Lyrics:
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,
on parole or probation
And you can catch the case homie on vacations
It's for the rainy or so you just bang
To my young homeboy, we ain't never gettn'
the man that giving it to you
All night gal know by the gate men a fight
Hey!
Won't you yank on some of this Cali?
Sip on some of this platinum!?
If you
with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
The life I lead
The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped
come here, come here)
Move out to california
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
Yo, uh
Got my nigga Easy in this motherfucker
Deadstock sixes and shit
Got my nigga Metro in this motherfucker, yeah, ooh
Uh, by the bar, buy
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain't never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters
my gun in
Waitin for you to come in
I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo
Hey stop lookin at me, hater
Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you"
Now
Crip walk
Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
Cause you fucking with millionaires
Big stars only clocking a grip will make our
Dicks hard i come through when
your mind like they did Kennedy's
Closed casket ghetto boys world where we
Make the murder bracket high shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy’s
as a freight train
Mad dog, great dane, bang with game
Boy you get the best of me
You better burn the rest of me
Chеf the nigga specialty
You want to hear thе
that is
Look, that nigga got his off the curb
That is so how the fuck is niggas
So concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact
When niggas burn their
pop three, then we bang
Rambo, Lambo' when I slide
Come through, pop out, please don't hide
Nah nah, nah nah, you can't hang
Come through, run through,
And push ya shit ta ya tonsils
Young money bumpin johnson
Therefore im a hoodlum from tha hoods slum
Fuck with me im whoopin ya
Then puttin 2 in ya bang bang
I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit
And drive off in the
Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere
I go they love the "bling-bling" flow!
Bang
overseas
My nigga Snoop from the Pound
Put me in the game
With a sweet chocolate brown
Ass beating by the Pound
To the sound of my ride
Gotti opened up
ya'll interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga
Wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there
These niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that
Why cuz I said so, Timbs and a camo
You kids ever need help, let a grown man know
This grown man flow, you piss on yourself
16 in the
(bang) , extra one
plucked cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the
Name of Kurupt growin' up crazy cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
So
Knowing it's a trick to
Trick they fucking brain
That's how we do things in Crookyn
The realm where fists don't swing
All you hear is click bang, click bang
and doin' it, and doin' it well
Hey, hell, no one can stop me, I got the knack
Making funny matter phat just by making phat tracks
Who's world is this?
[Eazy-E]
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick
tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks
hoes play with me weekly
so I'm down wit hoe play
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