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

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

Suu whoop gang or don't bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang) You ain't got a pistol, don't hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don't hang) I ain't scared, nigga, I'm brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I'm brazy) YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang) Suu whoop, my coupe,

Shout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts to all my lost boys we rowdy Shout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts to all my lost boys (when you're ready) Shout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts (when you're ready) (Shout to all my

I wish, I wish, I wish And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin' Oh I can't believe my ears And what everybody's sayin' I would give it all up, just to take one ride I wish that I could hold you now I wish that I could touch you now

We like to party, yeah yeah yeah Where the, where the party at? And you don't stop, and we won't stop We like to party 머리 위에 해 뜰 때까지 We like to party 서쪽에서 해 뜰 때까지 우린 젊기에 후회 따윈 내일 해 (Aye man you better slow it down) 다시 돌아오지 않을 오늘을 위해

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

Crimson and clover, honey It's me, your little Venice bitch If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love Over and over, honey On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Signin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh God, miss you on my lips Callin' out, bang

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

Bang bang, you 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 you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You would always win the fight Seasons came and