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lirik lagu bang along – the game

“bang along”

one for the impala’s, two for the gold d’s, 3 for the switches, middle finger
for the police, n*gg* with an att*tude, i will not let it die, four fingers
up, two twisted for the westside. [x2]

i used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne bought that porsche out,
i had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, patrick ewings on i kept the fresh kicks take the n*gg*
out the jordans if the muthf*ckers fit, they fit so i’m back up the block
f*cking with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiend’s fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf b*lls
yeah the sh*ts was that hot, having black locs on like mc ren, deebo came
through the hood in that c*ke white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny n*gg*s kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
n*gg* in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu f*cker i wanted to be like him.


f*ck it i ain’t gonna lie homie, i used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, f*cked up right? that’s when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while i was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my *ss
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, i wanna run outside, but
imma get my *ss whopped again if i run outside, swear i was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, i asked her did she want to hump me and she was like ? i don’t
care? so i took her training bra off that’s when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah trying to think of ll lines in the
back of my head, ‘when i’m alone in the room’ can’t remember what he said but
i know uncle luke ‘b*tch give me some head’ here go?


sh*t i’m grown now, pops in jail i’m on my own now, got my first kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutl*ss sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees[?] coming home now, yeah homie sh*t changed, n*gg*s don’t
bang like they used to, and i can’t dunk like i used to, n*gg*s don’t move
fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like
fubu, i got a tv in the dash watching friday, 21 no felon, tell em n*gg*s
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutl*ss
bounce sideways, four amps 15’s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my sh*t
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, i’m on my gangsta sh*t, n*gg* with an
att*tude hold my m*th* f*cking gangsta sh*t.


hey lo, i’m gonna take these n*gg*s back man, back to the number 4 jordans
n*gg*s dem sh*ts was sway, remember them m*th* f*ckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, when them sh*ts got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we
went to m*th* f*cking payless and got that black shoe polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them muf*ckas trying to keep them shiny black m*th* fu turned leather?.

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