lirik lagu the game - bang along
“bang along”
[chorus]
one for the impala’s, two for the gold d’s, 3 for the switches, middle finger
for the police, n-gg- with an att-tude, i will not let it die, four fingers
up, two twisted for the westside. [x2]
i used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne bought that porsche out,
i had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, patrick ewings on i kept the fresh kicks take the n-gg-
out the jordans if the muthf-ckers fit, they fit so i’m back up the block
f-cking with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiend’s fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf b-lls
yeah the sh-ts was that hot, having black locs on like mc ren, deebo came
through the hood in that c-ke white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny n-gg-s kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
n-gg- in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu f-cker i wanted to be like him.
[chorus]
f-ck it i ain’t gonna lie homie, i used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
i had steal toes on and hammer pants, f-cked up right? that’s when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while i was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my -ss
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, i wanna run outside, but
imma get my -ss whopped again if i run outside, swear i was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, i asked her did she want to hump me and she was like ? i don’t
care? so i took her training bra off that’s when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so i was like yeah trying to think of ll lines in the
back of my head, ‘when i’m alone in the room’ can’t remember what he said but
i know uncle luke ‘b-tch give me some head’ here go?
[chorus]
sh-t i’m grown now, pops in jail i’m on my own now, got my first kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutl-ss sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees[?] coming home now, yeah homie sh-t changed, n-gg-s don’t
bang like they used to, and i can’t dunk like i used to, n-gg-s don’t move
fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like
fubu, i got a tv in the dash watching friday, 21 no felon, tell em n-gg-s
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutl-ss
bounce sideways, four amps 15’s beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my sh-t
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, i’m on my gangsta sh-t, n-gg- with an
att-tude hold my m-th- f-cking gangsta sh-t.
[chorus]
[talking]
hey lo, i’m gonna take these n-gg-s back man, back to the number 4 jordans
n-gg-s dem sh-ts was sway, remember them m-th- f-ckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, when them sh-ts got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we
went to m-th- f-cking payless and got that black shoe polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them muf-ckas trying to keep them shiny black m-th- fu turned leather?.
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