Bang boom bang A bullet into the brain Singing supersonic speed again Another Bang boom bang What a beautiful blame Got a pain killing drug in my veins
I'ma pose a toast to all my reel niggas from H-town to Maine, Californ-i-a I got them boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang I'ma take this city
'ma pose a toast to all my reel niggas from H-town to Maine, Californ-i-a I got them boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang I'ma take this city Al
my shit, blew his shit the fucked off Mr. gang bang motherfucker boogie bitch Slob nigga don't slip cause I'ma cock the set trip Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy
on the street but they don't play taps or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots I bang bang bang to the air
you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy
Johnny Everything When he wants to be a fireman it's clang clang clang As a fire engine raise around the floor Ebveryone wants to be a cowboy then it's bang bang bang
Maserati, what up Raheem? (Whatup?! Whatup?! Whatup?!) He never fought unless necessary You shot at? He shot back The whole block felt the bang Last
hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane
god damnit Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet They never fake it just slam it Out in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet Crash boom bang I used to hang at Four
lights from the spark, boom-boom in the parks Vocals in fumes from my darts, lead the roofs on the part Fuck up your happy home, daddy's back with a chrome
friend to me Niggaz ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em Fuck that bitch, Nina, cause I gotta slug nose for her Boom, boom, boom, on that ass
Kaze in this motherfuck Down we prophet click Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas Mossberg slug to your grill You can feel this Trigger happy
the note His freedom only comes in an envelope An envelope, an envelope His freedom only comes in a envelope [Verse 3] Bang bang bang, boom boom boom
thinkin 'bout the consequences if that nigga scrowl Cuz they didnt break the mold when they sold you the gown now you gotta pay the price from jeans to some ice Boom boom
banger and I don't buck buck If niggas get to shootin', I'm the nigga that duck I don't smoke indo, that's all because I'm more than happy wit my contact
