Bang Along Lyrics

One for the impala's, two for the gold d's, 3 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 westside. x2 (chorus)

I used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when

Killer wayne bought that porsche out,

I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with

All the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga

Out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so I'm back up the block

Fucking with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the

Crack spot fiend's fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls

Yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came

Through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,

Before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil

Nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu fucker I wanted to be like

Him.

(Chorus)

Fuck it I aint gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse

I had steal toes on and 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

Whopped 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

Imma get my ass whopped 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

Wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like "I don'tThe Game - Bang Along - http://motolyrics.com/the-game/bang-along-lyrics.html

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 trying to think of LL lines in the

Back of my head, "when I'm alone in the room" can't remember what he said but

I know Uncle Luke "bitch give me some head" here go...

(Chorus)

Shit I'm grown now, pops in jail I'm on my own now, got my first kilo and my

Brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that

County jail, 2 tees (?) coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, 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 that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like

Fubu, I got a TV in the dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas

Crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass

Bounce sideways, four amps 15's beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit

Gotta beat me to the pump, punk, I'm on my gangsta shit, nigga with an

Attitude hold my mutha fucking gangsta shit.

(Chorus)

(The Game talking)

Hey lo, I'm gonna take these niggas back man, back to the number 4 jordans

Niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4

Jordans man, when them shits got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we

Went to mutha fucking payless and got that black shoe polish, we put so much

Shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned

Leather...