Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gang Bang, artist - Cap 1Date of issue: 27.11.2011
Song language: English
Gang Bang |
| Chyeah |
| Bring me my ma’fuckin' hat |
| Set trippin' on you niggas |
| ‘Bout to get it gangbangin' on you ma’fuckas |
| Chyeah |
| Cut through this ma’fucka with the top back |
| Throwin' signs all out the window at you niggas |
| Chyeah |
| You know what it is, nigga |
| Aye, look… |
| I’m from the city where they gang bang |
| Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang |
| Tattoos on my body — represent my gang |
| Bunch of niggas with me — reppin' the same thing |
| What you reppin' homie? |
| What you reppin' cous'? |
| What you reppin' gangster? |
| What you reppin' blood? |
| Throw your sets high — rep for that logo |
| Got my hat cocked — pistol in the chokehold |
| Bunch of niggas with me — they all felons |
| Extended clips — AK47s |
| Gangster Disciples — Black Stones |
| Vice Lords — we back on |
| My city love me, can’t forget them Latin Kings |
| First plug was a Mexican I met, he threw me half a thing |
| Blow me with them midis |
| I wanna make a play like a nigga getting' busy |
| Breakin' down work over East with the four |
| Gangbangin' nigga whoop a nigga out his clothes |
| I’m a hood nigga, and y’all know that |
| Familiar bricks be foam-wrapped |
| Whole thing I grind it up |
| Rolex I don’t wind it up |
| Some niggas hood bleed blue |
| Some niggas hood bleed red |
| Just seen a dead man walkin' |
| Homies call him Lil' ½ Dead |
| Caddy off and it’s damn fast |
| Mama smokin', she a crack head |
| I only know how to activate |
| Nigga, grab the semi, nigga crack heads |
| Hundred deep they on the block |
| Trigger play, that’s off the top |
| Every young nigga posted up |
| And live a thug life just like Pac |
| That paper chase, when will it stop? |
| Hustler just like his pops |
| Nigga sixteen with a eighteen |
| Nigga, sixteen off in the Glock |
| Ridin' on his enemies |
| All these dreams, buyin' quarter keys |
| Two blocks, that’s 66th |
| Ask him where he from, he gon' represent |
| I’m 500 with this bandana |
| My bars crack, no antennae |
| I rock jewels, no Santana |
| Give you sixteens, Joe Montana |
| I put niggas on World Star |
| Then go platinum the next day |
| Put hollow tips in your girl’s car |
| Then be at the funeral like «let's pray» |
| Got a hundred racks in my back pack |
| Put half of that on your snapback |
| Nigga livin' life on that fast track |
| ‘Til he slowed down by that black mack |
| I’m a real blood — |
| Come to Compton, see real thugs |
| Since Mary J did «Real Love» |
| I’ve been poppin' niggas like pills, blood |
| 12-years-old, walkin' to sixth grade |
| Red Bulls jersey and a switchblade |
| Cedar block and let them heaters pop |
| It ain’t a nigga from my hood that’s bitch-made |
| I got a red rag in my Trues |
| Red dots on my tools |
| Redbone in my Coupe |
| Red ‘Rari, no roof |
| Up the ratchet like Soo |
| Then pull the trigger, like «whoop» |
| Milk carton catch the shells |
| Now we merkin' niggas, no proof |
| I’m authentic, fuck a throwback |
| Niggas throw one I throw four back |
| It’s Blood Gang, let’s go, Cap |
| Yeah |
| Gangbang, gangbang, gangbang, gangbang |
| Tattoos on my body — represent my gang |
| Bunch of niggas with me — reppin' the same thing |