Cormega - Bang Bang lyrics

[Hook: Beej Gordy Brooks] Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground [?] ain't no safe place to hang man Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man [Verse 1: Masta Ace & Cormega] The bus stopped over there, near Vanderveer A bad block and the whole flock was standing there On the corner, hanging like a chandelier A bunch of lions and we felt like a band of deer With no antlers, bunch of sitting ducks Everyday after school somebody getting stuck And it always cause sort of a fuss Then they ran across the street and they boarded the bus A pack of wolves, pack of tools we hopefully won't have to use But will if needed to, we a distinguished group of schemers All we want is a chain or two, if you got the latest Gucc You already know what we came to do Dude hiding his Ewings, we ain't into taking shoes All lies, you will be alright, just obey the rules Stay down or lay down, just relax And take off the bu*ter leather or I melt you, facts [Hook: Beej Gordy Brooks] Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground [?] ain't no safe place to hang man Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man In these days got to watch your back Cause you never can tell how some people act This world is so cold, seems the love is all gone You wanna let go but you got to hold on Ghetto life plaques, police is on attack No metal where you going, no metal where you at This world is so cold got to keep the steel close Cause you never really know when you let the shots go [Verse 2: Cormega & Masta Ace] Dude with the Cazal's on, take those and the frown off Your face right now pa You wanna look hardcore, I'mma show you the opposite You are soft, like the quiet storm I make it rain with the firearm Will make you Sweat like Keith, pleading inside a song Will Make It Last Forever like Right and a Wrong Way Maybe if you cry to moms, she'll console you and even buy you more All I know is what I got I ain't giving up So they can sell it, get the money and live it up In my right coat pocket got a starter pistol And I'mma pull it on everybody who got an issue But I hope it don't come to that This ain't the Olympics and I ain't into running track But I don't have to play Carl Lewis Cause they decide to Rob Saul cuz Saul j**ish [Hook: Beej Gordy Brooks] In these days got to watch your back Cause you never can tell how some people act This world is so cold, seems the love is all gone You wanna let go but you got to hold on Ghetto life plaques, police is on attack No metal where you going, no metal where you at This world is so cold got to keep the steel close Cause you never really know when you let the shots go Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground [?] ain't no safe place to hang man Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man