To the ground where you left my heart to bleed Your goin' down down down boy Five, four, three, two, one Bang! Bang! Bang! Boy! Your goin' down, down, down, boy Bang! she shot you. Karma tastes so sweet Karma tastes so bang bang bang boy Bang! she shot

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on

Hey... look around you Everything's helter-skelter Listen up... I warn you Run for cover, run Bang... it happened Time's up, Armageddon Fire... meltdown The sky is crumbling in Black curtains... never ending Escape... you're joking

Get down little mama, get down little mama Bang-bang-bang, skeet-skeet-skeet Would you do it for me? (Would you do it for me?) Make it swang, like a chain Then let me (clap somethin') Get down little mama If you gon' do it for him, better do it for me

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

Whoa oh oh (oh oh) Hey, clumsy Bangin' all over this bedroom Again and again Call me a fool, call me insane But don’t call it a day Closer to you, closer to pain

I put more rings in my fingers Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck I got her white like a Topanga I got that white like Topanga My dick

Now let me see you Bang that till you pass out Shake that till you pass out Freak that till you pass out Work that till you pass out I like it when you bang it Now let me see you shake it I wanna see you shake it Now let me see you freak it

Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie While you're banging on ya baby OG's That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang homey If I'm hanging it's with DPG Some do the things that they do 'cause they dumb And some do the things that they do for

Walk in the rave, smile on my face Drink in my cup, hand in my jeans Man talk tough, man look up, down, left, right Straight to a bang in the teeth Man still talk tough, man saw man in the flesh Now man's tryna talk to my Gs Nah, none of that, none, .45