The Game - Bang Along Lyrics

[Chorus 2X]
(Bang along)
One for the Impalas. Two for the gold D's
Three for the switches, middle finger for the police
Nigga Witta Attitude I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the Westside

Verse 1:
Yo I used to dribble the rock down the block
In '94, shoot the courts out
When killer Wayne brought that Porsche out
I had the illest jump shot
So he bet all his money on me
12 years old wit all the honeys on me
Patrick Ewings on, I kept the fresh kicks
Take a nigga out his Jordans if the motherfuckers fit
They fit. So I'm back up the block
Fucking with he homies tryna teach em how to slap box
In front of the crack spot
Fiends fighting over crack rock
Dimes the size of golf balls, yeah them shits was that hot
Had them black locs on like MC Ren
And D-bo came through in the hood in that coke white Benz
Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims
Before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims
There was a lil nigga in Compton 5 foot 10
He was dope as a motherfucker
I wanted to be like him

[Chorus 2X]
(Bang along)
One for the Impalas. Two for the gold D's
Three for the switches, middle finger for the police
Nigga Witta Attitude I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the Westside

Verse 2:
Fuck it I ain't gon' lie homie
I used to do the Hammer dance
Make it worse, I was had steel toes and with Hammer pants
Fucked up right?
That's when my pops had to wait
He had to blow while I was blowing in Nintendo tapes
Got my ass whooped for taking the duck-hunt gun outside
In my window watching all the kids have fun outside
Ice cream truck making noise, I wanna run outside
But I'ma get my ass whooped again if I run outside
Swear I was on punishment til like my tenth grade year
This new girl moved on the block, light skin with wavy hair
I asked her did she wanna hump me
She was like, "I don't care"
So I took her training bra off, that's when she got scared
She wanted me to be her boyfriend so I was like "yeah"
Tryna think of LL lines in the back of my head
(When I'm alone in my room...)
Can't remember what he said
But I know Uncle Luke, bitch gimme some head
It go...

[Chorus 2X]
(Bang along)
One for the Impalas. Two for the gold D's
Three for the switches, middle finger for the police
Nigga Witta Attitude I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the Westside

Verse 3:
Shit I'm grown now
Pops in jail I'm on my own now
Got my first kilo, and my brick phone now
Two door cutlass sitting on that chrome now
Headed to the county jail, TT's coming home now
Yeah homie shit change
Niggas don't bang like they used to
And I can't dunk like I used to
Niggas don't move fast enough when they hear the (woo oo woo)
And taking fades is played out like FUBU
I got a TV in the dash watching Friday
21 no felon tell them niggas crime pay
Red rag in my pocket doing it my way
Two switches so the cutlass bounce sideways
Four amps 15s beating in the trunk
Tryna jack me for my shit gotta beat me to the pump
Punk! I'm on my gangsta shit
Nigga Witta Attitude on my motherfucking gangsta shit

[Chorus 2X]
(Bang along)
One for the Impalas. Two for the gold D's
Three for the switches, middle finger for the police
Nigga Witta Attitude I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the Westside

[Outro]
Ay Lo I'ma take these niggas back, man
Back to the number 4 Jordans nigga them shits was sway
You remember them motherfuckers?
Yeah the number 4 Jordans, man
When them shits got old we couldn't afford no new ones, man
So we went to motherfucking Payless and got that black shoe polish
Put so much shoe polish on them motherfuckers tryna keep em shiny black,
Them motherfuckers turned leather
Or like when the motherfucking ice cream nigga came through
I remember the nigga name was Hector, man
And he come through in the ice cream truck
Got all the motherfucking stickers on the ice cream truck
Like he just ballin' crazy out the game
This nigga got stickers of motherfucking ice cream sandwiches
Strawberry shortcakes, UFOs
Motherfucking big sticks
Then you ask this nigga do he got any of those motherfuckers
He talking about all he got is nine layers
What the fuck you in an ice cream truck for then Hector?!
Fuck outta here man
Sh... Look at these niggas now, man
All these funny ass clothes and jackets
And all fucking looking...
Just looking fucking crazy, man
I'ma keep it gangsta on these nigga, Lo
Sh... Niggas can't fuck with me man
I'm on that motherfucking
1990 Straight Outta Compton, Express Yourself,
Eazy E Jheri curl dripping,
MC Ren black locs straight out the swap meet,
Dr. Dre black khakis black T-shirt,
Motherfucking gold rope around my neck,
DJ Yella Raider motherfucking hat to the back,
Ice Cube suck my motherfucking dick shit
Bitches



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