Lyrics:
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
I was five and she was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and she wore white
She would always win the fight
Bang bang, she shot
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot
I was five, and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black, you wore white
You would always win the fight
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, i hit
Written by Warren Zevon 1970 United Artists/ c. 1996 EMI Capitol Records Special Markets
Jungle telephone
Ding a dong ding ding _____ with a red mud
She was five and I was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and she wore white
She would always win the fight
Bang, bang, she shot
She was five and I was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and she wore white
She would always win the fight
Bang, bang, she shot
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
(Bang)
I came up in the game doin' my thang for the paper
Never gon' change, bringin' bang on the haters
They used to gang bang on the corner black
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
I love it when it's loud
I love it when it's big
You can feel it in the crowd
Come on bang dem sticks
I said I love it when it's loud
I love it
strugglin')
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin' changed set
gon' use a dummy page to hit his management
"I'ma need your artist on my album, what's the damages?"
I got the cameraman with me, let's shoot a movie
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
(You can find your way) Now they got to blow homeboy's smoke
(If you're tryna bang, bang, bang)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (real
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
[Noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Let's bang
Let's bang
Bang, bang, bang
Let's bang
Let's bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, let's bang
Bang, bang, bang, let's bang
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