Lyrics:
gettin' back to it now
WHO GOT THE BANGA BANGA
WE GOT THE BANGA BANGA
WHO ROCK THE BANGA BANGA
WE ROCK THE BANGA BANGA
Rhymes really fluid
Before we been
my name
You know how I'm comin', I ain't even gotta explain
In the best shape of my life, she at the crib, she gettin' trained
Goin'-goin' 'gainst
the water
I'm a rock star, bitch, throwin' water
In the water, yeah, in the water
I don't bother, bitch
She tried to pull on my strings (strings)
missin'
I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him William
Only God can judge me, case closed
I got more hoes than Drake shows
I got this shit
chick
I Bobby Shmurdered that when she came 'round
Threw the hat up in the air, it never came down
And I just caught that body like a week ago
Real
When I get to a party, To get it started
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
You know
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
like me
Two steps ahead like Ci
Fitteds and Fenty, I'm bad like Rih
I'm thee, I'm she, I don't need no he
These black girl braids gon' hug my
caught your sister with the guys from the group
Halfway home in the parking lot
By the look in her eye she was givin' what she got
I said my, my, my, I'm
woulda happen to sweet old Jane
(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) [x2]
Jane's lifestory was a tragic one
She started gettin high, cause she said it was
rock this
Fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Fro's
Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo
Oh yeah and maybe gettin
care, she ain't nothing but a smoker
That's the way it go, that's the name of the game
Young niggas gettin' over by slinging 'caine
Legs around my
a machete
Keep gettin' cut up by the baguetties
Gotta stay true to the muhfuckin' death of me
That bitch be lyin', she cappin', she dead to me
So devilish,
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
And she's gettin' high and she's gettin' addicted (Lord)
And her older boy just stuck with the picture, painted vivid
That's a family portrait, and her
she thick, she fitted (model bitch)
My villian know I'm with it (with it, with it) (bitch)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck
ain't got no roof on
Gettin' my, No Ceilings 2 on
I'm high, I'm brainless
I'm stainless, entertainment
His lady and um
If she ain't thick, then she ain't
know how that shit goes
If your ho only know
That she was getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew
The she was getting mutted by
the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
She turn to freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some
Heaven on earth, my- (oh-oh, oh)
That's my- that's my-
Yeah, drum stick, pump rock
She like my vibe, uh, yeah (I-I-I)
Get it, slide, ooh, drum stick,
We really lucky we got 'em, you can spot 'em
From a distance, now let's just say FOR INSTANCE
You got a crank gettin' ganked for his bank by some
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
about to come to the Lab-o
She givin' me some credit for clothes
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks
Analyze you never know who lookin'
It's
bear
I'm smokin gas you can't hear me clear
All eyes on me i'm 2 pac
Niggas gettin harrased by the cops fuck the police
Police pull up at every block
She
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