Bangin` lyrics

Artist  : Master P 
Song : Bangin`



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[Featuring Westside Connection]
West syy
eed
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
Its 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
Chorus:
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 itll never die
Because there's
too much love
Chorus
High as a ki-zite
tonite, rollin on my ci-zite
With that Dub-S
to that C-lite
Im 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, Im riddin over low term beef
Chorus
2X
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
Chorus
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