[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?
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