Jang A Lang lyrics

Artist  : St. Lunatics 
Song : Jang A Lang



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 "Jang A Lang"
(feat. Trina)

[(Chorus - Nelly) 2x]
If you like big thangs, put your hands high as
you can
Get your sh*t man, make no difference from where
you came, uh
I ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't playin no
games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a
lang

[Trina]
Make way for the new breed bit*h of this
millennium
Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? 'Cause
I'm offendin 'em
Rocks nothin but Cavada shit, I'm the baddest
The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit
Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your vein
Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't
be tamed
One name like the highest breed, papi capéche?
One drove home from Italy, is y'all feelin me?
Be a mistress to none, but all good to some
Let me break you off a little, show you how it's
done
Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your
funds
And some fish are coppin flights for me to Reno
I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now you're f**kin with
the real deal
Hold still, let this lady let loose
Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch
a nuece

[Chorus]

[Murphy Lee]
Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie
Smith jersey
Old school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy"
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL, with the
sleeve off
On my way to drop a few G's off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a
right
I'm doin thirty now, riskin my life
Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my
two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies
Young Dude be floatin the city like cab drivers
Professional but still keep it real like Allen
Iverson
I'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis
Been on more MTV shows than Butthead and Beavis
Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me
and Slo Down, huh
We almost had to buy up the town
It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi
Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me

[Chorus]

[Keyjuan]
Ay, you know where my chains comes from, I spits
fire
You know what them girls look at dirty, my big
tires
My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em
Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'em
Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get
'em?
While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch
time
"No more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my punch
line
I'm hungry like a hobo standin in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and Claud
I know niggas that make they money then pay they
broads
I'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws
When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like
pause
(Ay, where yo' Range at?)
It's outside you wanna clean it?
(Ay, where yo' name at?)
It's in The Source, you ain't seen it?
(Ay, where yo' chains at?)
You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin?
Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it

[Chorus]

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