| Click Bang Bang. |
| And I open up the door.
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| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they moving on the floor.
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they rockin to the core.
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| Bang bang. |
| (Might be a war.)
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| Bang bang. |
| (An Au-dio-oo war.)
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| Watch this, watch this.
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| Rap for the gap, where the rap is.
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| Fire for the crown when I cock this,
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| You already know where the crop is!
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| Hits fire when I hit the bass
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| Slick round when I hit the haze
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| Chalk full of heat, might as well pull the 40 Cal and be on the road …
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| Look motherfucker, I’m on fire
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| Only one way to live on the high wire
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| Don’t fucking care about a short life
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| Bust anybody fucking with the empire
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| Bust anybody trying to get a piece of my team
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| All out, come live the dream
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| Live all out, that’s comedy
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| I’m gonna give it all force with my gangsta lean
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| Ain’t nobody gonna take our checks,
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| Ain’t nobody gonna slow our effects.
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| Ain’t nobody gonna make our bleed.
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| Ain’t nobody gonna hold us …
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| Ain’t nobody gonna fuck with …
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| (Hell no.)
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| Ain’t nobody gonna …
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| (Hell no.)
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| Ain’t nobody gonna …
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| Click Bang Bang. |
| And I open up the door. |
| (You already know.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they moving on the floor. |
| (That's the way it goes.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they rockin to the core.
|
| Bang bang. |
| (Might be a war.)
|
| Bang bang. |
| (An Au-dio-oo war.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And I open up the door. |
| (You already know.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they moving on the floor. |
| (That's the way it goes.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they rockin to the core.
|
| Bang bang. |
| (Might be a war.)
|
| Bang bang. |
| (An Au-dio-oo war.)
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| Mave as one johnson, Mave cuz i’m so fossy.
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| Shining like diamonds, that’s cold, I’m so fossy.
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| Cry until I die types, so haters get off me,
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| Signing your old lady’s 8 on 10 gossy
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| Something like macadoshus
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| white boy straight bombing.
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| Live off amsterday, dopease, and Top-Ramen
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| Got speakers like nitro, Chronic always blowing.
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| Got suburbs, warehouses, whole city’s growing!
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| Yo, Audio Wars, we’re keepin' it core.
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| You fucking with us, you’ll be dead on the floor.
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| Look at the people I love on my dick,
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| You suck it so good, I give you some more.
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| Back with a new sound, We keep it thumpin.
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| Kottonmouth kings always got it bumpin.
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| Smokin a whole pound, and putin' it down
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| …keep it jumpin
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| Yea, this what it do.
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| Kottonmouth Kings, or I thought you knew.
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| Never too late, straight takin a fate
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| with the underground’s most dangerous crew
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| Call you out, never liked a snitch
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| Got a collect call from your bitch
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| Got all these haters on my klick
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| Got 911 cuz all this shit
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And I open up the door. |
| (You already know.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they moving on the floor. |
| (That's the way it goes.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they rockin to the core.
|
| Bang bang. |
| (Might be a war.)
|
| Bang bang. |
| (An Au-dio-oo war.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And I open up the door. |
| (You already know.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they moving on the floor. |
| (That's the way it goes.)
|
| Click Bang Bang. |
| And they rockin to the core.
|
| Bang bang. |
| (Might be a war.)
|
| Bang bang. |
| (An Au-dio-oo war.) |