's mom f***** the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say no
Ya
Yo
What the f*** is the deal? Thugged out entertainment
Untertainment
This s*** is f****** official
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