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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
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife,
bang

Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it

OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
part in it
Which I believe just signifies
I'm finally waking up 

And there's this moth outside my kitchen door
She's bonkers for that bare bulb
Boyz big ZooWap goin' all in
Bad bitch I'm fuckin' her good I give her all dick
All these niggas some pussy cuz they all wet
My boys gettin' that gwap
Fuck big fat bitches that make cliques back off
The way we prove it to y'all
Is just bang niggaz every time we do it to y'all

[Chorus]

[Busta
Cat and Snoop like that
Big stars in big cars we pull up at the big clubs and sit at the big bars
Sippin' champagne with a bowl of cavier
Hell yea
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
See, I am Wonder Mike,
the people walk in
The vibe stays nice and mellow, everybody fits in
And everybody hey and ho, are gettin they groove on
The record only stops when the lights
with Quaalude on a pillowcase left on an ultimately cordial gesture
By the staff it's a bathhouse for brave soldiers 
Where they coordinate
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
Harlem
Number one like I'm D-Rose, I be scorin'
All net with them free throws Chris Paulin'
Old school sittin' on chance Mike Jordan
Remy Boyz big ZooWap
I said a hip hop
Hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out
Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie
[Hi-C]
I said a hip, hop, the hippie
The hippie dibby hip hop hop and you don't stop
To rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie,
[Hi-C]
I said a hip, hop, the hippie
The hippie dibby hip hop hop and you don't stop
To rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie,
My little sister's outside 

Playin' patty cake (patty cake) 

My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen) 

Wit' the Shake 'n Bake 

Magoo got
patty cake (patty cake)
My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen)

Wit' the Shake 'n Bake
Magoo got on the stockin' cap
Tryin' to pick this way
I'm (I'm)
Kids get your parents permission befor,fore,befo,fo,before tryin' this

Half of the hoes and the music goin' bang
Everybody everybody yeh we all
I said a hip hop
Hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out
Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie
don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are getting
decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'

Driftin' off into another stage of life
*** paid you price and big homies
I go to the balls and then ring the bell
Because I am the man with the clientele
And if ya ask me why I rock so well,
A Big Bang, I got clientele
can bust you out with my super sperm
I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it , do it
An I'm here and I'm there
I'm big bang Hank, I'm everywhere
And he won't stop and he don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk 
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk 
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks