Bang Loose Lyrics - W.c.

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 nigga street sweeper) 

The Grim reaper's grim reaper 

I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon 

The game sprays out of my mouth, like a can of Krylon 

Riverside to Saigon, I'm 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 

(It's the ? words man) 

Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose 

About to set the fly one 

Down with the ghetto Hiesman 

I'll serve niggaz in the third person 

Don't even try it 

Vaboom, he's 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 niggaz bang loose 

Vaboom, he's 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 niggaz bang loose 

Timmmber 

Hawk it's 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 

Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla 

Did-a-any-body kill her? 

I'm blasting 

None of them like Danskin 

Closing caskets 

Chromed 

Put my LA throat back on 

It's 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 

bitch niggaz roll like pigeons 

So if you claiming than brang it 

And be about the drama 

It's WC and I ain't your mama 

Vaboom, he's 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 niggaz bang loose 

Nigga 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 that's a hard hat 

Do it till I get you 

Pistol grip whip you 

Nigga your pitiful 

Picture me back burner material 

Never 

Scraped off Serial numbers and brought (??) 

Ditching your block when live while you work 

Cause it ain't no half repping 

Either you riding or not 

Cock it or keep stepping 

Come on 

Feel the breeze 

What, why'all ain't know? 

I got a squad so cold 

We freeze all area codes 

They need this - real Gs 

Critical thesis 

bound to break shit down to quarter pieces 

For real 

DeVil the boss under the Dub 

Swanging 

Giving orders to chickens and thugs 

It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow like me 

Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz that can see me 

For sure, I've been none to loc for way too long 

Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on 

Its funny the way I'm hated 

Always underrated 

But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated 

Niggaz want to test me - I wish you would 

Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood 

I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades 

Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade 

This ain't no game nigga 

So, don't fuck with T 

Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries 

I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs 

For pushing off(??) trying to take these keys 

A female fely in Burberry 

Picking up money from the commissary 

Don't fuck with Terry 

Vaboom, he's 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 niggaz bang loose 

Vaboom, he's 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 niggaz bang loose 

Vaboom, he's 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 niggaz bang loose 

Vaboom, he's 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 niggaz bang loose 

WC...Dr. Stank....DeVil...Lady T 

Swang on 

Swang on