Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bang Bang , by - Masta Ace. Song from the album The Falling Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.05.2016
Record label: HHV
Song language: English
Bang Bang |
| Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang |
| East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang |
| Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground |
| Mama ain’t no safe place to hang man |
| Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang |
| East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang |
| Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground |
| Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man |
| The bus stopped over there, near Vanderveer |
| A bad block and the whole flock was standing there |
| On the corner, hanging like a chandelier |
| A bunch of lions and we felt like a band of deer |
| With no antlers, bunch of sitting ducks |
| Everyday after school somebody getting stuck |
| And it always cause sort of a fuss |
| Then they ran across the street and they boarded the bus |
| A pack of wolves, pack of tools we hopefully won’t have to use |
| But will if needed to, we a distinguished group of schemers |
| All we want is a chain or two, if you got the latest Gucc |
| You already know what we came to do |
| Dude hiding his Ewings, we ain’t into taking shoes |
| All lies, you will be alright, just obey the rules |
| Stay down or lay down, just relax |
| And take off the butter leather or I melt you, facts |
| Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang |
| East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang |
| Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground |
| ain’t no safe place to hang man |
| Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang |
| East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang |
| Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground |
| Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man |
| In these days got to watch your back |
| Cause you never can tell how some people act |
| This world is so cold, seems the love is all gone |
| You wanna let go but you got to hold on |
| Ghetto life plaques, police is on attack |
| No metal where you going, no metal where you at |
| This world is so cold got to keep the steel close |
| Cause you never really know when you let the shots go |
| Dude with the Cazal’s on, take those and the frown off |
| Your face right now pa |
| You wanna look hardcore, I’mma show you the opposite |
| You are soft, like the quiet storm |
| I make it rain with the firearm |
| Will make you Sweat like Keith, pleading inside a song |
| Will Make It Last Forever like Right and a Wrong Way |
| Maybe if you cry to moms, she’ll console you and even buy you more |
| All I know is what I got I ain’t giving up |
| So they can sell it, get the money and live it up |
| In my right coat pocket got a starter pistol |
| And I’mma pull it on everybody who got an issue |
| But I hope it don’t come to that |
| This ain’t the Olympics and I ain’t into running track |
| But I don’t have to play Carl Lewis |
| Cause they decide to Rob Saul cuz Saul jewish |
| In these days got to watch your back |
| Cause you never can tell how some people act |
| This world is so cold, seems the love is all gone |
| You wanna let go but you got to hold on |
| Ghetto life plaques, police is on attack |
| No metal where you going, no metal where you at |
| This world is so cold got to keep the steel close |
| Cause you never really know when you let the shots go |
| Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang |
| East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang |
| Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground |
| ain’t no safe place to hang man |
| Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang |
| East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang |
| Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground |
| Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man |