Bang Bang

[Hook] x2 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!!) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Everyday it's the same thing, L.A. ain't changed Niggas still playa hating, but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now Cause these niggas is banging ten times harder now Niggas bringing they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn their car around Rolling the window down (Hey can we talk it out?) (Nah, get the fuck out!) Johnny got a shotgun And he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck trying to job hunt Niggas got AK's Niggas is way crazier than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days Niggas spray strays and shoot without looking Niggas walk by and blast, without leaving a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worst It takes half the time to get your life reversed Always trying to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode [Hook] [Verse 2: Knoc-turn'al] Late nights is full of lead 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 never re-light With you in the site of youngsters with automatics Busting on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block And though the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner, Cali niggas are dumping You'll be shaking your soul loose from the box at the coroner's Making death not so foreign to ya Niggas got Rugers and M14'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 leaving Ain't no warm welcomings My eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn [Hook] [Verse 3: Hittman] Now tell me, what the fuck is this man? Niggas doing brothers in worse than the Klan Can't even stand in front of your building and chill without yielding Twelve year old children that kill, blood spilling Thugs be illing, unnecessary slugs filling the sky Usually drilling the one that wasn't willing to die Yes sir, in the Killing Field I got my Life preserver, and I'll do my time for murder These niggas got the nerve to Question me 'bout the colors that I got on? I see that red dot on your knot 'Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong man to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on My hit list, peep this I cock back, you bow down, bust round, bloody the ground Retaliation sounds like this [Hook] (x2)