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Bang Bang (Instrumental)-Dr. Dre
(Chorus)
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!
(Verse one: Dr. Dre)
Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed
Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed
I'm just a lot smarter now
cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now
Niggaz ringin they a**up in the wrong part of town
Better turn they car around
Rollin the window down (Eminem: Hey can we talk it out?)
(Hitt: NAH GET THE F**K OUT!)
Johnny got a shotgun
and he ain't even strong enough to cock one
F**k tryin to job hunt
Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier
than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days
Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin
Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint
I think the attitudes are twice as worst
It takes half the time to get your life reversed
Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo
Make a ni**a wanna stay in family mode
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
(Chorus)
(Second verse: Knoc-turn'al)
Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light
put you in the site of youngsters with automatics
Bustin on sh*t to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates
These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block
Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop
On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin
You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner's
Makin death not so foreign to ya
Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough,
ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese
I've learned to stay away from house parties
I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin
Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on
Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn
(Chorus)
(Third verse: Hittman)
Now tell me -what the f**k is this man?
Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan
Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill
without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill
blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs
fillin the sky, usually drillin the one
that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field
I got my, life preserver
And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to
question me -bout the colors that I got on?
Now see that red dot on your knot
'Bout to get your whole crew shot on
A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong ni**a to plot on
Took him out on the spot before he even got on
my hitlist --peep this
I cock back, you bow down
Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!BANG BANG!!