Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bangin' (Feat. Master P) , by - Westside Connection. Release date: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Bangin' (Feat. Master P) |
| Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha ice cream man been at I been down south countin my marbles nigga |
| But i got two sides |
| Damn it feels good to be back in the yea area, i mean the westside |
| With these motherfuckin west coast bad boyz |
| Westside connection, ice cube, w.c., and mack 10 |
| Nigga y’all know the westside is bout it bout it It? |
| s the i-n-g-l-e here to trouble you, w double-oh d See me, i take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes |
| Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style |
| I throw my set up, i ret up, nigga i break up No hollow points so i don’t jam tha tec up, dog |
| I put tha cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip i spray |
| Then is anybody here all day, shit i trizit to my clizit |
| Who wanna fuck wit it, since tha world is a ghetto |
| Looks like i’m stuck wit it, killa cali is the state murder |
| Everyday it’s a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate |
| Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue |
| I gets my drop on, i regulate the turf i stomp on Everytime i see some i grabs me gun |
| Red rum red rum and inglewood is where i be from |
| Boom boom bang on i bust back, fuck that |
| Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat |
| I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin |
| Westside niggaz for life, it’s gangbangin |
| Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag |
| 44 mag, throwin up flags |
| If you bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin |
| Ain’t no tamin westside gangbangin |
| What do i got get high for, what would i lie for |
| And what would i die for |
| Westside is the best side you got to know |
| Keep a calico by the bedside, this what i’m all about |
| Now which one of y’all motherfuckers shot up my momma’s house? |
| It ain’t no rules when you ain’t got |
| Nuttin to lose, and a gang of tattoos |
| So throw ya muthaphukkin, set high in the air |
| If you don’t care, to ride a wheelchair |
| Watch what hood you select |
| Many niggaz get checked for the tat on they neck |
| We got the cannabis bombay, g ride hyundai, ya best ta pray we don’t |
| Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma thru a glass window |
| Up in l.a. |
| before it was called south central |
| Makin niggaz like new statistics while bumpin my stylistics, and |
| I’m locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta |
| Now i’m big and strong as herman munster |
| It’s the set i threw up, tha only way ta go It’s the way i grew up, the only way i know, fa sho' |
| It ain’t about crip or blood, and it? |
| ll never die |
| Because there’s too much love |
| High as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-zite |
| With that dub-s to that c-lite |
| I? |
| m ready, but them niggaz on wait |
| Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track |
| Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher |
| Nigga make way for this neighborhood quickster |
| Raised in a system, gang affiliated |
| America, take a look at what you created |
| Started in a section, grew like an erection, spreaded like cancer |
| Now tha country’s infected, gangbangin world wide, beat the death pole |
| I guess the world really is a motherfuckin ghetto |
| But westside niggaz are the craziest, that’s why i’m keepin |
| My fingas on deez, loaded clips, cause we done served two of them men |
| Ain’t no tellin what them niggaz gone get |
| If they done try to retaliate |
| I can’t sleep, cause death is lookin foe me I can’t shake tha jacket, too many niggaz know me, shazzam! |
| I guess i’m in too deep, fuck cullas, i? |
| m riddin over low term beef |
| Gang bangin, huh, cube nigga wassup, w.c., mack 10, master p Gang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we bout it bout it Told y’all niggaz the westside the best side |
| We gots sumpin foe all you hatas nigga regulate |
| Bringin the whole motherfuckin west side, red blue together |
| Makin green nigga, makin green |
| Nigga it’s all right ta be a g, westside connection |
| Live for red and blue, my nigga masta p But ain’t no more god for us nigga |
| But we can live for that green |
| The legal way baby, the legal way |
| This song is dedicated, to everybody who fallen victim to gangbangin |
| World wide westside, real niggaz of tha world unite |