Gangbang Swang - Ric Nutt, Ise B, Ric Nutt & Ise B

Yeah

Yea yea,

Gold datins

Low pros

I’m talkin' 16 switches on the low low

Oh, there I go

Yeah I’m a G

How many licks do it take to hit the back buckle only three

Pablo, Esko go on my metro

Got the complexion now my connection’s Petro

And if he ever out I hear wed-o

Cause he got the wet-o and the heavy metal

Chitty bang bang where they gangbang

When they slang caine

Where the tray swang

In the k-flang

That’s why I’m runnin shit

One in the tip

Gun in the hip

Any one of these niggas trip

I go harder than a pain

Do em like Shaq do guards in a pain

When that Thompson go off, they know it’s beef

When their arms blow off to the middle of the street

You see the fresh tats

You see the big chain

Get in the game stop watchin from the side man

We in the fast lane

Never slowin down

We got ahead trump, so you never gainin ground

You can talk your shit

You can blog your shit

But stay out the booth, let the real mothafuckas spit

And I’ma say this one more time

Next talkin that I do is through the barrel of my nine

Bumpin draggin

Levi’s saggin

Calico’s spit flames like a fire-breathin dragon

Get off the wagon

Fuck all the naggin

I’m from southeast San Diego where my niggas flame flaggin

Cowards talk slick

With nouns and verbs

Yeah they never bust a uie and bang they datas on the curb

Smoke a little pot

Drink a lot of patron

And I’m comfortable in any city’s gangsta zone

My rep is full blown you 36 in a BG

I’m a boy in the hood like my name was EZ

Got plugs on drugs or whatever you like

Got green, got pills, got soft, got white

And I can make a deal seem so appealin,

Get you high enough make you wanna dance on the ceilin

But if you snitch on me, nigga you know it’s beef,

When your arms and legs blowed off in the middle of the street

The other day

The homie took mine from the waist

Up in the wrong place standin with a wife beater and a .38

With a perm lookin like Samuel L. and Jackie Brown

Wavin a pistol around

«Everybody get the fuck down!»

But don’t be speakin about this G shit if you ain’t with it nigga

Walkin the street without packin your heat homie you needs to quit it nigga

Shit I was a little nigga watchin big homies pull the triggas with tha

And to get sick on these mothafuckas off the rooftop I watched and hit ya

Everybody’s off that gangbang swang

Then hit the corner nigga gotta fill up on the marijuana nigga

Two in doin too many those muchos on the streets takin that wakin that’s

happenin D

Then blame it on the rapper with the guts and crack in the back of the seats

Yeah right never ran from a fight

Hit niggas with the left and right

Niggas pull guns on the ones they want to get slumped with the nighty-night

Now Compton go off, then they know it’s beef

When they arms blow off to the middle of the street yeah