Bang Along

Intro One for the impala's Two for the gold D's Three for the switches Middle finger for the police Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side verse 1 I used to dribble the rock down the block, in '94 Shoot the courts out And Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out I had the illest jump shot So he bet all his money on me 12 years old with the hunny's on me Patrick Ewings on I kept fresh kicks, take a nigga out his Jordan's if the motherfuckers fit They fit So I'm back up the block Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them 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 He had them black Locs like MC Ren And Debull came through in a hood with that coke white Benz Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims Before these corny nigga's kept these stickers under they brims It was a little nigga in Compton, 5'10" He was dope as a motherfucker I wanted to be like him Hook: x2 One for the impala's Two for the gold D's Three for the switches Middle finger for the police Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side verse 2 Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie I used to do the hammer dance Make it worse I steel toes on and hammer pants fucked up right? That's when my pops had the weight He had to blow when I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes Got my ass whooped for taken the duck hunting gun outside In my window watching all the kids have fun outside Ice cream truck makin noise, I want to run outside But I'mma get my ass whooped again if I run outside Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair I asked her if she want to hump me, she was like: "I don't care" So I took off her training bra That's when she got scared She wanted me to be her boyfriend So I was like, "Yeah" I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head "When I'm alone in my room" I can't remember what he said But I know Uncle Luke; bitch give me some head It go Hook: x2 One for the impala's Two for the gold D's Three for the switches Middle finger for the police Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side 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 cutless, sittin' on that chrome now Headed to the county jail Two T's commin' home now Yeah hommie shit changed Nigga's don't bang like they used to And I can't dunk like I used to Nigga's don't move fast enough when they hear the SuuWhoop! And takin' fades is played out like Fubu I got a tv in the dash watching Friday 21 no felon, tell 'em nigga's crime pay Red rag in my pocket Doin' it my way Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways 4 amps, 15 beatin the trunk, try to jack me for my shit? Got to beat me to the pump Punk I'm on my gangsta shit Nigga with a attitude On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit Hook: x2 One for the impala's Two for the gold D's Three for the switches Middle finger for the police Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side