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Jang A Lang Lyrics - Free City - St. Lunatics

If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 

Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came 

I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games 

I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang 

 

If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 

Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came 

I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games 

I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang 

 

Make way for the new breed of this millennium 

Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip, why? 

'Cause I'm offendin' 'em rocks, nothin' but Cavada shit 

 

I'm the baddest, the ice from head to toe with that plaid shit 

Mo' potent than I cut cocaine through your vein off the hook 

Take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed 

One name like the highest breed, papi capeche? 

 

One drove home from Italy, is y'all feelin' me? 

Be a mistress to none but all good to some 

Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done 

Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds 

And some fish are coppin' flights for me to Reno 

 

I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel 

You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin' with the real deal 

Hold still, let this lady let loose 

Keep them chips comin' nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece 

 

If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 

Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came 

I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games 

I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang 

 

If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 

Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came 

I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games 

I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang 

 

Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey 

Old school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy" 

Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL with the sleeve off 

 

On my way to drop a few G's off, ease off 

Doin' thirty-five, smokin' fire, makin' a right 

I'm doin' thirty now, riskin' my life 

Both clients on my cell phone, typin' on my two-way 

Rollin a blunt, still drivin', lookin' at movies 

 

Young Dude, be floatin' the city like cab drivers 

Professional but still keep it real like Allen Iver son 

I'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis 

Been on more MTV shows than Butt head and Bea vis 

 

Keep a stash with the gas money 

Fast money, me and Slo Down 

We almost had to buy up the town 

It's like a movie, ooh wee, doobies in at a jacuzzi 

Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me 

 

If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 

Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came 

I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games 

I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang 

 

If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 

Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came 

I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games 

I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang 

 

Ay, you know where my chains comes from, I spits fire 

You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires 

My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em 

Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'em 

 

Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em? 

While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time 

"No more herb", no such line, "oh oh" is my punch line 

I'm hungry like a hobo standin' in lunch lines 

Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and Claud 

 

I know niggas that make they money, they pay they broads 

I'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws 

When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause 

 

(Ay, where yo' Range at?) 

It's outside you wanna clean it? 

(Ay, where yo' name at?) 

It's in The Source, you ain't seen it? 

(Ay, where yo' chains at?) 

You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin'? 

Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it 

 

If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 

Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came 

I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games 

I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang 

 

If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can 

Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came 

I ain't ballin' out here, no, I ain't playin' no games 

I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang 

Are you remember?

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Artist: Crush 40