Way before the fame (Bounce) Out the blue, like a Crip But I never bang though They know, we've been at it way before the fame, ho Way before the fame, ho At it way before the, way before the fame ho (Bounce) Way before the, way before the fame ho

She gon' let that shit bang for me yeah Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me Baby yes you're mine, baby yes you're fine When I'm on the road, do I cross your mind? When I'm on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah I can't do this anymore, yeah

Tueurs, tueurs, tueurs (ba-ba-ba-bang, bang) (Tueurs, tueurs, tueurs) Et je pense Que si la vie ne m'donne pas tout c'que j'lui demande j'passerai par la violence Qu'importent les crimes, morts, victimes innocentes, dans la vie, chacun sa chance Dans

Suu whoop gang or don't bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang) You ain't got a pistol, don't hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don't hang) I ain't scared, nigga, I'm brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I'm brazy) YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang) Suu whoop, my coupe,

오늘 밤 우리 freaky, freaky 해 yea Baby, give me some, give me, give me, some yea 너와 나 둘이 찌릿찌릿해 yea 이 노래 쩔어, 내 랩 쩔어, 내 스타일 쩔어, 내가 좀 쩔어 다리 떨어, 돈 벌어, 하늘 걸어, ay do you wanna 이 노래 쩔어 내 춤 쩔어 내 스타일 쩔어 내가 좀 쩔어 다리 떨어 돈 벌어 하늘 걸어 ay do you wanna Can you give me some,

It's the first time, that I worried Of a bad dream, of a journey On a highway through the valley It's a long road through the night I can dance to anything you wanna sing It's a long road To get it right Stop banging away on my kaleidoscope Stop draining

Bang bang! bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everyday it's the same thing, L.A. ain't changed Niggas still player hating, but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now Cause these

I only fuck with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one) I'm a motherfuckin' gang bangin' nightmare Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs

I'm moving on Yeah I'll be long gone I'm tired of sitting around and waiting I remember the first time I met you I thought my time had come I felt my time had come Instead of banging this drum I'm tired of thinking about you baby And I'll be long gone

OG up in this mafucka Obie up in this mafucka We got that heat up in this mafucka Get up out your lane, just know it's about ta (bang) Uh-oh second album out the stable No worries about the paper, I ain't gettin' raped though All about his payroll, BME