Tone Bone - Wanna Bang lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Tone Bone] I don't think they really wanna bang (wanna bang) They don't even wanna see the gang (see the gang) I don't really think you feel me, man How the Northstar click came through to run things [Christbearer] Yeah, they don't really wanna bang Red rag, blue rag, sag, on my California gang Ya'll n***as see the game, but this aim The devil ain't playing, this is California gang Northstar came, West Wu-Tang And scripts like Mark Twain, the Sonny Cane'll reign They don't even wanna see, the Christbearer G And jubilee it, in the 6-4 weeded [Shoshot] I'm bout fine weed, bomb beats and bad b**hes See on my streets, we bang and hit switches Riding high speed, car pool on twenty inches Don't try me, and start f**ing with my riches See we all business, hard lyrics, we hard n***as Pulling large triggers, have you swimming with the fishes In these hard street, we deep, and so vicious In a heart beat, we'll cancel you n***as Christmas Ship us, West Coast, hard hitters We rippers, oh, how I love my n***as This a Kodak moment, and you n***as don't get the picture Ya'll n***as so wack, we got b**hes to get with ya I'm the Shoshot, or shorty big pot Little bitty n***a coming with the crip hop [Chorus 2X] [Christbearer] Yeah, the Northstar click But you can call us k**a Beez, a murderous masogenist Young n***a wanna bang with me And see the street life ain't what it claim to be Young hoes, tell 'em who you came to see Nickname CB from the NLB [Meko the Pharaoh] Northstar came through running things n***as love to bang, rolling in the cutty, mayne Fresh off for d**h, doing 180's and sh** Pistol grip, though I'm crazy with it Yeah, ya'll n***as don't know, you better find out So you better hurry up, before the time's out This is how we do it when we let these rhymes out Northstar's what the world needs to know about So everybody just bang, bang, bang And let the NS do they thang, thang, thang Cuz we the coldest in the game, game, game Ya'll n***as better use your aim, n***a Cuz we don't give a f**, we'll blow it up n***as run it up, if you living real rough The life I live, always been tough My n***as in the hood, throw it up [Chorus] [Midnight] Gangsta sh**, weed in my grip Really, that's what I'm with, only get fly b**hes Moving in my whip, chronic, in the swish n***as I f** with, really don't give a sh** b**hes with big tits, love, gangsta dick Gone, off the crypt, hoes, on the strip Clocking on my grip, dollars, that's what I need Water mixed with the weed, Cartel'll love me n***a, I stay keyed, gone off the Hennessey You see, you see... [Chorus 2X] [Christbearer] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ya'll don't really wanna bang with Doctor Strange Yeah, yeah, the young Art Cane, the nine I dame Yeah, yeah, the black Jack Lo Lane, back again, what [Chorus 2X]