We Bang

[Intro: Yah-Ra] Uh [Chorus: Yah-Ra & Blu] We bang The Crips and Bloods, the clips and guns My bitch and me, we bang The clips and guns, the Crips and Bloods My bitch and me, we bang The Crips and Bloods, the clips and guns My bitch and me, we bang The clips and guns, the Crips and Bloods My bitch and me, we bang [Verse 1: Blu] Uh, we in the game with the scope I thought I told you not to bang no more Got the game on hold, rain on folks New mind state and a fresh change of clothes Leave you dressed head to toe like you stepped out a meeting Two-piece and a tie, whеn you greet me Easygoing, Blu beat flowing Breezy brewing, Eazy E-in' Niggas wit Attitudе, lyrically lounging The West Coast is active, we got it poppin [Chorus: Yah-Ra & Blu] We bang The Crips and Bloods, the clips and guns My bitch and me, we bang The clips and guns, the Crips and Bloods My bitch and me, we bang The Crips and Bloods, the clips and guns My bitch and me, we bang The clips and guns, the Crips and Bloods My bitch and me, we bang [Verse 2: M.E.D.] Bangin, when I came round Glass house, Tennessee brown, Chevy banged out Frequently as Dickies, G-Chucks when feet touch ground No cut with the heat tucked (Uh-huh) I keep a piece for the peace You pieces sweet Easter, hoes down and Gs up Beat bang, feel like the trunk jumpin Get your feet tweaked, custom keep the Jeep subbing My bitch bang, call it love but we thuggin' it through She fussin, always want the brother back in the womb Bed post, earthquake, bang the wall in the room Neighbors mad, bang back like we spreadin the blue Bangin [Chorus: Yah-Ra & Blu] We bang The Crips and Bloods, the clips and guns My bitch and me, we bang The clips and guns, the Crips and Bloods My bitch and me, we bang The Crips and Bloods, the clips and guns My bitch and me, we bang The clips and guns, the Crips and Bloods My bitch and me, we bang [Verse 3: Thurz] Bang to the boogie, the bang, the bang Lil homies put in work, your brain can hang, dang Splatter on the pavement, bullets no name I'm all over your section, story the same Ask my cousin Carl, Harlem 30s his gang Another family member out the picture frame And now my young cousin got the same hood name Same spin cycle, so I chose another lane Where I can get clean and dry and stack change Square biz with my ale sipping bitch be in my new Range [Chorus: Yah-Ra & Blu] We bang The Crips and Bloods, the clips and guns My bitch and me, we bang The clips and guns, the Crips and Bloods My bitch and me, we bang The Crips and Bloods, the clips and guns My bitch and me, we bang The clips and guns, the Crips and Bloods My bitch and me, we bang [Outro: Yah-Ra] Ayo, this Yah-Ra checking in And I hope when you niggas touch down to the land You check in properly, understand?