Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gang Bang Anyway , by - The Game. Release date: 21.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gang Bang Anyway |
| Um, yeah palms sweating guess it’s time for the murder |
| My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb |
| Tell his family get them black clothes |
| Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold |
| I’m that player on the corner looking dry when it rains |
| Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain’t trying to change |
| Far from average, I’m smoking this cabbage |
| Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze |
| Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams |
| You only gangsta through your bop screen |
| Might set the reason for the crime scene |
| Fill up the city with madness |
| We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic |
| Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric |
| Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots |
| Heard drive-bys everyday |
| Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway |
| Uh, yeah, Figg side |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Though we still gang bang anyway |
| B’s and them H’s, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos |
| Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window |
| The chopper make you limbo |
| Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central |
| Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis |
| Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny’s |
| Squeeze till it’s empty, it seems so unreal |
| 'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield |
| East side, west side, niggas getting chastised |
| Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die |
| We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown |
| A 15 second clip until he put the gun down |
| Know OG’s who took more shots like diabetics |
| Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics |
| Chucking up big ass B’s is my fetish |
| Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it |
| Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Though we still gang bang anyway |
| Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga |
| Let the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga |
| From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga |
| From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga |
| (Watch out for the shooters) |
| Same age as the kids in Iraq now |
| LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now |
| Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background |
| Grandmother get shot walking out the church |
| How that sound? |
| Niggas don’t really like it but we grew up in it |
| City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it |
| Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black |
| Started off unified the FBI know that |
| A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn’t no crack |
| False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt |
| Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind’ll go back |
| Picture us chained together under the boat, that’s a Kodak |
| And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback |
| Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack |
| Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains |
| Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs |
| Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood) |
| Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug |
| And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood |
| Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was |
| We know the history and we know the shit could end any day |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Crips, primarily African American gang |
| Though we still gang bang anyway, uh |
| Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969 |
| By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams |
| Though we still gang bang anyway |
| Today there’s over a million Crip members worldwide |
| Associated with the blue bandana |
| Bloods, also primarily African American |
| Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton |
| By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens |
| A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips |
| Today there’s over 5 million Bloods worldwide |
| The government still can’t contain us |
| And our fate was sealed forever |
| When 17 year old LA brim Frederick «Lil Country"Garrett |
| Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972 |
| Hey man ain’t that Lil Country over there cuz? |
| If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river |
| Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow |
| Alright cuz |
| What’s happening Fred? |
| Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no |
| Please, oh my God |
| Somebody help me |
| Y’all just gonna fucking stand there? |
| Call the police |
| Somebody help me, please |
| Ok stay with me |