David Banner Choose Me (featuring Sky) Lyrics

Choose Me (featuring Sky) Lyrics

David Banner:



Yeah he buy you clothes i hit it from the back



Yeah he drive a benz i'm in a woodgrain Cadillac



He readin you poetry while i'm spittting this country game



You want us just play this pimpin' don't be ashamed



What a shame these soft pretty boy mean nothin' since these 



boys comin' through for you then start busting



We out cussin'like macks and ready for car jacks



rollin' up on a slab with slaks and some fat sacks











Sky: All these bars all these cars all these big time suprestars



All these ladies at this bar watch these haters play their 



parts But you can't stop me or my pimpin' 



cause you lame and you be simpin 



i'm like micheal you be pippen' 



table Dance wit sky ain't tipin'







Sky: the sight of you the smell of you the way you move 



has got me in the mood you seem so cool



you're style is smooth my search is done cuz i found you oohhh



9:15 and baby the night is young plus you you told me that you were gonna



give me sooommmee...







Chourus:







hey baby girl what's your name who with 



do you do wanna get down with this pimpin'



out jig tell me what you like what you 



love we can do no matter what it is i can make it come true



never gave da benz the ferrari or the lack tell me what you wanna drive and you
got it like that i'm givin you the chance dis the opportunity you can have it
all but ya gotta choose me







Sky: came in theresa, michelle and felicia jackie and rene rockell and jay jay
erica and giki shimiki shone and mi mi everly byina teritone and hay aww janae
and jane moca that blue flang carolyn and marilyn and angie and shamane mary
and leah shamari and lakisha jona and jannel lus and mona lisa 







Sky: the sight of you the smell of you the way you move has got me in the mood
you seem so cool you style is smooth my search is done cuz i found you (chorus
plays at the same time)







David Banner: choose me big badda a back beater the dubz can't fit on the truck
they call fevers 25 inches i can clear the benches or we can go up and down like
them rug bitches let them hatin witches they gonna wish for hate but they all
scream damn when they masterbate the worm on the hook i can whip and cook hit
the block with chuncky socks while you hit the books i make that sacrifice like
jesus preachers all them langs.... i'm true with how i feel no fingers crossed
dis ain't no game, but you a pimp main (man) i promise yall that i can change
like chamillion the colors on your risin'thang??? 











Sky: you can have what you want if you give me what i need, i know you have a
lot of options but baby you belong with me ohhhhh ohhhhhh







(chorus)