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American Bang

down to Piccadilly Square To raise a little hell And now we're on the run And you know we're having so much fun Being American werewolves in London

I fell in love with a southern girl I gave her wings but she don't wanna fly no more Slow it down... Slow it down... She wants a ring And she's slamming

move or adjust your television whenever an era dies, another era begins these american fights, these american wars, these american stripes, these american stars but these american cages have american

d be better if I just hit ya block wit that baretta and hop out and let her rip Let her bang let her bust etcetera etcetera You niggaz is scared of the southern part of America

Flesh gone come home, Bone gone stay Bone When the 5th Dawg gets loose it gone be on [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzy] It's the original bang bang and I don'

's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother,

spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn baby girl

hits stay superflous Man, I extend credit to a vagabond Run yo' city, and we not talkin marathons Bang like chitty chitty here to disturb you New CD, watch it spread like bird flu America

(I'm King News and I come to you with the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters