Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Banga Dance (feat. Keak Da Sneak & San Quinn), artist - Shady NateAlbum song The Go Boyz: Everything Must Go, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2012
Record label: Rapbay, Urbanlife, Zoo Entertainment
Song language: English
Banga Dance (feat. Keak Da Sneak & San Quinn) |
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 |