stop my heart from beating beating Bang bang bang bang (Bang bang bang bang) I would like to be like Peter, Peter Pan, Pan, Pan, Pan (Bang bang bang bang
Traduction: Squeeze. Bang Bang.
Wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue But remember the thangs, ain't too far And y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang Like John
Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh. [Verse 1: Fabolous] If you ain't up on things Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
[feat. YG Hootie, Bo Deal & Joe Moses] I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin', Flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'? G Check [x8] I ran
, without finding some of that dope On the hottest block of my town, hollin' fuck the po-po On 4-4's I'm still swanging, banging up out the lot Heated
[Phenom] Mo'fucker when we bang bang, squeezing pistols that make em bang Haters smoking that swisha swisha sweet boy, switching damn lanes Pulling guns
start don't plan on changin a thing but a lame swangin while bangin game Hoover click gang what I claim I keep it G for my niggaz that's bangin in flames stingin and changin this game bangin
Passion unlike them other bustas pistol blastin' I'm asking, What Happened? To the niggas who kept it real like they claim to that's when I bang
m talkin' in codes; pardon me, what I mean? When you see him it's a go. - Go 'head nigga, go! Catch him in the hood, squeeze hit him through the door!
the safety don't work Squeeze the eagle, it chirp. End up faced down in the dirt More than hurt, Bring the beef where you hang out, Bang out, Shots ring
the beginnin' Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fittin' to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it poppin' Once I squeeze
homie I ain't sayin' a word I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang
I took the cream and Move to new places, new faces Fuck the screw faces, shit Cause when I flip I make the paper Dangerous, G-Unit, niggas can't bang
you I let it bang Got a big reputation, there's something wrong with my brain Nigga front, I'm a squeeze it, go 'head stunt, I'm squeeze it [Chorus
they tell you I let it bang Got a big reputation, there's something wrong with my brain Nigga front, I'mma squeeze it, go 'head stunt, I'm squeeze it [
he won't know that you in it We can cruise the city and get the car, we's in it Drink a hen open up and let your boy squeeze in it A G for real I never
(ehehehe) Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, haha!) Bang every
