Chris Ward - Bang On lyrics

(*talking*) What, South-Southside n***a What, South-Southside n***a check me out [Hook - 2X] Real G's, get the bang on f**ing with us, we get our swang on Hustle and grind, and get our game on Platinum plus, and get our fame on n***a Real G's, get the bang on f**ing with us, we get our swang on Hustle and grind, and get our game on Shine and ball, and get our change on n***a [Lil' Keke] In my two seater, with my black heater Moving fast as a cheetah, syrup and margarita Yo shorty, I know you full of that X Se want the rough raw s**, she got a hell of a neck You know we presidential, with so much potential Exploiting this game, because it's so fundamental We worldwide, internationally known Real n***as they get it on, the dog is full blown We below the belt, oh yeah the pain is felt Rich n***as about they wealth, and keeping up they health Let's get this money baby, even though these n***as hate me But I been peeping lately, they think it's all gravy I'm a maniac, 5"8' and black I always got a gat, with no time to chat I hold it down, and stay low to the ground The bullsh** cease, when the Don in town what [Hook] [Big Pokey] Game on, plus the fame got a young n***a name known Sensei and MJ on the same song, with Don Keke W dot com I'm a G, see Sensei Don Dada A hoe in hand reach, Sensei done got her To the Ramada, top flo' Dominican black, white or vato Let the game begin, I'm on Jane and Hen Plus that X in my life, so I'm sane again I get my bang on, like a Blood or Crip Keep a snub nose, right above my hip I love to dip, hoes love my whip Try to take some'ing, then my snub'll rip I love this here, gangsta sh** Why, cause I'm a gangsta b**h Gangsta fits, drop gangsta hits They f**ed up, when they unchained the Pit n***a [Hook] [MJG] MJG, get his pimp on It's the return of the real, them fony motherf**ers been gone See b**h, I want your whole bank account Before you even start to open your mouth, or even think about Your dedication, is my occupation This ain't no bullsh** baby, this demonstration to concentration A n***a, just about to bubble up And if your girlfriend tagging along, then I'ma double up I graduated, in the streets n***a When nearly most of the time, the hard way is how I teach n***as I got a hoe, for every holiday We hit the scene so clean, them other b**hes give me body play If you's a hoe, then you was meant for me And I'ma keep you on the tip of your toes, to pay the rent for me Why not, show you some career pimping You exercise my sh**, everytime that you deal with me [Hook] [Chris Ward] C. Ward, get his grind on Only 20-something years young, fool I'm getting my shine on Frozen Roley, getting it's wind on While yours ticking, and you know what that mean it tell the time wrong How come you come off the rich, what is your mind on Only some dro and potent 4, can get my mind gone I'm who snitches, drop the dime on Cause every block I hang slang, and bang is a crime zone I rhyme wrong, cause I done seen it all Laughing at these amateurs out here, that just fiend to ball When rats hara** me, I screen the call Cause I'm a full time playa, even an all season y'all I got a hoe, for every minute man And even if you're treating her or not, I'm still just a minute and She gon be hooked on me, like angel dust Around these here parts, n***as can't bang with us On top of this, I'm dangerous Still Mobstyle and gangsterous, I get my bang on [Hook]