Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Backyard Mississippi , by - 8Ball. Release date: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Backyard Mississippi |
| Anytime can be the right time |
| Come on |
| We them boys out the backyard |
| Yeah |
| Better days brought better ways |
| Delays in flights time served |
| Brought a end to the questions askin me, Pee Wee |
| Movin weight on Kiwi, dirty air cleaner |
| In a daze like daydreamer |
| Half was gone before I got a home |
| Afterhours doin happy drink sippin |
| Hat tippin for extra change pimpin |
| Ain’t nothin stoppin strippin |
| Gettin served like that hard hard |
| Hollerin at yo ass out the backyard |
| It’s a crisis in yo school systems |
| Delayed constructions, hotels built first |
| Claimin they best interest is in yo kids |
| Georgia has a history of mistreatin black folks |
| Snakes shouldn’t be had a voice |
| We been christened since Jesus left |
| Private corporations sketchy |
| Atlanta no longer the c-i-t-y |
| Too busy to hate |
| House niggas role is to keep the slaves down |
| 17 percent of your tax money supposed to go edu-macation |
| But don’t let cheese replace yo dignity |
| See, rich saltines buy crooks |
| Then make 'em Super Intendant insultin your intelligence |
| Backyard Mississippi |
| Hey, Hey |
| Backyard Mississippi |
| Hey, Hey |
| Oh yeah, I remember, when the, south was a place |
| When you couldn’t even look a cracker in the face |
| Nor have I forgotten about the fields of cotton |
| Fire hose, lynchin, and the Klan itchin |
| Memories of my upbringing, feelin the whips ringin |
| Never broke my spirit, I’ll never stop singin |
| The stars and bars that left scars engraved |
| I wanna break out of bein a slave |
| My soul is moulting |
| Do anybody feel like revolting? |
| Come on, let’s break the chains |
| Let’s go, let’s grow |
| I don’t wanna be yo nigga no mo |
| T-Mo of the crew, one deep |
| I got the missile launcher on the backseat |
| I don’t creep, just protect my neck |
| From adversaries ready to bury |
| The scary foretellin about the war, I’m comin yellin |
| Excited, we come united in the midst |
| I’m turnin on brothers because I’m hurtin to realize |
| I’m workin the product, The Serpent and the Rainbow |
| Of colors that smothers the colorless |
| Tearin down another fence you built to separate us |
| Investigate us, then betray us |
| 'Bout this land, I don’t understand |
| How you did it, as my ancestors witnessed |
| The tables turn, all for bad business |
| In my own backyard, Mississippi |
| Backyard Mississippi |
| Hey, Hey |
| Backyard Mississippi |
| Hey, Hey |
| Mighty men, some be thinkin they invincible |
| Bend 'em over my knees, spank that ass like I’m the principal |
| Now you know my name, Strictly Business like EPMD |
| Mane, fuck the fame, I want the women and the currency |
| South and North America, races with no love |
| Plantations turned to neighborhoods, slaves turned to thugs |
| The cats with all the drugs, children of the cotton picker |
| Pimp niggas and the big thick gold diggers |
| Soul deliverers, prayin' God deliver us |
| From evil serpents with the purpose to get rid of us |
| Throwin out the minimum, now I want the maximum |
| Motherfuck askin 'em, we robbin and jackin 'em |
| Baldhead, natty dread, braided or faded |
| We got separated, broke the chains and migrated |
| Mouth full of gold, on the porch lookin hard |
| Them country niggas stay in my backyard |