Bang

Lyrics

[Intro: OJ Da Juiceman] Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf Just around the corner, young nigga got murked Talking all that shit, now his face is on a shirt If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk [Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman] Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf Just around the corner, young nigga got murked Talking all that shit, now his face is on a shirt If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk, nigga [Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman] Time to do a drill, I don't need no pill All a nigga need stolen car and some shells Dancing with the Devil, 'bout to send your ass to hell Glock 27, long extendo for my clip Bandana and a donkey, Cinnabon drum for my stick When that skrrt hit the corner, boy I'm down with the shit When that windows come down, left his pants full of shit Now his momma wanna cry 'cause she raised a li'l bitch Put that nigga on a shirt, may that pussy rest in piss While I'm still getting money out here flipping these bricks Blowing gas in the kitchen while I activate my wrist (Gas) Drinking up the lean, pouring up the Actavis (Aye!) [Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman] Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf Just around the corner, young nigga got murked Talking all that shit, now his face is on a shirt If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk, nigga [Verse 2: Yung Tank] [?] I ain't even gotta cock Boy you better that I'm with the shits (Ask about it) White girl say she love my Glock 'Cause that bitch got a big black dick Nigga talking shit but it's down on the low Talking amongst each other, yeah they thought we ain't know But when we run into 'em, nigga there's no problems Juiceman, Bouldercrest, fuck nigga, not one Shoot up a whole apartment complex and you don't hit shit but a little girl That's like me shooting up a whole park, bitch and don't hit shit but a motherfucking squirrel Try to play Juice out the zip for 500 Talking 'bout you killed some, bitch you ain't killed nothing All [?] set [?] book Fuck nigga, you a dumb ass crook .44 Bulldog in the bitch car, silencer on the strap but the 20 is a loss like Boy, hit you long way like Dirk, hoe Glock 18 go bang like Kirko Just made 6100 off a bag of gas Juice made 30 bands off a half a brick Shit, we really up 30, bitch [Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman] Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf Just around the corner, young nigga got murked Talking all that shit, now his face is on a shirt If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk, nigga