WC, Lady T, D’évil, Dr. Stank - Bang Loose lyrics
[WC, Lady T, D’évil, Dr. Stank - Bang Loose lyrics]
Off that ignorant, belligerent
Gorilla people like mugilla
From the chickens liver stanky
Rivers like kitty liver
Take my finger out your
Putang you smelly funkadelic
With funkadelic reteric for you relics
(The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper)
The Grim reaper's grim reaper
I'm a Don like Magic Juan
Off that sauvignon
The game sprays out of my mouth
Like a can of Krylon riverside to Saigon
I'm killing each track I rhyme on
You had tights on like you had nylons on
Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception
With a coat hanger smell me
(It's the words man)
Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose
About to set the fly one
Down with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggas in the third person
Don't even try it
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make'em bang bang make'em all move
Do the damn thing my niggas bang loose
Timmmber hawk it's the big hawk
Ready to chalk with the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and slipped and clipped
Equipped the trigger
Hit click, click, click, click, click
Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla
Did-a-any-body kill her? I'm blasting
None of them like Danskin closing caskets
Chromed put my LA throat back on
It's back on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather in Linen
Strolling with the vengeance
And when I make that gun clap
Bitch niggas roll like pigeons
So if you claiming than brang it
And be about the drama
It's WC and I ain't your mama
Nigga make way for the big bomber
Mr all night rider original bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a spot launch that mini mat
And that's a hard hat do it till I get you
Pistol grip whip you nigga your pitiful
Picture me back burner material never
Scraped off Serial numbers and brought
Ditching your block when live while you work
Cause it ain't no half repping
Either you riding or not
Cock it or keep stepping come on
Feel the breeze what, y'all ain't know?
I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes
They need this - real Gs critical thesis
Bound to break shit down to quarter pieces
For real deVil the boss under the Dub
Swanging giving orders to chickens and thugs
It ain't no bitch in this
Industry that flow like me matter fact
It ain't to many niggas that can see me
For sure
I've been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me
So believe me it's on
Its funny the way I'm hated
Always underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't come with
It if you masturbated
Niggas wanna test me - I wish you would
Lyrics bang more harder than
Niggas bang they hood
I come thru unexpected like
The in Vietnam grenades
Got so much heat I make
The Devil run for shade
This ain't no game nigga
So, don't fuck with T
Mess around and be headlining
On Unsolved Mysteries
I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off trying to take these keys
A female fely in Burberry
Picking up money from the commissary
Don't fuck with Terry
WCdr stankdeVillady T
Swang on
Swang on
Gorilla people like mugilla
From the chickens liver stanky
Rivers like kitty liver
Take my finger out your
Putang you smelly funkadelic
With funkadelic reteric for you relics
(The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper)
The Grim reaper's grim reaper
I'm a Don like Magic Juan
Off that sauvignon
The game sprays out of my mouth
Like a can of Krylon riverside to Saigon
I'm killing each track I rhyme on
You had tights on like you had nylons on
Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception
With a coat hanger smell me
(It's the words man)
Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose
About to set the fly one
Down with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggas in the third person
Don't even try it
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make'em bang bang make'em all move
Do the damn thing my niggas bang loose
Timmmber hawk it's the big hawk
Ready to chalk with the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and slipped and clipped
Equipped the trigger
Hit click, click, click, click, click
Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla
Did-a-any-body kill her? I'm blasting
None of them like Danskin closing caskets
Chromed put my LA throat back on
It's back on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather in Linen
Strolling with the vengeance
And when I make that gun clap
Bitch niggas roll like pigeons
So if you claiming than brang it
And be about the drama
It's WC and I ain't your mama
Nigga make way for the big bomber
Mr all night rider original bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a spot launch that mini mat
And that's a hard hat do it till I get you
Pistol grip whip you nigga your pitiful
Picture me back burner material never
Scraped off Serial numbers and brought
Ditching your block when live while you work
Cause it ain't no half repping
Either you riding or not
Cock it or keep stepping come on
Feel the breeze what, y'all ain't know?
I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes
They need this - real Gs critical thesis
Bound to break shit down to quarter pieces
For real deVil the boss under the Dub
Swanging giving orders to chickens and thugs
It ain't no bitch in this
Industry that flow like me matter fact
It ain't to many niggas that can see me
For sure
I've been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me
So believe me it's on
Its funny the way I'm hated
Always underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't come with
It if you masturbated
Niggas wanna test me - I wish you would
Lyrics bang more harder than
Niggas bang they hood
I come thru unexpected like
The in Vietnam grenades
Got so much heat I make
The Devil run for shade
This ain't no game nigga
So, don't fuck with T
Mess around and be headlining
On Unsolved Mysteries
I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off trying to take these keys
A female fely in Burberry
Picking up money from the commissary
Don't fuck with Terry
WCdr stankdeVillady T
Swang on
Swang on