Lyrics:
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
Circumstances and the pain
How can one still be the same
With All the dirt that's on the name
More important than the fame
Imma blow up like the big
Bang!
Bang
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
Of how the Universe
Appears to operate
Based on observation
And just a little math
Ascertained by reason
And scientific fact
That's the Big Bang
That's
shit been on my mind
Smokin' dope I'm gettin' deady
Lotta pressures on my shoulders
Steady movin' but it's heavy
I was posted by the deli
Any means
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
Hope'll set your eyes agleam
Like four feet dangling in the stream
The kingdom of God, it's a pressure machine
Every step, gotta keep it clean
Gang, Gang
They ain't never gotta ask this one question
Who's the Queen? Likkle Miss Obsession (uh)
I'm the one who keep you bitches under pressure
Ain't come around here and fuck wit us,
I'm from the man wit the gang-bang,
Since I was little ain't a god damn thing changed,
Its the same old same,
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh)
Don't pull
to Ireland came, he took me by the hand
Says he, I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns, they
to Ireland came he took me by the hand
Says he, I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they
on New Years and the fourth of July
Here at the Holy Ghost, Big Bang theory
Pentecostal, fire and brimstone
Mission temple firework stand
He said,
Taking a look outside
Just to realize
That life just keeps on passing me by, high
Taking a look outside
The work of art, birthed by the big bang
Un, deux, trois
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
you been prayin', bang bang
Ridin' for my niggas and that's for life
High class, I'm just surrounded by these low-lifes
And I run this bitch like
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
me,
Oh just you and me.
This moment, all we need,
Heartbeat, in the night's glow.
Big bang, feelings start to grow.
Big bang, echoing loud,
With you,
Boosie
We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi's
Fuck with us boy you stupid
We clutch and we all go use it
Fuck with us y'all go lose it
the way
So it's * until my last day Rj let it bang big bass the screen shake
Four 10's knock the frames off the wall like a mini earthquake
Got these haters
like yourself man
So whether you bangin for crip or blood
You better bang for sumthin young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by
So whether you bangin' for crip or blood
You better bang for somthin' young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by Johnny Law
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