Lyrics:
it
See a corner, ain't nobody on it
I can make it mine by the mornin'
Tres, nickels, dimes, and them quarters
Gotta check the line for informants
it, rowdy, gangstafied
[Chorus]
[Abel]
It wasn't never no Mama I want to sing
Down here it's mama I want to gang bang
Wearing that red and blue
it, rowdy, gangstafied
[Chorus]
[Abel]
It wasn't never no Mama I want to sing
Down here it's mama I want to gang bang
Wearing that red and blue
with the cheese
I get it by any means
You and I are not upon the same page
Face tat
Got them thinking that I gang bang
Big nuts
Got them feeling like
real niggas shine
Figaro, on the low, let these niggas know
Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know
When I came through the door, I bang with the four
Stripper, good Lord
Top chi, not me
Boy, please, whatever
You next, to death
To go, ooh, oh
Who's that? Ring ring
Your number, bang bang
Callin' up,
called back
I'm still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don't like me, 'cause they say I think I'm all that
Now
to clubs; I never chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return
never chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the top
Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it but they
load
I can get it overnight by the bankroll
Back them down for the big change
Keep them transporters coming foreign exchange
On company business
Yuh
Wuapo (plug) huh
I just wanna brand new bag
Big faces all blue tags
I just wanna pop a new tag
Big Benz, I'ma make that bitch drag
I just
Syncopation
And he showed me
The mechanics of
Using a drum stick
And how to hold
Two heavy crash cymbals
And bang them together
And they were so heavy
And you
the big bang bang gonna fight all night
With The Sugarhill Gang
And you know who's gonna survive?
Yeah, the Furious one, two, three, four, five
Hey we're
the game played
Nigga like me put the hood on that walk of fame
Fingerprints of Eazy-E still stain the brain
Gang-bang relationships, no need to name
the race, uh
This the Porsche, never late, uh
Headin' North to the Ace, uh
Saw my house by the waves, uh
More lead for the bang, uh
My God, need a raise,
at the light, no
Ain't no stainin' us
Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang, no
You can't hang with us
I came from nothing, I call Guap
He let it bang for us he
me so hot) - you better than the rest of them bitches
I'll bang your back out in every position
I never listen to the shit niggaz say
How you're easy
like YSL, I'm in a big truck so you can hear me coming
By myself, I'mma tell you something
If you not my family, I don't owe you nothing
Off a bit I
You smell that
Fresh out the oven
I be gettin' it by the loaf
I be gettin' it by the bun
I be gettin' it by the slice
I be gettin' it by the crumb
I
but be so lame now I'm so shame
Big Ol Draco and a Glock 40 let em both bang
You know we pressure applying we got big smoke
You try to take sum from me
dude, thinkin' I won't kill you
Because I'm a friendly dude? Judge a book by its cover
That's sum' you should never do, ain't no typo, but my TEC's gon'
many that were down for me
while walking through the rain
Kept my brother by my side
So just for you yea I'ma bang
I'ma run it up, I get this shit here
motherfucker with G ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newton
Tricks
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