Boo-yaa t.r.i.b.e. - Bang on

[ Chorus ]
niggaz want to fuck with me , that´s why I got to bang on you
haterz want to fuck with the G´z , that´s why we gots to bang on you
niggaz want to fuck with me , that´s why I got to bang on you
haterz want to fuck with the G´z , that´s why we gots to bang on you

[ Ganxsta Ridd ]
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 talken dogg barker , ghost the scene the snatch of the night watcher
the cock it down blood walker collar blocker , never through it up I through 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 niggaz it´s on p-funk , I funk or no funk at all
Ganxsta Ridd Mack tension with the flamedarin , Piru 3 street y´all ain´t ready for this

[ Chorus ]

[ Mack 10 ]
uh huh , eyes forward , huh , look
y´all don´t understand I bang on hoe niggaz , slang blowin´ in a drive jack foe moe figgaz
walk in the party moe flamed then a arsen , '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 westin G´z it ain´t a new style , and the Boo Yaa moe samoans then a luau
I fucks with 'em 'cause we from the same side , and who ever got hit with the cake flame died
always been a rida , always stood up , Damu niggaz 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 in Iraq ( ha ha )
it´s Mack 10 nigga hoo bangin affiliate , stay gangsta all the time and fuck who ain´t feelin it

[ Chorus ]


[ Ganxsta Ridd ]
I stay flamed up ritual keep the dickies original , author of the smash through a gang funeral
with the Gawtti belt buckled the west chuckle , my bloody 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 debree from the rubble got the whole ben doubled
where they at they go gangsta shit , where you from here we go gangsta hit
the rap rolla scrap brawler burgandy maroon , never visualize unless it go boom
Gawtti get deflan boss of all time , always outnumber but never outdone
niggaz don´t want to march unless we a million , let me p-funk it westside and make don

the West , the West Boo Yaa
the West , the West , the West be Boo Yaa
the Westin´ G´z and the Boo Yaa
the Westin´ G´z it ain´t a new style , Boo Boo Yaa

[ Chorus ]

Boo Boo Boo Boo G´z , Boo Boo Boo Boo G´z
Boo Boo G , G´z , Boo Boo Boo Yaa
G´z , G´z , G , G´z
Boo Boo Boo Yaa , Boo G , Boo G , Boo G , G , G , G , Boo Boo Yaa

[ Chorus x 3 ]

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