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lirik lagu bang bang boogie - high blood pressure

[intro: p.o. & hocus 45th]
godd~mn, papoose
you ain’t give us no f~ckin’ airball, no?
you gotta do it to a mo’? listen, my n~gga
but you know what, this move we got over here
it ain’t even a movie, my n~gga, this a machine, n~gga
’cause this sh~t don’t stop, n~gga
let me tell you somethin’, i’m p.o., n~gga
if you ain’t know who i am, you know now
(yeah, p.o., i got you, n~gga)

[chorus: s~one]
we from the bronx where we rip tracks, flip that flow
sit back, flip crack, get that dough
you know the code, it’s money over hoes
blat~blat, you know what it is, mo’

[verse 1: s~one]
who the best bronx rapper since pun ain’t here
man, it can’t be you, fam, ’cause you ain’t here
rappers swagger jackin’ now, evеrybody sayin’ mo’
i go to miami but i come back, i ain’t, yo
i’m s~one, therе’s a lot of s~twos
the less few, i let it sneeze, hit your head, duke
and i ain’t talkin’ to them, i’m talkin’ you
matter fact, i’m talkin’ to y’all, y’all n~ggas sweeter than broads
the internet got ’em thinkin’ they hot
all these rappers gettin’ shot, now they thinkin’ they pac
what you thinkin’ of the bronx, you better think of my block
43rd precinct, cops shootin’ forty~one shots
see, we get away with crime ’cause our governor’s blind
we grind, bronx borough, new york state of mind
[verse 2: hocus 45th]
ayo, p.o., i done shot n~ggas, i ain’t scared to speak on it
did it by myself, so n0body can’t snitch on me
these n~ggas b~tch, they still call the pigs on me
hotter than the fake ogs, now i’m the big homie
hocus 45th, heard the feds want me but i’m a g
so if i get knocked, dawg, i won’t speak
s~x, money, murder, i gotta eat
if i get knocked, i’ma do my time like pistol pete
n~ggas think they tough, i make a movie out him
and i ain’t even gotta shoot, i send a goonie at him
tell somebody tell “joey, stop frontin'”
castle hill, we shooters, even remy cut in

[verse 3: cuban link]
i’m from the home of the brave where they love to spray ratchets
you know the address, it’s the bronx, you b~st~rds
the foundation, we started this rap sh~t
but we don’t take credit for that wack joey crack sh~t
last i heard, he was tippin’ the feds
now some heads that wanna get him for the sh~t that he said
he the type to get in beef and try to fix it with bread
i was there when he fled and left his n~ggas for dead
i done bled for my borough, shot lead for my borough
never fled for my borough, you can bet more i’m thorough
ayo, p.o., they already know what it is
from the booth to the streets, you know i handles my biz
[verse 4: drop]
the sound when your borough’s against you
real n~ggas get together and turn the whole borough against you
n~ggas try to convince you to keep it official
but you a snitch from way back and you runnin’ with pistol
the fake ones, n~ggas don’t make no mistakes, son
had to know the name, his album loyalty
his n~ggas gotten out the hand, put up no loyal fees
his raps is boring me, if pun is your man, n~gga, wills is royalty
i ain’t sendin’ a threat, i’m on it like “d~mn, we ain’t get rid of him yet”
my n~gga s in a cinnamon lex, g’ed up like a mob member
ask about drop, i hand out shots like a bartender
far as the movement, yeah, you sent scars to cuban
but let’s see if you can dodge the ruger
i found that, p.o. set it all then we all set it off
now let’s see what you ’bout

[verse 5: mysonne]
you know these n~ggas don’t want it with mysonne
my icon, a n~gga frontin’ his life gone could price on
the man head like he got lice on
general, look, i got stripes on, i’m nice on
this my thing, i’m a king just like kong
y’all b~tch~ass n~ggas who pythons, i’m quite strong
check the resume, n~gga, it’s quite long
everybody gangsta now, right? wrong, right on
the bronx spots where you n~ggas can’t walk at
i holla when you n~ggas can’t talk at, i’m a bronx cat
i came home and i bought the bronx back
you motherf~ckers know where the bronx at, we right here
[bridge: lord tariq]
brick side and view side
please tell me how you ride
he’ll side and you’ll side
please tell me how you ride

[verse 6: lord tariq]
the f~ck is a bronx track without the lord on it
i’m ali in his prime, he george foreman
y’all know the rules, bronx ridin’, i’m all foreign
we all ballin’, pass the shoot, we all scorin’
never one bottle poppin’, we all pourin’
nickel bag sold and a pop, we all want in
n~gga, the bronx, i’m enforcin’ speed
we lost two hundred broads in the porsches, eat and leave
and rich n~ggas tuck somewhere on archon
port ’em like a janitor, amateur sh~t’ll cost ya
i’d rather the four~four if you off ya
conscience slippin’, b~tch, a n~gga
this sh~t is torture, i want ya

[chorus: s~one]
we from the bronx where we rip tracks, flip that flow
sit back, flip crack, get that dough
you know the code, it’s money over hoes
blat~blat, you know what it is, mo’

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