I Kame ta Bang Bring It On by Bloods Lyrics
Intro: B-Brazy:
Background "Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches
Woop woop! Geah... Bang this shit nigga, yeah, bang this shit, nigga
Verse 1: B-Brazy:
I shoot the clear red dice with the white dots on 'em, and I'm, on 'em and buckin' em and don't nobody wantin' 'em. See don't mean I'mma jump on 'em, knock 'em out, dump on 'em, ha, and stomp on 'em with the gangsta boots. Y'all niggas think y'all cute but y'all broke like me, and no mothafucka out there to be my G. And y'all ain't puttin' no work since '83, now fifty sack, any gat, nigga on me. I be'z, the braziest, nigga out the pack, that put y'all niggas out on a rack and buy a sack, I can't relax, nigga you wrinkle too much shit, the homies die, I C-K ride and all that shit. And fuck a bitch, that he-say, she-say shit, I'm gon' be rich for curb servin' too, I rather do licks, and spit this gangsta shit to every bitch I meet, and hit the corner draggin' the bumper and scrapin' the street
Still the Allstars (inaudible: smolden), khakis (inaudible: Turkish), Oakland (inaudible: slick) shirt with two buttons, now ain't that somethin'
Ain't no stoppin' me nigga, I still gon' hang with them Lanes, KP and Laniak, D.L., goin' out with a bang, nigga. For the Lanes...
Verse 2: Spyder:
I can make your heart beat then make it stop, to the streets, everybody shake the fuckin' spot
I know you hot, but you keep woopin' and smashin', strappin' and blastin', always ready for action
Assassins, murderers, killas, real Dawgs, ready to feel y'all, willin' to kill y'all, bow down, fall, hold up, nigga pause... (Spyder blazing) Westside Crenshaw Mafia
Gangsterism comin', killin', bringin' flame me, the same young mothafuckin' G, SP, don't test me. Fool I'll leave you alone, while I woop on the streets, 'til I get (inaudible: dawn), it's on
And crackin', like some accidents in yo' town, can't you go to (inaudible: hoe), four rounds, you's a hoe now, oh. Take it how you want it bitch, this is Westside, 'til I dizz-ie, I'm hig-zzhie, so wizz-ie should not, fuck it up, like this, comin' sick, like a G, Westside B, I'm comin' G'd, off the weed, mothafuckin' stress, and I put it to the test, and I don't give a fuck, to the motherfuckin' heart, the chest, I'm a Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta nigga, and I bank ya nigga, I won't thank ya nigga. When I gank you for all the shit you own this, 10-4 Mafioso, and nigga, I'm full-grown Dawg, Crenshaw Mafia fool and I'm comin' up, with the gangsta shit tryna come up, on some fuckin' cheese and cabbage, I'm a savage for my cream, the Crenshaw Mafia gang's on the scene, lookin' mean mug, Crenshaw Mafia Blood, I don't give a fuck, nigga, and I bust nigga, and I don't trust a, mothafuckin' ruddy-rag bitch, I'm a sick, mothafuckin' terrorist, when it comes to this, nigga
Background "Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches
Verse 3: Lil' Hawk:
Now I woke up late, at about noon, realize I had to be in the Bottom real soon. Nigga I jumped up out my bed, nigga my khakis was already creased, woop woop, I got (inaudible: schooled), by my nigga SP
(Background SP vocals: Woop woop!) Gangsta gangsta, that's what the fuck, I be yellin', everytime I be (inaudible: bellin'), nigga ain't no mothafuckin' tellin'. When I startin' to woop woop, niggas woop woop wit' my niggas, we don't be givin' a mad fuck, 'cause we them number one Crab killas that be puttin' down, worldwide, nationwide too, and, I don't be givin' a fuck 'cause I'm that little Damu. Background SP vocals: Woop woop. That be representin' my turf, givin' it all to the good, 'cause these niggas know whassup, nigga OG, Inglewood
Nigga, the city of the Bloods, 'cause we be dumpin', havin' 'em comin' and breakin' 'em off, these niggas ain't talkin' about nothin'. (Background SP vocals) 'Cause they be bitches to me, straight snitches to me, and y'all be knowin' about them niggas on C-K Bentury, (Background SP vocals) 'cause we be knowin' for fuckin' niggas up all the time, niggas I bail down the line with my mothafuckin' nine. Nigga you don't wanna be me, 'cause nigga I put it down, from the streets in TV, man you don't wanna be me
Lil' Y.G.B. that be, gangsterism, bitches all over my nuts straight showin' me favoritism, but I don't be givin' a mad fuck about no mothafuckin' rag, bitch I'm here to get my Gs, get the fuck up off of these. Now please, do you understand, nigga tryna come with that shit, but they can never be the man, my plan is the bombest, and I'm the realest, nigga from the mothafuckin' Inglewood, the Bottomsville style, ohh shit, I keep it poppin', ain't no mothafuckin' stoppin', up and down the block
Kid, now I'm keepin' it crackin' like some mothafuckin' yay, spell my name L-I-L H-A-W ends the K, with a bang, nigga!
