Lyrics:
(come get 'em)
This ngga snakin on the corner ngga
Ngga words on the streets
(words on the streets)
He was prayin' to another god
He got struck down by
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,
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
a hired gun
Stunting will get you murdered
It's nothing
But knowing you probably deserved it
You fag you get dragged by your shit bag
And toe tag like a tat
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,
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don't stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to
The rhythm
within
Is still yet to come out
Like the word - as a bang!
You may have to think again
And get touched by it all
Than walk in single file
In a worn
Bang Bang
Written By Wendy Lewis, Anwar Mcdonald, Dyson Knight
Mashin up di road, look how my bambam bouncing
Many come before, but none like me me
Bang bang
Seventeen shots to the heart when they see me
Can't do love again every time it's the same thing
Cupid drive-by to the head it go bang
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
government
Bang-bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve
the world profiting
And you know I chose you
Never want them days to be over
Build up that bond
And get closer
I got me a blondie
She bad as hell
Oh Mamma Mia
at the gong Show
Got her to the crib and turned it straight into a thong show
She do my dishes, was my clothes, and fix my corn rows
She do my dishes, was my
number
In number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
You don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
You been shot in the back
gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she got a lick for me (well hook it up)
Worth about 200 G's and thirty keys
Now check this out Dre, now,
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
soon
That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup I see the crowd move
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another sip,
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
number
In number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
You don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
You been shot in the back
better get right, Crip right
Eyes open 'cause niggas get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherfuckin' problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20
Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money
I mean it's hard, hustling late night
You know (late night)
Some of these suckas out there
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