WC - Bang Loose lyrics

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 n***a 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 k**ing 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 [unverified] words man) Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman I'll serve n***az 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 n***az 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 n***az bang loose Timber, 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 n***a, dissa, stealer, scrilla Did-a anybody k** her? I'm blasting None of them like Danskin Closing caskets chromed Put my L.A. 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 b**h, n***az 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 n***az bang loose n***a 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 n***a, 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 ain't no half repping Either you riding or not, co*k it or keep stepping Come on, feel the breeze What, y'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 sh** down to quarter pieces For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs It ain't no b**h in this industry that flow like me Matter fact, it ain't to many n***az 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 n***az wanna test me, I wish you would Lyrics bang more harder than n***az 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 n***a, so don't f** with T Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these keys A female fely in Burberry Picking up money from the commissary Don't f** 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 n***az 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 n***az 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 n***az 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 n***az bang loose WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, Lady T Swang on, swang on