Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I should put another crease in it If you gang banging who you beefing with? The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back Bout to

Boom boom tap, boom boom tap Tick tick bang, tick tick bang Tick tick bang, bang bang bang Boom, boom, tap Boom, boom, boom, tap Tick tick bang Tick tick bang

(Straight up, straight up) Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh) Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve) Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit) If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice) Holes in the

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just

Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Seasons came and

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

LA, can't believe I found love in the city of LA LA, it's the city of angels, it can take you anywhere We found love LA, LA, LA, we found love in LA, LA, LA In the city of the gang bang Yeah, we still dying over red and blue stripes Chuck my set up and

Off-White, alright Pop a Xan, goodnight (ooh) Off-White, alright (ooh) Off-White, alright (alright) She kept lookin' at my ice (yeah) Off-White, alright (woah) Off-White, alright (yeah) She kept lookin' at my ice (bang) Off-White, alright (bang bang)

Bang bang bye bye Les putas, le showbiz, le champagne, la folie Ici-bas, ça va trop vite, avant la muerte on profite J'ai le .44 dans les cartouches, bang bang bye bye Avant le début de la fin J'les aimais bien mais ils sont bizarres, ils jouent d'la

(I wish words were like little toy guns) No sting, no hurt no one, just a bang bang Rolling off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns) Yeah, no smoke, no bullets And just a bang bang rolling off your tongue I wish words were like little toy