J-wess - Bang This lyrics

J-W, E- DOUBLE S Dont We Double Best Tracks Tear Holes In Ya Bubble Vests Trouble..Yes..when ya hear tha words Bang this from the city til im near the 'burbs [Hook (Kulaia & J Wess)] Bang This In Da Club (Imma spray the joint) And If u wanna get loud (you gotta play this joint) No Dress Code, No Guest Lists, No Charge (A small change, but i must stress this, im so LAARGE!) Bang This In Da Club (Imma spray the joint) And If u wanna get loud (you cant fade the joint) And yo, this is for tha wannabe riders with no cars I'd be just like you if i wasnt so LAARGE! [Verse 1 (MC Digga)] Id bet you'd like to know what happens when the lights go off the mic go off, dont even try to fight the force Im tryin to lock it down globally like microsoft Blaze tracks, but ive never been the type to floss Wipe the floors with fake a** rappers, they aint moving the crowd i showed you before, plus im proving it now (and smoothing it out) I still bring the ruckus to this and while you home on the couch (i stay up in the mix) you got a bad attitude, thats something to fix Im gettin love from ya crew, coz they be pumpin my dick think nothing of this, i could do it my sleep YA FEEL so while you non-talent muhf**ers keep sh** real i keep sh** still to stay on point, till im paid the oint Bangin the club, my lyrics spray the joint keep the dance floor wet so you can get ya slide on so why track this hit, watch me get my glide on [Hook] [Verse 2 (MC Digga)] Check my comand of the english language its expansive at a club with drink bars, new kicks, new chicks to dance with thats not my most of operandi, understand, I redefine the role of the villian, respect the bad guy Award winning sentences, acclaimed critical lyrical Most of ya'll just spit generical references Its very circuitous, 360 degrees in fact breeze through ya down and leave with my steeds in tact with ease i rap, you chopping mad takes for a verse bullsh** punches, my hunches, you should wait and rehearse stop i heard the hot sh** and your not it you need to cop this, steady drop this, heavy rock sh** its over, HUH, ya'll aint heard, im the deacon of words freaking the verb, while you speaking absurd take some decent reserve, with foot soldiers with balls big as boulders to move obstacles so save your acting for the movie [Hook] [Verse 3 (MC Digga)] Yo rapping is dead, i dont spit, i flow flip the script, nahh, stick to the sh** you know the clique you owe, and dick you blow belong to me got ya sh** on to me, my word is Bond like Sean Connery Ladies still feel me when im 75 point oh 9 with no license, still ready to drive I study the vibe, its like that R&B cla**ic, track sh** rappers act spastic, when i flash hits So merge ya words with virgin herbs aint my function, dont wanna keep the peace, i'd rather punch em Straight hard hits of the target, im never sprayin came in here with my fist in ya mouth, so what u saying I aint claimed the sh**, you haters stay on the dick all you do is talk about us, naysayin the clique, im saying ya sick gastro interitis and all that flowing tight as the format [Hook]