Looking for a spot launch that mini mat
Come on, feel the breeze
Niggaz wanna test me, I wish you would
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
And be about the drama
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla
(The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper)
Take my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic
You had tights on like you had nylons on
Nigga make way for the big bomber
And when I make that gun clap
I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades
Hit, click, click, click, click, click
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Smell me
So if you claiming than brang it
The game sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon
For sure I've been none to loc for way too long
Either you riding or not, cock it or keep stepping
Did-a anybody kill her? I'm blasting
It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow like me
Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on
Ditching your block when live while you work
With the boom ping, ping
In my ride with the blue feather, in linen
We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
None of them like Danskin
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Do it till I get you, pistol grip whip you
Strolling with the vengeance
A female fely in Burberry
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries
Timber, Hawk, it's the big hawk
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger
Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz that can see me
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose
I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs
Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose
Don't fuck with Terry
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner material
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
This ain't no game nigga, so don't fuck with T
Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider
For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these keys
The Grim Reaper's grim reaper
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Its funny the way I'm hated, always underrated
With Funkadelic reteric for you relics
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Bitch, niggaz roll like pigeons
'Cause it ain't no half repping
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
I'll serve niggaz in the third person don't even try it
Closing caskets chromed
Ready to chalk
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose
Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on
Critical thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Scuffing up Chucks swiftly
And that's a hard hat
Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose
For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub
It's WC and I ain't your mama
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought [unverified]
It's back on and getting cheddar
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so cold
But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated
That make the Dre swing, swing
WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, Lady T
Put my L.A. throat back on
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose
Picking up money from the commissary
About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman
(It's the [unverified] words man)
Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs
