Wanna Bang

[Chorus 2X: Tone Bone] I don't think they really wanna bang (wanna bang) They don't even wanna see the gang (see the gang) I don't really think you feel me, man How the Northstar click came through to run things [Christbearer] Yeah, they don't really wanna bang Red rag, blue rag, sag, on my California gang Ya'll niggas see the game, but this aim The devil ain't playing, this is California gang Northstar came, West Wu-Tang And scripts like Mark Twain, the Sonny Cane'll reign They don't even wanna see, the Christbearer G And jubilee it, in the 6-4 weeded [Shoshot] I'm bout fine weed, bomb beats and bad bitches See on my streets, we bang and hit switches Riding high speed, car pool on twenty inches Don't try me, and start fucking with my riches See we all business, hard lyrics, we hard niggas Pulling large triggers, have you swimming with the fishes In these hard street, we deep, and so vicious In a heart beat, we'll cancel you niggas Christmas Ship us, West Coast, hard hitters We rippers, oh, how I love my niggas This a Kodak moment, and you niggas don't get the picture Ya'll niggas so wack, we got bitches to get with ya I'm the Shoshot, or shorty big pot Little bitty nigga coming with the crip hop [Chorus 2X] [Christbearer] Yeah, the Northstar click But you can call us Killa Beez, a murderous masogenist Young nigga wanna bang with me And see the street life ain't what it claim to be Young hoes, tell 'em who you came to see Nickname CB from the NLB [Meko the Pharaoh] Northstar came through running things Niggas love to bang, rolling in the cutty, mayne Fresh off for death, doing 180's and shit Pistol grip, though I'm crazy with it Yeah, ya'll niggas don't know, you better find out So you better hurry up, before the time's out This is how we do it when we let these rhymes out Northstar's what the world needs to know about So everybody just bang, bang, bang And let the NS do they thang, thang, thang Cuz we the coldest in the game, game, game Ya'll niggas better use your aim, nigga Cuz we don't give a fuck, we'll blow it up Niggas run it up, if you living real rough The life I live, always been tough My niggas in the hood, throw it up [Chorus] [Midnight] Gangsta shit, weed in my grip Really, that's what I'm with, only get fly bitches Moving in my whip, chronic, in the swish Niggas I fuck with, really don't give a shit Bitches with big tits, love, gangsta dick Gone, off the crypt, hoes, on the strip Clocking on my grip, dollars, that's what I need Water mixed with the weed, Cartel'll love me Nigga, I stay keyed, gone off the Hennessey You see, you see... [Chorus 2X] [Christbearer] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ya'll don't really wanna bang with Doctor Strange Yeah, yeah, the young Art Cane, the nine I dame Yeah, yeah, the black Jack Lo Lane, back again, what [Chorus 2X]