Gotti got it Cop it, then I serve it up Okay, my blood gang, 30 bang Big choppa, big thang Let your nuts hang Who that? Don't say BBA change your mood, aye

You and me baby making love like gorillas But in this jungle you can't run 'Cause what I got for you I promise is a killer, you'll be banging on my chest Bang bang, gorilla Oh I got a bottle full of liquor with a cocaine Kicker and I'm feeling like I'm

You say you got 'em guns, but I've never seen you bang You say you get 'em drugs, but I've never seen you sling You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah Yeah, live through the

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing And they pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck yeah Pull up and wreck yeah, pull up and wreck Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing Like,

Heavy metal, heavy metal What do you want Between the eyes I hear it screaming And it electrifies Your inner feelings Hot shock waves charge the air All heads are banging Fists pumping everywhere

(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

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

We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this

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