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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - Bang On lyrics

Artist: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

album: Bang On


Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
I say fuck them all when I bang them on some
From Inglewood to my city of Carson
Through every hood you should be bangin' more often
Is your life more then what it is costin'
Chicken hawker shit talkin' dog barker
Ghost the scene the snatch of the nath watcher
The cock it down blood walker collar blocker
Never throw it up I throw down with the wreath rock
SOO WOO set ride on the left put my flag on my
Shoulder so it lays on my chest
The dime piece put the "I" in finess but you can bless
That chrome while I bless my fit
It's on tell these 5th niggas its on p-funk I funk or no funk at all
Ganxta Ridd Mack 10 with the flame darin
Piru 3 street y'all ain't ready for this
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Y'all don't understand I bang on ho niggas
Slang blowin' in a drive jack fo' mo' figgas
Walk in the party more flamed then an arson
'Cause the QSI caught a link with the Carson
I'm gangsta, you ain't tried it don't knock it
Sag when I feel flag in my right pocket
The West been g's it ain't a new style
And the Boo-Yaa more Samoans than a luau
I fucks with 'em 'cause we from the same side
And who ever got hit with the K flame died
Always been a rida always stood up
Damu niggas and bitches throw yo' hood up (SOO WOO)
Get it how you live if you tamper with the sack
I go to war over crack like Bush and Iraq (ha ha)
It's mack 10 nigga hoo bangin' affiliate
Stay gangsta all the time and fuck who ain't feelin' it
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
I stay flamed up ritual keep the dickies original
Authorized to smash through a gang funeral
With the G.A.W.T.T.I. belt buckle the west chuckle
My bumpy knuckles can't stop my hustle
They puzzle how the hen get guzzled
They tumble tryin to fade through the muscle
They in trouble when the mind go humble
The debris from the rubble got the whole ben doubled
Where they at, there they go gangsta shit
Where you from here we go gangsta hit
The rap scholar scrap brawler burgundy maroon
Neva visualize unless it go boom
G.A.W.T.T.I. get teflon boss of all dons
Always outnumbered but never outdone
Niggas don't want to march unless we a million
Let me p-funk it Westside and make don
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you
Niggas wanna fuck with me
That's why I gotta bang on you
Haters wanna fuck with the g's
That's why we got's to bang on you

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