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Bang Bang Bang (Big Bang) · Bang Bang Bang (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Bang Bang Bang (Tracy Chapman) · Bang Bang Bang (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Tennis (Chris Rea) · Oskar Tennis Champion (Momus) · Oskar Tennis Champion (Momus) · El Portava I Scarp del Tennis: Le Più Belle Canzoni (Enzo Jannacci) · Bang Bang Boom Boom [US Bonus Track] (Beth Hart) · Bang Bang (Dispatch) – and 90 other albums »


Two chains!
Bang bang switch lanes like a drive-by
I am so fly man I might as well sky dive
Black girls white lies
You know that's not your damn
the club, baby
Yes any time you want to

Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that
Tell
swim"

[cow walking towards pool, big splash]
Cow: moo
[crowd cheering]
Cow: mrr,mrr
[underwater moo]

"and now a club gets a dance at a classy strip
it with Califa Thugs in the big S.D

[Mr. Sancho]
as we walked up in this club we don't know who to trust
it's these LPG gangsters who just walked
pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over
number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By
Yeah! This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck the skinny bitches! Fuck
Yeah! This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck the skinny bitches! Fuck
Get you're wonder bread pepperoni watch it increase

[Chorus x2]
Mustard and Mayonnaise! Tennis shoes, lowenheart, drivers lorenzos, 22's
Big bread, big
there's always mo', OWWWW!

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan
there's always mo', OWWWW!

Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like

Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side

Though we still gang bang anyway, uh

B's
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body 

As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party 

Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew 

Cold thing
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like

Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
busting guns
Fighting in the club, ain’t no 1-on-1
They just killed this little hustler
But that hustler had some first cousins and a big brother,
dead on bullets and shells
My people dwells to Uptown
Where the shit goes down
Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
And do-do brown, Beats By
game and we got it
No Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em' up
We bang bang

[Snoop]
On this music that we make ho
In the cars, the clubs
to clubs I never chase a bitch beitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress some of why'all call it chocolate
Return
to clubs I never chase a bitch beitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress some of why'all call it chocolate
Return
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body 

As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party 

Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew 

Cold thing
came with the fame 
just like big pimpin y'all drew all this hoes just like
thats why im in the club poppin all these bottles tonight

[Syleena
at casinos
Gamble my money like gambinos
Scarface through like appachino
Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno
Got the hot shit
Big up my nigga
you assassinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey

[Chorus: x2]
We blastin' big