Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bang , by - Wiley. Song from the album Race Against Time, in the genre ДабстепRelease date: 07.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMI
Song language: English
Bang |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |
| Self-employed wealthy boy |
| Dealt with pain, dealt with joy |
| Me and Wiley are cool now |
| But I’m the same nigga who tried help destroy him |
| Tell Lorraine, tell McCoy |
| I failed again, felt annoyed |
| Now I’ve got paper round |
| Me, Daily Star cause I sell the voice |
| Oi, it’s the paper boy, I’m in effect |
| Don’t like me? |
| I’ve always been a threat |
| My only competition is the man in the mirror |
| My niggas or my silhouette |
| They know I’m a flamethrower |
| Make man lay low and lay lower |
| Anybody says that they can’t get hold of me |
| Tell them niggas I’ll be on the same blower |
| Who am I? |
| The baddest MC that grime ever produced |
| The resident Eskimo goer |
| Culture vultures, they owe us |
| Oh, now they know us? |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |
| (Bang) I’m hot, so what? |
| (Bang) I’m out spitting for free, no gwop |
| (Bang) And my path is clear, no stops |
| Got yards in the sticks, no shops, no cops |
| (Bang) Keep my mind on the cash |
| I see if I can turn a stack |
| I know you love practicing but |
| Me and my niggas were born burning tracks |
| Like yo, they know I’m that post-quitter |
| Mind that gyal dere, she’s a gold digger |
| Chatting 'bout with her |
| Push me far, turn me to a cold figure |
| Respect, you do it, but man have done it |
| Anybody from the elite, you know we run it |
| Here’s what it feels like to win |
| Get rewarded, I’ll do a hundred miles and running |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |
| GH, and I’ve been doing this |
| Since I had an Ericsson 338 |
| And I have pushed more wigs back |
| Than a label has done to an album release date |
| If I send for an MC |
| Then man better reply tonight, not a week late |
| If a man can’t move on from the war |
| Right after it, bro, that’s a weak trait |
| I’m not a lager lout |
| But I’m still throwing bars about |
| Midday, looking for a haircut |
| Shop’s packed, gotta go to the barber’s house |
| I’m doing business everyday here |
| That’s why I can’t mess or laugh about |
| When it comes to the grime in 2016, rudeboy |
| I’m the hardest out |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |
| Bang, same city, new blocks |
| Bang, boombox on the rooftop |
| Bang, who’s hot? |
| Who’s not? |
| Bang, new job, who’s boss? |