Various Artists - Bangin' lyrics

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Various Artists - Bangin' lyrics

Yeah, uh, huh Yeah this what we gon' do, we gon' fall through the hood Scoop up the lil' homies and hit the motherf**in' party, bang out Dig what I'm saying, we gon let them n***as get, they walk on We gon' get our ride on and leave with a couple of b**hes And rep this Dub S thang to the fullest West side, like that When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin' All the hoes is comin' and you know they all f**in' Got the Henny in gla**, big puffin' on somethin' And the n***as outside and these b**hes wanna fight Then them n***as pulled up and they deuces all wired And you know we banged out when the homies come around One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party We come through on that 22 shoe In that SL500 chappell hill light blue In cal-aye, we hit the valet You ain't got it like that, park in the alley, n***a Get in line while we spit the line for ya Get inside where we gettin' high On the dance floor with a big behind n***a, don't get mad 'cause your dick ain't mind So when you see the west side up in V.I.P Don't bring your a** up there and try to be Ali I'll beat your a** back down just to be on TV We know bad publicity'll sell another CD f** with that, f** with this and I f** with the crys Only f** with the dough, never f** with you marks And if you're just getting in, motherf**er you 'tarded 'Cause we bangin' at the party When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin' All the hoes is comin' and you know they all f**in' Got the Henny in gla**, big puffin' on somethin' And the n***as outside and these b**hes wanna fight Then them n***as pulled up and they deuces all wired And you know we banged out when the homies come around One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party Yeah, you know it's a white tee occasion We in G formation, reppin' a G nation I pull up three wheels, swangin' a rag fo' Hop out with the sag low, strapped with the mag fo' It's cash flow, thick money rolls and thick hoes We got those and it's a party on the block loc And it's a party on the block dawg You know it's packed full of hogs That's active and hard on hoes Handcuffin' your broad is a negative The twenty-third letter, I'm an O G and reppin' this Believe, Skoop never nervous to crack a hoe Plus I got them sets on deck, servin' like McEnroe K Mac fa sho, I'll give you what you askin' fo' Why treat a b**h like a b**h and let a hoe be a hoe It's a Dub S C thang, Soprano the name H double O bang with the connect gang, n***a Let 'em walk, walk, let 'em walk (If you're down with the connect then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If you're strapped with a tech then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If you represent your set then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If you a neighborhood vet then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If the b**h won't f** then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (Outline them n***as with the chalk then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If you're sippin' on that dark then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (Y'all n***as don't want it) When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin' All the hoes is comin' and you know they all f**in' Got the Henny in gla**, big puffin' on somethin' And the n***as outside and these b**hes wanna fight Then them n***as pulled up and they deuces all wired And you know we banged out when the homies come around One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party