Outro:
"Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches
Background vocals: Woop
Background "Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches
Woop woop! Geah... Bang this shit nigga, yeah, bang this shit, nigga
Verse 1: B-Brazy:
I shoot the clear red dice with the white dots on 'em, and I'm, on 'em and buckin' em and don't nobody wantin' 'em. See don't mean I'mma jump on 'em, knock 'em out, dump on 'em, ha, and stomp on 'em with the gangsta boots. Y'all niggas think y'all cute but y'all broke like me, and no mothafucka out there to be my G. And y'all ain't puttin' no work since '83, now fifty sack, any gat, nigga on me. I be'z, the braziest, nigga out the pack, that put y'all niggas out on a rack and buy a sack, I can't relax, nigga you wrinkle too much shit, the homies die, I C-K ride and all that shit. And fuck a bitch, that he-say, she-say shit, I'm gon' be rich for curb servin' too, I rather do licks, and spit this gangsta shit to every bitch I meet, and hit the corner draggin' the bumper and scrapin' the street
Still the Allstars (inaudible: smolden), khakis (inaudible: Turkish), Oakland (inaudible: slick) shirt with two buttons, now ain't that somethin'
Ain't no stoppin' me nigga, I still gon' hang with them Lanes, KP and Laniak, D.L., goin' out with a bang, nigga. For the Lanes...
Verse 2: Spyder:
I can make your heart beat then make it stop, to the streets, everybody shake the fuckin' spot
I know you hot, but you keep woopin' and smashin', strappin' and blastin', always ready for action
Assassins, murderers, killas, real Dawgs, ready to feel y'all, willin' to kill y'all, bow down, fall, hold up, nigga pause... (Spyder blazing) Westside Crenshaw Mafia
Gangsterism comin', killin', bringin' flame me, the same young mothafuckin' G, SP, don't test me. Fool I'll leave you alone, while I woop on the streets, 'til I get (inaudible: dawn), it's on
And crackin', like some accidents in yo' town, can't you go to (inaudible: hoe), four rounds, you's a hoe now, oh. Take it how you want it bitch, this is Westside, 'til I dizz-ie, I'm hig-zzhie, so wizz-ie should not, fuck it up, like this, comin' sick, like a G, Westside B, I'm comin' G'd, off the weed, mothafuckin' stress, and I put it to the test, and I don't give a fuck, to the motherfuckin' heart, the chest, I'm a Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta nigga, and I bank ya nigga, I won't thank ya nigga. When I gank you for all the shit you own this, 10-4 Mafioso, and nigga, I'm full-grown Dawg, Crenshaw Mafia fool and I'm comin' up, with the gangsta shit tryna come up, on some fuckin' cheese and cabbage, I'm a savage for my cream, the Crenshaw Mafia gang's on the scene, lookin' mean mug, Crenshaw Mafia Blood, I don't give a fuck, nigga, and I bust nigga, and I don't trust a, mothafuckin' ruddy-rag bitch, I'm a sick, mothafuckin' terrorist, when it comes to this, nigga
Background "Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches
Verse 3: Lil' Hawk:
Now I woke up late, at about noon, realize I had to be in the Bottom real soon. Nigga I jumped up out my bed, nigga my khakis was already creased, woop woop, I got (inaudible: schooled), by my nigga SP
(Background SP vocals: Woop woop!) Gangsta gangsta, that's what the fuck, I be yellin', everytime I be (inaudible: bellin'), nigga ain't no mothafuckin' tellin'. When I startin' to woop woop, niggas woop woop wit' my niggas, we don't be givin' a mad fuck, 'cause we them number one Crab killas that be puttin' down, worldwide, nationwide too, and, I don't be givin' a fuck 'cause I'm that little Damu. Background SP vocals: Woop woop. That be representin' my turf, givin' it all to the good, 'cause these niggas know whassup, nigga OG, Inglewood
Nigga, the city of the Bloods, 'cause we be dumpin', havin' 'em comin' and breakin' 'em off, these niggas ain't talkin' about nothin'. (Background SP vocals) 'Cause they be bitches to me, straight snitches to me, and y'all be knowin' about them niggas on C-K Bentury, (Background SP vocals) 'cause we be knowin' for fuckin' niggas up all the time, niggas I bail down the line with my mothafuckin' nine. Nigga you don't wanna be me, 'cause nigga I put it down, from the streets in TV, man you don't wanna be me
Lil' Y.G.B. that be, gangsterism, bitches all over my nuts straight showin' me favoritism, but I don't be givin' a mad fuck about no mothafuckin' rag, bitch I'm here to get my Gs, get the fuck up off of these. Now please, do you understand, nigga tryna come with that shit, but they can never be the man, my plan is the bombest, and I'm the realest, nigga from the mothafuckin' Inglewood, the Bottomsville style, ohh shit, I keep it poppin', ain't no mothafuckin' stoppin', up and down the block
Kid, now I'm keepin' it crackin' like some mothafuckin' yay, spell my name L-I-L H-A-W ends the K, with a bang, nigga!
Outro:
"Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches
Background vocals: Woop