Bang! Bang! lyrics

When the gun goes bang, bang, bang

Who's gonna know who's the one? No, nobody knows

When the gun goes bang, bang, bang

Who's gonna know who's the one? No, nobody knows no one

Takin' it back to 94, when niggas was dealin' the finest soul

Crack the hit then fucked it up, and baby gangstas was full of they cluck

Pluck the feathers up off the duck, you stuck like chuck if carried the banter

Pistol player knuckled up, then better to telling the children to scatter

Everyone knows don't fuck with them ho's drinking with keisha from out they yo

Full of that clearly pop a silly when niggas first heard the choppers city

And I was a dancin' b-boy who resorted to slinging them heat boys

And jackin' them cars, mackin' them broads, sadistic shit, then flipped the script

I don't wan' sound like a hypocrite, but momma raised me for greatness

But we broke as fuck and hope is stuck and New Orleans defines the cage hits

The animal house like getting out like takin' food from a animals mouth

Roar roar like the dungeon dragon, takin' it back to the cannibals house

When the gun goes bang, bang, bang

Who's gonna know who's the one? No, no nobody knows

When the gun goes bang, bang, bang

Who's gonna know who's the one? No, no nobody knows no one

I'm from a place you couldn't imagine, beautiful women some Creole with ass

Them niggas are hazards, we bitchin' they crabbin', and changin lanes like benjamin massing

From 10 to 12 they thinkin' it's cool, something awful when they aint in the mood

Don't get 'em bent, fuck that innocence, cause in a sense they film as you

Where they mommas at, where they mommas at? Nobody knows, nobody cares

To claim your hard, come go through the ward, come fuck with them, when nobody dares

Your job, yes, ya ho-jocker, put that pop on you like Redenbacher

The things they say, the slang they use, catching kung fu while they bangin' the tools

When the gun goes bang, bang, bang

Who's gonna know the one? No, nobody knows

When the gun goes bang, bang, bang

Who's gonna know the one? No, nobody knows no one

Even when it's cold outside 'round here

It's a 100 degrees, I keep the heat around here

It's when you least expect it, people creep up from the rear

It's racking my brain cannot contain my fear

'Cause even when it's cold outside 'round here

It's a 100 degrees, I keep the heat around here

It's when you least expect it, people creep up from the rear

It's racking my brain cannot contain my fear

• Artist:The Knux
• Album:Remind Me in 3 Days... (2008)