The Game - Bang Lyrics

Writer(s) : DREW, DAVID L./TAYLOR, JAYCEON TERRELL/ARNAUD, DELMAR/BROWN, RICARDO EMMANUEL
Artist: The Game Lyrics
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Album: Track 14 on Doctor's Advocate
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[Chorus: Kurupt, (Daz), {The Game}]
You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
{If you in the club with ice on we takin' off}
(I thought you was a gangsta *****, you better shake it off)
What?
(Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on)

[The Game]
Gettin' my bang on, red strings on
Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on
Luis Vuitton belt holdin' the four-five
You know who I am *****, I'm Mr. Westside

[Daz]
This West West or nothin', get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we **** it back and blast
Like booyaka-booyaka, we lay the party down
G-G-Game, Dogg Pound

[The Game]
Everybody get down

[Kurupt]
Look *****, I nurture and breed
I ain't never gave a **** about a *****es needs
And ***** *****s try to invade our town
I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out

[The Game]
Say goodbye to the '6-4, hello to the '6-trey
He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his ***** face
Up, down, now watch my **** 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]

[Daz]
We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic
When I did it I must admit it, so ***** go and rep it
Lil' homies around her constantly on smash mode
Lil' *****s with pistols that blowin' out your *******
Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in
Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison
Real *****s for life, the roots of the G tree
N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E

[The Game]
We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
***** 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

[Kurupt]
Bang out, chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic
Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ***
It's hood *****z ready to get it, your ***** can get it
Cause I know she'll suck a **** in less than a minute
Cause, I'ma have to show him where the house at
Two milli macks, 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
We got access to massive plastiques
Purchased last week, D.P.G.C.
Bang

[Chorus]

[The Game (Kurupt)]
Here come them out of town *****s, what up Blood?
(What up cause? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)
Should I tell 'em Blood? (Naw, **** 'em loc)
Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes
(Dash, brake, bounce and scrape)
Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's
(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 hoody get stripped in the club
Like a ***** 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 **** in the club
And that go for every ***** and ***** 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]


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