Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound 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

I swear you'll stay to maintain the pain I put a bullet in my radio Something just hit me funny I don't know Just pulled the trigger going down the road You slammed the door and knocked me off the wire Been walking lines and you've been burning tires

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

'Cause your love is my love And my love is your love It would take an eternity to break us And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us If tomorrow is judgment day And I'm standing on the front line And the Lord asks me what I did with my life I will say I

I think that she knows Those flashing lights come from everywhere She's got me love stoned The way they hit her I have to stop and stare Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows The way they hit her I just stop and stare I think that she knows, think that

Hit the radio We can make a, make a video Now I'm a star I can't seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and Everbody seem to lost their mind It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the Radio, 'cause internet

Fabolous, Funk Flex Vol. 4 niggas see'mon It's gettin' hard to dodge the women But I'm still pitching hard white balls Faster than Roger Clemens, Ya know the kid with the O's That's as large as linens When it comes to sellin' trees I'm as large as

They're not gonna happen Don't get any big ideas You paint yourself white And fill up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found it, it's gone Now that you feel it, you don't You've gone off the rails So don't get any big ideas

Every song that's comin' on Is settin' the mood tonight Gettin' us right, but like Every kiss, I feel your lips Hittin' us stronger than A lightning strike Never heard anything like that They way you whisper my name Makin' love to the soundtrack

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have