The Game

The Game - Bang Along

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[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<br />

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