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Boo-Yaa TRIBE - Bang On (Dirty Music Video) ft. Mack 10

Niggas wanna fuck with me That's why I gots to bang on you Hater's wanna fuck with the g's That's why we gots bang on you Niggas wanna fuck with me That's why I gots to bang on you Hater's wanna fuck with the g's That's why I gots bang on you I say fuck them all when I bang them on some From Inglewood to my city of Carson Through every hood you should be bangin more often Is your life more then what it is costin Chicken hawker shit talken dogg barker Ghost the scene the snatch of the nath watcher The cock it down blood walker collar blocker Never throw it up I through down with the wreath rock SOO WOO set ride on the left put my flag on my Shoulder so it lays on my chest The dime piece put the "I" in finess but you can bless That chrome while I bless my fit It's on tell these 5th niggas its on p-funk I funk or no funk at all Ganxta Ridd Mack 10 with the flamedarin Piru 3 street yall ain't ready for this You might also like Where do we go now? Gracie Abrams Silent Night Christmas Songs Die Hard Kendrick Lamar, Blxst & Amanda Reifer [Hook] [Mack 10] Uh HUH Eyes forward Huh Look Yall don't understand I bang on ho niggas Slang blowin in a drive jack foe moe figgaz Walked in the party more flamed then a arson Cuz the QSI caught a link with the Carson I'm Gangsta, you ain't tried it don't knock it Sag when I feel flag in my right pocket The West been G'z it ain't a new style And the Boo Yaa more Samoans then a luau I fucks with 'em cuz we from the same side And who ever got hit with the K flame died Always been a rida always stood up Damu niggas and bitches throw yo hood up (SOO WOO) Get it how you live if you tamper with the sack I go to war over crack like Bush and Iraq (ha ha) It's mack 10 nigga hoo bangin affiliate Stay gangsta all the time and fuck who ain't feelin it I stay flamed up ritual keep the dickies original Authorized to smash through a gang funeral With the G.A.W.T.T.I. belt buckle the west chuckle My bumpy knuckles can't stop my hustle They puzzle how the hen get guzzled They tumble tryin to fade through the muscle They in trouble when the mind go humble The debris from the rubble got the whole ben doubled Where they at, there they go gangsta shit Where you from here we go gangsta hit The rap scholar scrap brawler burgandy maroon Neva visualize unless it go boom G.A.W.T.T.I. get teflan boss of all dons Always outnumbered but never outdone Niggas don't want to march unless we a million Let me p-funk it Westside and make don @Boo-Yaa TRIBE