Problem, The Game, Bad Lucc - Bang Bang lyrics

Bang problem: Whaat
DJ Drama: See me myself
Problem: Let me up in and I
Bet i'll make this thing bang
DJ Drama: Only time I'm
Really in the streets
Is when you hear me on this fly shit
Problem: You know I'm from the hood
So all my homies bang
DJ Drama: I'll be at the studio but
When it come to them streets
Oh, I got some niggas
That'll go! Diamond Lane!

Sippin' on tequila with some señoritas
All these hoes ratchet but
They acting like divas
Come through speed, hoes all looking
Boy watch your threads
You'll get your life tooken
Goons ride like a roller
Push green like a stroller
Cold as Minnesota bitch hotter than Tacoma
Keep paper like folds
Who want the same thing?
Girl let me hit the thang-thang
Bet I make you bang bang

You know I'm out the hood
All my homies bang bang
You know how I do it, all my shit bang
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
And when I'm up in it
You know it's goin' bang

I make that pussy go bang (bang)
She rode me like a train
I go crazy deep and it insane
Oh mama that bitch can't hang
I beat it like a case
She squirted in my face
She laughed when she did it
Until I swam in it
Looked her in her eye gave
Her everything she needed
I call that thing kunta because
That pussy i defeated lucky lucky git
Baby let me warn ya'
I worked that body like some
Shit straight off of Pornhub
She lookin' crazy but I'm running California
In diamond lane dick straight up haunt ya'
Put that on your kids
You didn't run little mama she done
Told her sit on my face
Better yet jump on this tongue
"Got 'em crazy
He shady" is what they say when he done
Make that pussy gangbang on the
Hood she the one

You know I'm out the hood
All my homies bang bang
You know how I do it, all my shit bang
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
And when I'm up in it
You know it's goin' bang

It's a reason why they put me last
Problem riding shotgun, Bad Lucc on the gas
Four pipes hangin' out the ass
C-Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask
That's the turf nigga, roll the grass
World star knockout king, nigga fuck or pass
Unless you bang what I'm banging
I'm repping Cedars put you in Cedars
Don't look at my chain
I tell the waiter hurry up
Them guns is very us got my shooters in this
Bitch nigga Steph Curry (ed) up
Golden State Warriors is back putting hoes
In your snapback clack like that
You ain't never met a muhfucker rap like that
Sold 12 million records still
Strapped like that
And niggas say they want a
Problem in the back
You ain't even know I had
Problem in the blacklist

You know I'm out the hood
All my homies bang bang
You know how I do it, all my shit bang
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
And when I'm up in it
You know it's goin' bang