Bang Loose

[Dr. Stank] Off that ignorant, belligerent Gorilla people like mugilla From the chickens liver stanky rivers like kitty liver Take my finger out your putang you smelly funkadelic With funkadelic reteric for you relics (The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper) The Grim reaper's grim reaper I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon The game sprays out of my mouth, like a can of Krylon Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on You had tights on like you had nylons on Boogie banga funked out panty stainer Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger Smell me (It's the (?) words man) Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose About to set the fly one Down with the ghetto Hiesman I'll serve niggas in the third person Don't even try it [Hook: repeat 2X] Vaboom, he's back to putting in work Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk Make'em bang-bang Make'em all move Do the damn thing My niggas bang loose [WC] Timmmber Hawk it's the big hawk Ready to chalk With the boom ping, ping That make the Dre swing, swing Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger Hit. Click, click, click, click, click Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla Did-a-any-body kill her? I'm blasting None of them like Danskin Closing caskets Chromed Put my LA throat back on It's back on and getting cheddar In my ride with the blue feather In Linen Strolling with the vengeance And when I make that gun clap Bitch niggas roll like pigeons So if you claiming than brang it And be about the drama It's WC and I ain't your mama [Hook] [DeVil] Nigga make way for the big bomber Mr. all night rider Original bang hand glider Scuffing up Chucks swiftly Looking for a spot launch that mini-mat And that's a hard hat Do it till I get you Pistol grip whip you Nigga your pitiful Picture me back burner material Never Scraped off Serial numbers and brought (??) Ditching your block when live while you work Cause it ain't no half repping Either you riding or not Cock it or keep stepping Come on Feel the breeze What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so cold We freeze all area codes They need this - real Gs Critical thesis Bound to break shit down to quarter pieces For real DeVil the boss under the Dub Swanging Giving orders to chickens and thugs [Lady T] It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow like me Matter fact, it ain't to many niggas that can see me For sure, I've been none to loc for way too long Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on Its funny the way I'm hated Always underrated But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated Niggas wanna test me - I wish you would Lyrics bang more harder than niggas bang they hood I come thru unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade This ain't no game nigga So, don't fuck with T Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs For pushing off(??) trying to take these keys A female fely in Burberry Picking up money from the commissary Don't fuck with Terry (Chorus x4) [WC] WC...Dr. Stank....DeVil...Lady T Swang on Swang on