Schoolboy Q, Jay Rock, The Game - Gang Bang Anyway lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q, Jay Rock, The Game - Gang Bang Anyway lyrics]
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's
Time for the murder
My nigga my nerve
I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold
Could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner
Looking dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy
I ain't trying to change
Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese
Make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop screen
Might set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the city with madness
We the reason the hearses left your
Hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping
Keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges
You get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age
Though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway
B's and them H's, tats on faces
Glocks with extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw
Like 80 out that window
The chopper make you limbo
Gotta keep them antennas up
Moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies
Moving with them semis
Catch your ass leaving the club
Murk you at Denny’s
Squeeze till it’s empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using
Tables as a shield
East side, west side
Niggas getting chastised
Dropping like fruit flies
We all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown
A 15 second clip until he put the gun down
Know OG’s who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on
Your face like cosmetics
Chucking up big ass B’s is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go
Brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers
Wheelchairs and prosthetics
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway
Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the K scream 'til we see
The red and blue lights
Nigga
From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in Iraq now
LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit
Jesus is the background
Grandmother get shot walking out the church
How that sound?
Niggas don't really like it but
We grew up in it
City of angels
Belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power
Everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI know that
A little coke sprinkled on tables
But wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me
Your mind'll go back
Picture us chained together under the boat
That's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday
Let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities
God left us here without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves
Forced to break up outta chains
Got tired of getting hanged so
We started our own gangs
Tookie Williams
(Crip) , Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug
And that was the first time a
Crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide cause
It is what it was
We know the history and we know
The shit could end any day
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Crips, primarily African American gang
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway
Today there's over a million
Crip members worldwide
Associated with the blue bandana
Bloods, also primarily African American
Street gang founded in Los Angeles
County city known as Compton
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide
Members protection from the Crips
Today there's over 5
Million Bloods worldwide
The government still can't contain us
And our fate was sealed forever
When 17 year old LA brim
Frederick "Lil Country" Garrett
Was murdered by west side Crips
On June fifth 1972
Hey man ain't that Lil
Country over there cuz?
If it is
His ass gon' be laying in a blood river
Hey man
Make a u turn and pull up on him real slow
Alright cuz
What's happening Fred?
Please, oh my God
Somebody help me
Y'all just gonna fucking stand
There? Call the police
Somebody help me, please
Ok stay with me
Time for the murder
My nigga my nerve
I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold
Could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner
Looking dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy
I ain't trying to change
Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese
Make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop screen
Might set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the city with madness
We the reason the hearses left your
Hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping
Keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges
You get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age
Though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway
B's and them H's, tats on faces
Glocks with extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw
Like 80 out that window
The chopper make you limbo
Gotta keep them antennas up
Moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies
Moving with them semis
Catch your ass leaving the club
Murk you at Denny’s
Squeeze till it’s empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using
Tables as a shield
East side, west side
Niggas getting chastised
Dropping like fruit flies
We all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown
A 15 second clip until he put the gun down
Know OG’s who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on
Your face like cosmetics
Chucking up big ass B’s is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go
Brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers
Wheelchairs and prosthetics
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway
Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the K scream 'til we see
The red and blue lights
Nigga
From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in Iraq now
LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit
Jesus is the background
Grandmother get shot walking out the church
How that sound?
Niggas don't really like it but
We grew up in it
City of angels
Belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power
Everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI know that
A little coke sprinkled on tables
But wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me
Your mind'll go back
Picture us chained together under the boat
That's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday
Let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities
God left us here without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves
Forced to break up outta chains
Got tired of getting hanged so
We started our own gangs
Tookie Williams
(Crip) , Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug
And that was the first time a
Crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide cause
It is what it was
We know the history and we know
The shit could end any day
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Crips, primarily African American gang
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway
Today there's over a million
Crip members worldwide
Associated with the blue bandana
Bloods, also primarily African American
Street gang founded in Los Angeles
County city known as Compton
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide
Members protection from the Crips
Today there's over 5
Million Bloods worldwide
The government still can't contain us
And our fate was sealed forever
When 17 year old LA brim
Frederick "Lil Country" Garrett
Was murdered by west side Crips
On June fifth 1972
Hey man ain't that Lil
Country over there cuz?
If it is
His ass gon' be laying in a blood river
Hey man
Make a u turn and pull up on him real slow
Alright cuz
What's happening Fred?
Please, oh my God
Somebody help me
Y'all just gonna fucking stand
There? Call the police
Somebody help me, please
Ok stay with me