(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

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

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug

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

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

(I wish words were like little toy guns) No sting, no hurt no one, just a bang bang Rolling off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns) Yeah, no smoke, no bullets And just a bang bang rolling off your tongue I wish words were like little toy

I'm gonna love you (love you) Baby, let's go out with a bang We could be the last love song ever sang Love you like it's the end of the world I'm gonna hold you (hold you) Hold you as long as I can in this world So let's cheers to the moments of beauty

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas Issa Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street I can show

Might be what I need (This side) To the edge I'll race you To the end I'll make it All the risk, I'll take it Head bang with my four friends We pour taste out for the dead This is the blood, the body, the life right now The hype right now