Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty liver
Take my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic
With Funkadelic reteric for you relics
(The buffalo fake the ********** street sweeper)
The Grim Reapers grim reaper
Im a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon
The game sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, Im killing each track I rhyme on
You had tights on like you had nylons on
Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger
Smell me
(Its the [unverified] words man)
Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose
About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman
Ill serve ** ********z in the third person dont even try it
Vaboom, hes back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make em bang, bang, make em all move
Do the damn thing, my **********z bang loose
Vaboom, hes back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make em bang, bang, make em all move
Do the damn thing, my **********z bang loose
Timber, Hawk, its the big hawk
Ready to chalk
With the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger
Hit, click, click, click, click, click
*** *******, dissa, stealer, scrilla
Did-a anybody kill her? Im blasting
None of them like Danskin
Closing caskets chromed
Put my L.A. throat back on
Its back on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather, in linen
Strolling with the vengeance
And when I make that gun clap
** ********, **********z roll like pigeons
So if you claiming than brang it
And be about the drama
Its WC and I aint your mama
Vaboom, hes back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make em bang, bang, make em all move
Do the damn thing, my **** ******z bang loose
********** make way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider
Scuffing up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a spot launch that mini mat
And thats a hard hat
Do it till I get you, pistol grip whip you
**********, your pitiful, picture me back burner material
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought [unverified]
Ditching your block when live while you work
Cause it aint no half repping
Either you riding or not, **** ****** it or keep stepping
Come on, feel the breeze
What, yall aint know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to break **********t down to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub
Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs
It aint no ********** in this industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it aint to many **********z that can see me
For sure Ive been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on
Its funny the way Im hated, always underrated
But yall hoes couldnt come with it if you **********d
**********z wanna test me, I wish you would
Lyrics bang more harder than **********z bang they hood
I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades
Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade
This aint no game **********, so dont ********** with T
Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries
I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs
For pu**********ng off [unverified] trying to take these keys
A female fely in Burberry
Picking up money from the commissary
Dont ** ******** with Terry
Vaboom, hes back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make em bang, bang, make em all move
Do the damn thing, my **********z bang loose
Vaboom, hes back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make em bang, bang, make em all move
Do the damn thing, my **********z bang loose
Vaboom, hes back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make em bang, bang, make em all move
Do the damn thing, my **********z bang loose
Vaboom, hes back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make em bang, bang, make em all move
Do the damn thing, my **********z bang loose
WC, Dr. Stank , Devil, Lady T
Swang on, swang on