Who Sang Ridin'? David Banner feat. Talib Kweli & dead prez

dead prez Certified cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2005-9-20
Genre: Hip Hop
length: 4:33
I'm from a place
Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang
Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your ****in' guts hang

Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
'Cause that's just what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth

**** a 'Creek, I care
But you in doubts and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what pledge
There's a stank up in the Bush

Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, click the bottles

**** them AK's, bust on KK's
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
Given dead on your shirt like a wristband
You a grown man, *****, stand tall

Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a *****, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a *****, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a *****, dog?

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'

Yo, *****s is not original
*****s follow the radio
*****s think if you blow
Then you gotta be on the TV show

Crackas is hypocritical
Crackas will rob and **** on you
'Cause see you do what they do
They know freedom is powerful

*****s is very visual
If we see it, we think it's true
Very few *****s make a move
And even less'll see it through

Crackas make up the chemicals
Then they call us the criminals
Crackas make all the loot
And we just get the residuals

*****s will rob and shoot on you
Crackas will drop a bomb on you
*****s is having funerals
Crackas is having barbecues

*****s sing the blues
That's reminicin' the spiritual
But when you say gawd is you
*****s ain't really hearing you

Crackas like to capitalize
Them crackas a lie
They say if you don't unionize
Then you'll probably die

I hate callin' *****s, *****s
So I'ma take it backwards
But I got now love for Whithey
I love callin 'em crackas

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long a walk, now that we ridin'

Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor
And they policies, my philosophies
Show you that the block is a part of me

Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge beef
'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not scholarly

Now why do I call myself a *****, you ask me
Who's got my back when the cops harass me
New York, L.A or Cincinnati
Can ride the train or with the Caddie

When they call you, ***** they scared of you
They fearin' you so actually
If crack is gone, be fearing *****s
Then that's what the **** I have to be now

It's a badge of honor
And some say that ****'s absurd
It's more than just a word
We flip the **** like it's a bird

Pass it down through generations
Then cuss you out and say it loud
The first generation of mutha****as
To grab our nuts and say it proud

Country *****s or city *****s
Tupac *****s or biggie *****s
In the corridor, floor or door
And all my Mississippi *****s

We connected all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the south
And if a white boy say the ****
He'll still get punched right in the mouth

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'

All they got for you is a cell, my *****
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my *****
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my *****
But we gonna boss up and live well, my *****

You see, all they got for you is a cell, my *****
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my *****
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my *****
But we gonna boss up and live well, my *****

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Lost Souls
  • 2 Treat Me Like
  • 3 Gangster Walk
  • 4 2 Fingers
  • 5 Play
  • 6 Fucking
  • 7 Thinking of You
  • 8 On Everything
  • 9 Certified
  • 10 Ain't Got Nothing
  • 11 Bloody War
  • 12 Westside
  • 13 Take Your
  • 14 My Life
  • 15 Ridin'
  • 16 X-ed
  • 17 Crossroads