The Game — Bang
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[Intro: Kurupt]
G shit
What we do? What we do?
Bang, look nigga (listen)
[Chorus: Kurupt, The Game, Daz Dillinger & Tha Dogg Pound]
You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin’ off
I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
Do what? Sh-sh-shake it off, or get banged on!
[Verse 1: The Game, Daz Dillinger & Kurupt]
Gettin’ my bang on, red strings on
Louis Vuitton kicks, Louis Vuitton frames on
Louis Vuitton belt, holding the fo’-five
You know who I am bitch, I’m Mr. Westside
This West West or nothin’, get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we cock it back and blast
Like booyaka booyaka, we lay the party down
G-G-Game, Dogg Pound, everybody get down
Look nigga, I nurture and breed
I ain’t never gave a fuck about a bitch’s needs
And bitch niggas try to invade our town
I’ma lay ’em down, spray the ‘K and get out
And say goodbye to the ‘6-4, hello to the ‘6-trey
He ain’t never seen hydraulics, look at his bitch face
Up, down, now watch my shit scrape
Daz call Snoop, I’ma Crip Walk to get Dre
And Blood Bounce back, heat on the track
Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq
Throw a O in the pot and watch it bounce right back
Like that (Like that?) Like that
[Chorus: Kurupt, The Game, Daz Dillinger & Tha Dogg Pound]
You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin’ off
I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
Do what? Sh-sh-shake it off, or get banged on!
[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger, The Game & Kurupt]
(What’s up, little homie? Game, what’s up)
We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic
When I did it I must’ve meant it, so nigga go and rep it
Lil’ homies around her constantly on smash mode
Lil’ niggas with pistols that blowin’ out your asshole
Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in
Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison (prison)
Real niggas for life, the roots of the G tree
N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E
We not S-T-A-Rs, we don’t put stars in our shoes
Bitch, we put the whole car on the shoes
You don’t wanna see my car on the news
I’ll set it off like Queen Latifah, red beam on the nina
Bang out, chippin’ in traffic, dippin’ the classic
Dippin’ to classics, whoopin’ that ass, it’s hood niggas
Ready to get it, your bitch can get it
‘Cause I know she’ll suck a dick in less than a minute
Cuz, I’ma have to show him where the house at (at)
Two milli Macs (Mac) semi-automatic situational attack
In the back with a sack
Cadillac all black like this and like that
Bang, broken like glass and plastic
Bang out on him with the mask and plastic (motherfucker)
We got access to massive plastiques
Purchased last week, DPGC, bang!
[Chorus: Kurupt, The Game, Daz Dillinger & Tha Dogg Pound]
You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin’ off
I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
Do what? Sh-sh-shake it off, or get banged on!
[Verse 3: The Game & Kurupt]
Here come them out of town niggas: «What up Blood?
What up Cuz?» They don’t even know what 2Pac first album was
Should I tell ’em Blood? (Nah, fuck ’em loc)
Me and Kurupt three-wheelin’ on the hundred spokes
Look, dash, brake, bounce and scrape
Run up on the ‘6-4, see the AK (Bang)
Like Eazy (Bang) like Dre (Bang)
Like Snoop (Bang) in L.A. (Bang)
Like Crips and Bloods from now on
Wear a Bathing Ape hoodie, get stripped in the club
Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club
You like Ice Creams? Get a banana split in the club
No jewelry, you can’t wear shit in the club
And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club
So you better take it off ‘fore you get in the club
Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin’ on dubs
Remember that
[Chorus: Kurupt, The Game, Daz Dillinger & Tha Dogg Pound]
You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin’ off
I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
Do what? Sh-sh-shake it off, or get banged on!
