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

Sun sun sun sun We wait for the bus that's going to Bangor In my plaid dress and burgundy shoes In your red lipstick and lilac kercheif You're the most pretty lady in the world The bus driver smiles, a dime and a nickel We climb on our seats, the vinyl

But we got no money Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich A bang bang bang, bang bang bang, beautiful, dirty rich Beautiful, dirty dirty, rich rich, dirty dirty Beautiful, dirty rich Dirty dirty rich, dirty dirty rich, beautiful Beautiful and dirty,

(Rock brigade) Watch out for the rock brigade Oh no, it's the rock brigade Look out for the rock brigade Well, in the middle of the night And the early morning light You can hear them a million miles away They'll be bangin' on their drums Bangin' on your

Where do you go, where do you go, And the light of truth is blown out, Roadsinger came to town, long cape and hat, People stood and stared then closed their doors, as he passed, He strolled the empty street, kids banged on tin cans, Then the panting dogs

(You got them funny ass colors on, take it off) If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off (I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off) (Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on) Gettin' my bang on, red strings on Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis

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

It's been a long time, a time I shouldn't left you Without a Mustard beat to step to Flex to, let loose, finesse to Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, bang your set too Aw damn, no they didn't Three Musketeers back together and they winning And they getting too

Bada-bang-bang In the club, boy, I'll forget you not With my friends, boy, I'll forget you not Brand new man, boy, I'll forget you not Baby, baby, I'll forget you not How come they don't make 'em like you, babe? Oh, I never respected We can make this

If you in a club nigga then shit bang If you on the streets nigga then shit bang If you on the block nigga then shit bang And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang If ya in a Range Rov then shit bang If you in that 600 then shit bang If you on that Steel