lights from the spark, boom-boom in the parks Vocals in fumes from my darts, lead the roofs on the part Fuck up your happy home, daddy's back with a
god damnit Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet They never fake it just slam it Out in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet Crash boom bang I used to hang at
Kaze in this motherfuck Down we prophet click Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas Mossberg slug to your grill You can feel this Trigger happy
you, return to sender Please surrender Bang, a boom-a-boomerang Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love A boom-a-boomerang
black Maserati, what up Raheem? (Whatup?! Whatup?! Whatup?!) He never fought unless necessary You shot at? He shot back The whole block felt the bang
hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane
out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane is what
Maserati, what up Raheem? (Whatup?! Whatup?! Whatup?!) He never fought unless necessary You shot at? He shot back The whole block felt the bang Last
I'ma pose a toast to all my reel niggas from H-town to Maine, Californ-i-a I got them boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang I'ma take this city
'ma pose a toast to all my reel niggas from H-town to Maine, Californ-i-a I got them boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang I'ma take this city Al
my shit, blew his shit the fucked off Mr. gang bang motherfucker boogie bitch Slob nigga don't slip cause I'ma cock the set trip Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy
on the street but they don't play taps or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots I bang bang bang to the air
you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy