Baby Bee - Bang It Out lyrics

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Baby Bee - Bang It Out lyrics

Papoose Scott Storch, Scott Storch Papoose, Papoose Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg Helicopter in the sky, airplane in the clouds Boats in the ocean, cars travel the ground I watch from the balcony, this is a busy town I kinda like Miami, I might lock it down My girl with me, she cook better than Mr. Chows Told her I order somethin', baby just dial zero for room service She looked up and smiled I was just stuck in the hood Look at me now Opened up my safe and put the chain around my neck Then I locked my watch, bling blaow, pinky ring and bracelet Kinda loud, I got a lotta j**els, 'cause I got a lotta style Before I got here, my homie was on trial Walked in the court, the jurors was like, wow Hollered at Shaq, they was playin' some clowns Went to the game, can't blend in with the crowd Won a couple grand when Shaquille got fouled Bet you he make these an easy then thou The best of both worlds is a kilo and a pound In case I gotta bang I'm totin' the 40 cal You got a system in your truck? Let it bang I could see your bu*t from the front, let it bang You gang bang then it's all the same thing We can bang it on out, we can bang it out I dare y'all to violate, we can bang it out Ice grillin' in my face, we can bang it out Tryna stick me for my papes, we can bang it out We can bang it on out, we can bang it on out What it is? What it was? Who you wit? Is you wit us? 'Cause we love to bang and swing and live it up I get low and roll a tree wit a foe Break bread or fake dead, that's the slogan, li'l homie Why you da boss? See I been chosin', li'l homie And I been doin this the old fashioned way Stickin', movin', on these s**as just like Ca**ius Clay Make it rain? Naw boo, I'm tryna stash my cash away Knockin' down trap doors and turnin' out rap who*es Sellin' out rap tours on your favorite television show Goin' hard on 'em though East coast let loose, my nephew, Papoose, he got the juice So watch the Impala as it swing by and be on the lookout For them boys with them gang signs, that's us and you can trust We gon' bust Big Snoop and Papoose bang, bang in your truck You got a system in your truck? Let it bang I could see your bu*t from the front, let it bang You gang bang then it's all the same thing We can bang it on out, we can bang it out I dare y'all to violate, we can bang it out Ice grillin' in my face, we can bang it out Tryna stick me for my papes, we can bang it out We can bang it on out, we can bang it on out My style similar to hell, hotter than high temperatures World wide finisher, the US, I'm the lyrical president The UK king, wild sinister They love me in Canada, they call me the prime minister Said I'd lose my life on the corner But I'm in Miami on the balcony, overlookin' the water Give my credit card to my daughter Tell her to swipe it like Swiper from Dora The Explorer And I just bought her the ice that don't melt I give her what she want, she spoiled like old milk They'll say the block slow if you ain't really smart chill Cop from another connect, give you the raw deal Flip your money twice then come for some more crills Dudes will flip on you, the game ill Since they like flippin' on me man, I cop that long steel Hit him in his side and make him do a cartwheel You got a system in your truck? Let it bang I could see your bu*t from the front, let it bang You gang bang then it's all the same thing We can bang it on out, we can bang it out I dare y'all to violate, we can bang it out Ice grillin' in my face, we can bang it out Tryna stick me for my papes, we can bang it out We can bang it on out, we can bang it on out You got a system in your truck? Let it bang I could see your bu*t from the front, let it bang You gang bang then it's all the same thing We can bang it on out, we can bang it out I dare y'all to violate, we can bang it out Ice grillin' in my face, we can bang it out Tryna stick me for my papes, we can bang it out We can bang it on out, we can bang it on out

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