| 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 |