The Game - Bang Along lyrics
[The Game - Bang Along lyrics]
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
Yo, I used to dribble the rock
Down the block in '94
Shoot the courts out when Killer
Wayne brought that Porsche out
I had the illest jump shot so he
Bet all his money on me
12 years old with the hunnies on me
Patrick Ewings on, I kept the fresh kicks
Take a nigga out his Jordan's
If the motherfuckers fit
(they fit)
They fit so I'm back up the block
Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach
Them how to slap box
In front of the crack spot
Fiends fightin' over crack rock
Dimes the size of golf balls, yeah
Them shit's was that hot
He had them black Locs on like MC Ren
And Deebo came through in the
Hood in that coke-white Benz
Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims
Before these corny niggas kept the
Stickers under they brims
It was a little nigga in Compton
Five foot ten
He was dope as a motherfucker
I wanted to be like him
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
Fuck it, I ain't gon' lie
Homie I used to do the Hammer Dance
Make it worse
I had steel toes on and hammer pants
Fucked up right? That's when my
Pops had the weight
He had to blow while I
Was blowin' in Nintendo tapes
Got my ass whooped for takin'
The Duck Hunt gun outside
In my window watchin' all the
Kids have fun outside
Ice cream truck makin' noise
I want to run outside
But I'ma get my ass 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 did 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
Bitch give me some head
It go
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
Shit, I'm grown now pops in jail
I'm on my own now
Got my first kilo and my brick phone now
Two door Cutlass, sittin' on that chrome now
Headed to the county jail
Two T's comin' home now
Yeah, homie, shit changed
Nigga's don't bang like they used to
And I can't dunk like I used to
Niggas 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 watchin' Friday
21, no felon, tell them niggas, crime pay
Red rag in my pocket, doin' it my way
Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways
Four amps, 15s beatin' the trunk
Try to jack me for my shit?
Gotta beat me to the pump
Punk
I'm on my gangsta shit
Nigga with' a attitude
On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
Hey Lo, I'm a take these nigga's back man
Back to the number 4 Jordans, nigga
Them shit's were sway
Remember those motherfuckas? Had the
Number 4 Jordans
Man
When the new shit's got old, we
Couldn't afford the new ones
Man
So we went to motherfuckin' Payless and
Got that black shoe polish
Put so much shoe polish on
Them motherfuckas tryin' to
Keep them shiny black that
Them motherfuckas turned leather!
Or like when the motherfuckin' ice
Cream nigga came through
I remember the nigga name, it was Hector, man
And he would come through in
The ice cream truck
And got all the motherfuckin' stickers
On the ice cream truck
Like he just ballin' crazy out the game
This nigga got stickers of
Motherfuckin' ice cream sandwiches
Strawberry short cakes, UFOs
Motherfuckin' big sticks
Then you ask this nigga do he got
Any of them motherfucka's he talkin' about
All he got is Now & Laters
What the fuck you in an
Ice cream truck for then
Hector?
Get the fuck out of here, man
Shit, look at these niggas now man all these
Funny clothes and jackets and
All fuckin' little
This lookin' fuckin' crazy, man
I'mma keep it gangsta on these niggas yo
Nigga's can't fuck with me, man
I'm a on that motherfuckin' 1990
Straight Outta Compton express Yourself
Eazy E jerry curl drippin'
MC Ren, black loc straight out the swap meet
Dr. Dre black Khaki's black tee shirt
Motherfuckin' gold rope around my neck
DJ Yella Raider motherfuckin' hat
To the back
Ice Cube suck my motherfuckin' dick shit
Bitches
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
Yo, I used to dribble the rock
Down the block in '94
Shoot the courts out when Killer
Wayne brought that Porsche out
I had the illest jump shot so he
Bet all his money on me
12 years old with the hunnies on me
Patrick Ewings on, I kept the fresh kicks
Take a nigga out his Jordan's
If the motherfuckers fit
(they fit)
They fit so I'm back up the block
Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach
Them how to slap box
In front of the crack spot
Fiends fightin' over crack rock
Dimes the size of golf balls, yeah
Them shit's was that hot
He had them black Locs on like MC Ren
And Deebo came through in the
Hood in that coke-white Benz
Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims
Before these corny niggas kept the
Stickers under they brims
It was a little nigga in Compton
Five foot ten
He was dope as a motherfucker
I wanted to be like him
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
Fuck it, I ain't gon' lie
Homie I used to do the Hammer Dance
Make it worse
I had steel toes on and hammer pants
Fucked up right? That's when my
Pops had the weight
He had to blow while I
Was blowin' in Nintendo tapes
Got my ass whooped for takin'
The Duck Hunt gun outside
In my window watchin' all the
Kids have fun outside
Ice cream truck makin' noise
I want to run outside
But I'ma get my ass 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 did 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
Bitch give me some head
It go
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
Shit, I'm grown now pops in jail
I'm on my own now
Got my first kilo and my brick phone now
Two door Cutlass, sittin' on that chrome now
Headed to the county jail
Two T's comin' home now
Yeah, homie, shit changed
Nigga's don't bang like they used to
And I can't dunk like I used to
Niggas 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 watchin' Friday
21, no felon, tell them niggas, crime pay
Red rag in my pocket, doin' it my way
Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways
Four amps, 15s beatin' the trunk
Try to jack me for my shit?
Gotta beat me to the pump
Punk
I'm on my gangsta shit
Nigga with' a attitude
On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches
Middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude
I will not let it die
Four fingers up
Two twisted for the West Side
Hey Lo, I'm a take these nigga's back man
Back to the number 4 Jordans, nigga
Them shit's were sway
Remember those motherfuckas? Had the
Number 4 Jordans
Man
When the new shit's got old, we
Couldn't afford the new ones
Man
So we went to motherfuckin' Payless and
Got that black shoe polish
Put so much shoe polish on
Them motherfuckas tryin' to
Keep them shiny black that
Them motherfuckas turned leather!
Or like when the motherfuckin' ice
Cream nigga came through
I remember the nigga name, it was Hector, man
And he would come through in
The ice cream truck
And got all the motherfuckin' stickers
On the ice cream truck
Like he just ballin' crazy out the game
This nigga got stickers of
Motherfuckin' ice cream sandwiches
Strawberry short cakes, UFOs
Motherfuckin' big sticks
Then you ask this nigga do he got
Any of them motherfucka's he talkin' about
All he got is Now & Laters
What the fuck you in an
Ice cream truck for then
Hector?
Get the fuck out of here, man
Shit, look at these niggas now man all these
Funny clothes and jackets and
All fuckin' little
This lookin' fuckin' crazy, man
I'mma keep it gangsta on these niggas yo
Nigga's can't fuck with me, man
I'm a on that motherfuckin' 1990
Straight Outta Compton express Yourself
Eazy E jerry curl drippin'
MC Ren, black loc straight out the swap meet
Dr. Dre black Khaki's black tee shirt
Motherfuckin' gold rope around my neck
DJ Yella Raider motherfuckin' hat
To the back
Ice Cube suck my motherfuckin' dick shit
Bitches
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