Lyrics:
I still make fun of a situation
Someone's in like a son of a bitch at anothers expense
I'm fuckin' relentless as fuck when it comes to this pen
I
We 'bout to introduce the next millennium rap now
Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (Uh huh uh huh)
That ol' bang your head shit (Right
pistol up under my head
(He strolled along home)
I took my time
(And he went to bed)
Thought I'd sleep some
(Laid his pistrol)
Big 22"
(Up under his head)
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
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
chilling in the big ride
Even though we be living that good life
Real ride or die gyal by my side
Real love, that is somethin' weh we can't hide
From
They wanna ride with the Juice Mayn
Mister bang bang
Ballin down the oncoming lane
In a Chevy thang my car is like my wifey so
I treat her with
thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky
jah behind
Call On pon Jah Jah meditation time
Trial trubble and tribulation
Fis every nation fighting an badman thing
Is done by each one every man
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
mute at entrance with nothing to draw from
There were the secrets
The big bang and the bigger joke
You seem to know all of them
And injustice makes
Real niggas do real things
(Produced by yours truly)
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come
shit nigga
Bang
Bang
Gone throw that shit up
Reppin my shit to the Max
Ima big stepper my nigga you know that's a fact
You niggas ain't hard
You niggas
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
and come from far away
To the big showdown tonight
They are all excited and they all wanna stay
They all stand side by side
The monkeys, they go bang, bang
Big drip Big stain
Moswanted gang gang
Big sticks Big drums
Are guns bang bang
C.A.P that the main land
We see the opps we don't shake hands
We
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
my big house, surrounded by my weaponries
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds
Got an extra
situation
Getting by fine in a ghost town nation
We ain't knocking on wood
We crank it up to eleven
It ain't no big deal
Its just Armageddon, ha
Oh
(Remember when we used to play bang-bang
I shot you down, bang-bang
You hit the ground, bang-bang
That awful sound, bang-bang
I used to shoot you
chameleon faces of mendacity
Then we find a small garden naked to earth
Humbled by creation, joy and mirth
God's love from above still satisfies
Mystify
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
Just your nut-sack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just
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