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​Bankhead

This song is by T.I., features P$C and Young Dro and appears on the album King (2006).

West Side, nigga
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I s'posed to go

T.I.:
See me ridin' in a Chevy, 44 on the seat
With a quarter o' of blow gettin' loaded wit C
No tags, no license, the trunk loaded with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we know it to be
They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be fuckin' wit me
If they don't want to die tonight, they best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm'a pull over in Bowen Homes, my cousin and me
And they gon' hide me in they home while they lookin' for me

Big Kuntry:
We the neighborhood superstars, pimp a Chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trunk with rockstars
We puttin' fear in cowards hearts when they see us on the block
Swirvin' in the deuce and quarter, bustin' shots just because
The hell I care about gettin' caught? I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same old serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at TIP's spot
I'm burnin' rubber, fuck the cops, another day on my block

I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I s'posed to go

Mac Boney:
I'm Cadillac daddy, pulled up on some hoes from ol' Natty
I said I'm Pimp Squad hoe what's happenin'?
Westside get them panties snappin'
She asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do to make the pussy happy
Let's get a room over on Virginia
Step inside a suite and then continue
You in for a lil fender bender
Baby just remember make it quick
You niggas kinda know me I'm the shit

C-Rod:
I'm the in the bubble kush Chevy
Well at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, poof, fire blowin' out the tailpipe
Tailpipe that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night
Treat them like Tina, beat the pussy, and ya call me Ike
That's right, monster ride sittin' on the 28's
Sounds like a stadium, you would've thought the Braves played
The engine runnin' like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah, you know they in my hood

I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I s'posed to go

AK:
Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', 'less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, windows up in the clouds
Open up the console, that's where I got my gun
Right next to that, get the bag and roll another one
I got vitamins, make a freak fuck all night
Hoes know, killers on the Westside earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
Swirvin' off Church St., the pimp God gave me skills

Young Dro:
I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me
Half never seen a G in the cab of my Beamer V
Ten screens fallin' in my Chevy watchin' Lean on Me
Ridin' down Simpson, bout to waste my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow-black I got a bee on me

I got my 44's, and my dro
And my Chevy on 24's
And my hoe, now where I s'posed to go

Written by:

A. Davis, E.J. Gold, C. Harris, D. Hart, N. Josey and S. Merrett

Produced by:

DJ Toomp