The Game - Bang Along lyrics

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The Game - Bang Along lyrics

[Hook:] One for the impala's Two for the gold D's Three for the switches Middle finger for the police n***a with an attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side [x2] [Verse 1] Yo I used to dribble the rock down the block, in '94 Shoot the courts out And k**er Wayne brought that Porsche out I had the illest jump shot So he bet all his money on me 12 years old with the hunny's on me Patrick Ewings on I kept fresh kicks, take a n***a out his Jordan's if the motherf**ers fit They fit So I'm back up the block f**in' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box In front of the crack spot Fiends fighting over crack rock Dimes The size of golf balls, yeah them sh**s was that hot He had them black Locs like MC Ren And Debull came through in that coke white Benz Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims Before these corny n***a's kept these stickers under they brims It was a little n***a in Compton, 5'10" He was dope as a motherf**er I wanted to be like him [Hook] [Verse 2] f** it I ain't gonna lie homie I used to do the hammer dance Make it worse I steel toes on and hammer pants f**ed up right? That's when my pops had the weight He had to blow when I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes Got my a** whooped for taken the duck hunting gun outside In my window watching all the kids have fun outside Ice cream truck makin noise, I want to run outside But I'mma get my a** whooped again if I run outside Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair I asked her if she want to hump me, she was like: "I don't care" So I took off her training bra That's when she got scared She wanted me to be her boyfriend So I was like, "Yeah" I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head "When I'm alone in my room" I can't remember what he said But I know Uncle Luke; b**h give me some head It go [Hook] [Verse 3] sh** I'm grown now Pops in jail, I'm on my own now Got my first kilo And my brick phone now Two door cutless, sittin' on that chrome now Headed to the county jail Two T's commin' home now Yeah hommie sh** changed n***a's don't bang like they used to And I can't dunk like I used to n***a's don't move fast enough when they hear the *WOO WOOP* And takin' fades is played out like Fubu I got a tv in the dash watching Friday 21 no felon, tell 'em n***a's crime pay Red rag in my pocket Doin' it my way Two switches, so the cutla** bounce sideways 4 amps, 15 beatin the trunk, try to jack me for my sh**? Got to beat me to the pump Punk I'm on my gangsta sh** n***a with a attitude On my motherf**in' gangsta sh** [Hook] [Outro Talking] Hey low, I'm a take these n***a's back man Back to the number 4 Jordan's n***a them sh**s were sway Remember those motherf**as? We had the number 4 Jordan's man When the new sh**s got old, we couldn't afford the new ones man So we want to motherf**in' pay-less and got that black shoe polish Put so much shoe polish on those motherf**a's tryin' to keep them shiny black That those motherf**a's turned leather! (haha) Or like when the motherf**in' ice cream n***a came through I remember the n***a's name, it was Hector man And he would come through in the ice cream truck And got all the motherf**in stickers on the ice cream truck Like he just ballin' crazy out the game This n***a got stickers of motherf**in' ice cream sandwiches Strawberry short cakes, UFOs, Motherf**in' big sticks Then you ask this n***a do he got any of them motherf**a's he talkin' about All he got is Now & Laters What the f** you in an ice cream truck for then Hector? Get the f** out of here man. sshh Look at these n***as now man All these funny clothes and jackets And all f**in' little This lookin' f**in' crazy man I'mma keep it gangsta on these n***a's low n***a's can't f** with me man I'm a on that motherf**in' 1990 Straight Outta Compton Express Yourself, Eazy E, Jerry Curl drippin' MC Ren, black loc straight out the swab meat Dr. Dre black Khaki's black tee shirt Motherf**in' gold rope around my neck DJ Yella Raider motherf**in' hat to the back Ice Cube s** my motherf**in' dick sh** b**hes