Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Banga Dance: Remix (Feat. Keak Da Sneak, San Quinn & Shady Nate) , by - San Quinn. Release date: 08.07.2007
Song language: English
Banga Dance: Remix (Feat. Keak Da Sneak, San Quinn & Shady Nate) |
| This is another mechanical production |
| Banga dance this the remix |
| Town bizness situation |
| Keak, San Quinn, Shady Nate, J. Stalin |
| And if you see me dancing |
| That’s that I got that banga dance |
| Turf in the air heater in my pants |
| Mommy I’m strapped so it’s on my man |
| So if I stay with you you better get your friends |
| Cause when it goes down nigga we don’t know nothing |
| I was sleep in the car man off my tuss |
| [Verse 1: J. Stalin |
| I’m back, in front of the club doing the banga dance |
| Never been a stranger man move the thang in my hand |
| 9 on my right side big thang on the hip |
| Big shoes on the whip |
| Rubber grip, won’t stick |
| Young Stalin go dumb |
| West Oakland where her from |
| Where he known to carry guns |
| Order purple by the ton |
| Stunna shades on the face |
| Real heavy on the waist |
| When it’s all in the place |
| Bottles all in the air |
| Me and my turf we was up in this |
| See the street in the building I speak for the ghetto children |
| Cypress Village in the house |
| Stalin turn a party out |
| on stage |
| Ya we get paid |
| Rocking with young J we in the VIP |
| You know no pat down no see ID |
| I got them Frisco boys on the side of me |
| Livewire, who you thought it was supposed to be |
| And if you see me dancing |
| That’s that I got that banga dance |
| Turf in the air heater in my pants |
| Mommy I’m strapped so it’s on my man |
| So if I stay with you you better get your friends |
| Cause when it goes down nigga we don’t know nothing |
| I was sleep in the car man off my tuss |
| I don’t gotta go dumb where you know I’m from |
| East Oakland, that’s right (where you from?) |
| West Oakland yeah that’s right (where you from?) |
| North Oakland yeah that’s right (where you from?) |
| Oakland yay ay (?) |
| Stylin' with my nigga J |
| Strapped like the police |
| Hit you with the playboy bunny |
| My boys go beast |
| Over half of the streets early morning shift |
| Going up to hoods and getting to dancing with the 45 |
| So somebody a lotta this not included |
| Never stuck my gun up (?) I’m shooting |
| Snitches tell, gangstas squeeze |
| I got bail and lawyer fees |
| Come get your cheese (?) with ya please |
| And if you see me dancing |
| That’s that I got that banga dance |
| Turf in the air heater in my pants |
| Mommy I’m strapped so it’s on my man |
| So if I stay with you you better get your friends |
| Cause when it goes down nigga we don’t know nothing |
| I was sleep in the car man off my tuss |
| Slide up 18th slappin' out |
| Did everythang that I rap about |
| Ice in your grill I’ll slap it out |
| City in the building, savs in the house |
| Boy I got that .50 cal |
| Kick off loud shut system down |
| 100 racks in my system I’m pimping now |
| I’m point she point we gigging now |
| Going down in the town we don’t call it wildin' |
| Hyphy, geeked, Quinn and J. Stalin |
| I’m on we on got shades for stuntin' |
| All on the (?) the believe me cousin |
| Exhibition doors at 90 degrees |
| Touchin' on tussin' getting high as a tree |
| Always a good look to get some good puss |
| Got a block in the (?) get the hood and push |
| And if you see me dancing |
| That’s that I got that banga dance |
| Turf in the air heater in my pants |
| Mommy I’m strapped so it’s on my man |
| So if I stay with you you better get your friends |
| Cause when it goes down nigga we don’t know nothing |
| I was sleep in the car man off my tuss |
| Banga on my hip |
| Banga in my Timberlands |
| You hopping and skipping jumping around just like an Indian |
| My lil homie with the cinammon they gonna remember him |
| The Shady 380 baby the gangsta and the gentleman |
| I ain’t go with the youngstas, parking lot pimping |
| Doing what I’m doing and I’m spitting what I’m spitting |
| All in the year I’ma put a bug in it |
| I go to the club don’t want to let a thug in it |
| I ain’t gotta knock nothing, knock on me |
| They already know what i got on me |
| Let you boys know about playing with dummies |
| I’m playing with drummies that’s why you see me dancing funny |
| So if you see me I be where they don’t battle rhymes |
| 28 and zip or 8th Street and Madeline |
| Car full of rippers cause we pile them in |
| Livewire for hire and I’m 1,000 in |
| And if you see me dancing |
| That’s that I got that banga dance |
| Turf in the air heater in my pants |
| Mommy I’m strapped so it’s on my man |
| So if I stay with you you better get your friends |
| Cause when it goes down nigga we don’t know nothing |
| I was sleep in the car man off my tuss |