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lirik lagu reservoir dogs - bang bang boogie

[intro]
you f~ckin’ idiot
you really didn’t understand what the f~ckin’ streets about
you better chill with the streets, n~gga
’cause you ain’t in the bronx, n~gga
i’m in the f~ckin’ bronx, i’m in the f~ckin’ trenches, n~gga
i’m in the f~ckin’ streets, you already know what
so you know what, here comes the pain

[verse 1: cuban link]
yo, it’s them hot boys from the bronx with them toys in the trunk
now we can do this quiet, i’ll make noise if you want
your boy’s done, he got no choice but to run
we the bang bang boogie, the new voice of the bronx
we had enough of it, now we on some other sh~t
that bang~bang gutter sh~t, y’all don’t likе to suck a d~ck
f~ck all that sucker sh~t, it’s over for that governmеnt
n~ggas wasn’t cuttin’ us in so now we runnin’ it
just for the love of it, i’m back in my team
now they scared ’cause they seen me here back on the scene
nahmean? it all started with a gat and a dream
so we can’t call it a movement, it’s a machine
we got the fiends all linin’ up, waitin’ for the final cut
they time is up ’cause they fake and they rhymin’ suck
they a dime of dust and we some diamonds in the rough
y’all know what’s up, my loyalty don’t know how to bust
[verse 2: s~one]
ayo, the style and charisma, my n~gga bringin’ the bronx back
well, i’m connected too, millionaires in my contacts
you wanna talk to s~one, show me your contract
we takin’ n~ggas jewelry, you tellin’ n~ggas you taunt that
this n~gga fell off, dawg, you need to fall back
gave you high blood pressure, do you want more of that
i’m all for that, more rainy days in your forecast
see this fist, i put it where your jaw at
they say s flows impecca~bal
musically in tune, freestyles are soundin’ like records now
the game on smash, it’s rowdy over here
just the nominee for street album of the year
p.o., you know what all these rappers mad about
street album of the year, i don’t got a street album out
just policies, baby, redchild, handle that
the microphone was a candle, now this sh~t is candle wax

[verse 3: lord tariq]
please believe that we done got y’all poppin’
the machine in the car knockin’
back on the block, the fiends is hard coppin’
can’t stop ’em unless the lord lock ’em
we call shot until the girl stop car hoppin’
cape on new york, it’s called got ’em
brooklyn, harlem, queens, they all rockin’
throwin’ up the x like i ain’t bernard hopkins
i left for a minute, i’m right, not wrong
i’m hype, i’m strong, i’m tight, i’m shaun
i’m sworn to uphold the x til the death of me
this bang bang boogie thing bringin’ out the best of me
t.i. said to me “bring ’em out, bring ’em out”
and p.o. planted the seed, now watch n~ggas sprout
do you understand the words that are coming out my mouth?
we probably the only n~gga that got it during the drought
[verse 4: hocus 45th]
i don’t care about the rep that you used to have
bang bang boogie, you better get used to that
see i’m glad that he left his whole crew, it’s ass
he don’t get no respect and his music trash
don’t care ’bout your man pass, if i did, i would’ve asked
i already put a few og’s on they ass
this b~tch n~gga in his crew, it’s over with
this hocus, ain’t that low, say h~llo to the napoleon
i send my lieutenant d.o., you won’t notice ’em
p.o., good looks, mo’, it got me in my zone again
send the word, i get rid of all of ’em
well, tell the n~gga take it as a warning then
said he bust his gun, i thought they really wanted it
if he was just frontin’ it, i just tap him on his chin
and tell him don’t f~ck with my n~ggas
bang bang boogie, certified k!llas

[verse 5: mysonne]
i swear to god i will lean on these n~ggas
wash up clean, steam on these n~ggas
see, i will pistol pete beam on these n~ggas
bang bang boogie, b~tch, we run these n~ggas
we son these n~ggas, we done these n~ggas
so it’s time that we won these n~ggas, one~one
’cause none these n~ggas is f~ckin’ with this here
can’t do nothin’ with this here this year
y’all either gon’ pay homage
or the goons and the wolves gon’ spray llamas
kids, aunts, uncles, we spray mamas
ask the g’s who the realest, they say i’m is
anonymous, priceless, you n~ggas ain’t got none
got guns when n~ggas ain’t shot none
i’m not none of these n~ggas that you beef with
i don’t beef back and forth over beats, b~tch, peep this
y’all n~ggas gon’ cease this or your gums and your t~~th
gon’ meet fifth and eat this, you can lay underneath sh~t
or you can be a smart cat like heath cliff and run along
[outro]
p.o., i wish pistol was here, i swear to god, mo’
i swear, he would be so proud of us
you see what we do, we bringin’ the real n~ggas back, mo’
we bringin’ this real sh~t back, n~gga
you heard what mys’ said, mo’
i will pistol pete beam on these n~ggas
we ain’t playin’ with none of y’all n~ggas
f~ck all y’all n~ggas

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