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They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)\nShould I tell 'em Blood? (Naw, fuck 'em loc)\nMe and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes\n(Dash, brake, bounce and scrape)\nRun up on the '6-4, see the AK's\n(Bang) like Eazy, (Bang) like Dre\n(Bang) like Snoop, (Bang) in L.A.\n(Bang) like Crips and Bloods\nFrom now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoody get stripped in the club\nLike a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club\nYou like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club\nNo jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club\nAnd that go for every nigga and bitch in the club\nSo you better take it off 'fore you get in the club\nGame and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs\nRemember that","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.67] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off\n[00:14.35] {If you in the club with ice on we takin' off}\n[00:16.78] (I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off)\n[00:19.24] What?\n[00:20.12] (Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on)\n[00:21.12] Gettin' my bang on, red strings on\n[00:24.48] Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on\n[00:27.27] Luis Vuitton belt holdin' the four-five\n[00:29.34] You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside\n[00:31.66] This West West or nothin', get your pistols, get your flag\n[00:34.15] Gangstas we love to sag, we cock it back and blast\n[00:36.84] Like booyaka-booyaka, we lay the party down\n[00:39.20] G-G-Game, Dogg Pound\n[00:40.47] Everybody get down\n[00:41.71] Look nigga, I nurture and breed\n[00:44.37] I ain't never gave a fuck about a bitches needs\n[00:46.53] And bitch niggas try to invade our town\n[00:49.08] I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out\n[00:51.61] Say goodbye to the '6-4, hello to the '6-trey\n[00:54.64] He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his bitch face\n[00:57.12] Up, down, now watch my shit scrape\n[00:59.71] Daz call Snoop, I'ma Crip Walk to get Dre\n[01:01.96] And Blood Bounce back, heat on the track\n[01:04.46] Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq\n[01:06.95] Throw a O in the pot and watch it bounce right back\n[01:09.31] Like that (like that?) like that\n[01:25.27] We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic\n[01:28.32] When I did it I must admit it, so nigga go and rep it\n[01:30.89] Lil' homies around her constantly on smash mode\n[01:33.53] Lil' niggas with pistols that blowin' out your asshole\n[01:36.02] Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in\n[01:38.87] Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison\n[01:41.19] Real niggas for life, the roots of the G tree\n[01:43.50] N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E\n[01:45.61] We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes\n[01:49.02] Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes\n[01:50.82] You don't wanna see my car on the news\n[01:52.90] I'll \"Set It Off\" like Queen Latifah, red beam on the nina\n[01:56.19] Bang out, chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic\n[01:58.86] Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ass\n[02:00.56] It's hood niggaz ready to get it, your bitch can get it\n[02:03.54] Cause I know she'll suck a dick in less than a minute\n[02:05.81] Cause, I'ma have to show him where the house at\n[02:08.67] Two milli macks, semi-automatic situational attack\n[02:12.41] In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black\n[02:14.92] Like this and like that\n[02:16.24] Bang, broken like glass and plastic\n[02:18.74] Bang out on him with the mask and plastic\n[02:21.31] We got access to massive plastiques\n[02:23.85] Purchased last week, D.P.G.C.\n[02:26.48] Bang\n[02:41.13] Here come them out of town niggas, what up Blood?\n[02:43.46] (What up cause? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)\n[02:46.45] Should I tell 'em Blood? (Naw, fuck 'em loc)\n[02:49.39] Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes\n[02:52.02] (Dash, brake, bounce and scrape)\n[02:54.06] Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's\n[02:56.57] (Bang) like Eazy, (Bang) like Dre\n[02:58.15] (Bang) like Snoop, (Bang) in L.A.\n[03:01.66] (Bang) like Crips and Bloods\n[03:03.40] From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoody get stripped in the club\n[03:06.27] Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club\n[03:09.03] You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club\n[03:11.60] No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club\n[03:13.97] And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club\n[03:16.55] So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club\n[03:19.22] Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs\n[03:21.80] Remember that\n[03:36.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bang\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You got them funny ass colors on, take it off\n  start_ms: 12670\n  end_ms: 14350\n- text: '{If you in the club with ice on we takin'' off}'\n  start_ms: 14350\n  end_ms: 16780\n- text: (I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off)\n  start_ms: 16780\n  end_ms: 19240\n- text: What?\n  start_ms: 19240\n  end_ms: 20120\n- text: (Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on)\n  start_ms: 20120\n  end_ms: 21120\n- text: Gettin' my bang on, red strings on\n  start_ms: 21120\n  end_ms: 24480\n- text: Luis Vuitton 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Call the police\n  start_ms: 298530\n  end_ms: 301720\n- text: Somebody help\n  start_ms: 301720\n  end_ms: 305070\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 305070\nplain: |-\n  Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for tHe murder\n  My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on tHe curb\n  Tell His family get tHem black clotHes\n  Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do tHis witH a blindfold\n  I'm tHat player on tHe corner looking dry wHen it rains\n  Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to cHange\n  Far from average, I'm smoking tHis cabbage\n  Bottled teetH, joint karats, say cHeese, make tHe cops freeze\n  Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams\n  You only gangsta tHrough your bop screen\n  MigHt set the reason for tHe crime scene\n  Fill up tHe city with madness\n  We tHe reason tHe Hearses left your Hood and Holding up traffic\n  Let tHe riddles do tHe scrapping, keep tHe gun in my fabric\n  Better pistol tHan tHem badges, you get dealt witH tHe maggots\n  Heard drive-bys everyday\n  Seen Homies die early age, tHougH we still gang bang anyway\n  UH, yeah, Figg side\n\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway\n\n  B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\n  Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\n  The chopper make you limbo\n  Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\n  Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\n  Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\n  Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n  'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield\n  East side, west side, niggas getting chastised\n  Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\n  We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\n  A 15 second clip until he put the gun down\n  Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics\n  Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\n  Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish\n\n  Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\n  Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway\n\n  Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga\n  Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\n  From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\n  From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n  (Watch out for the shooters)\n  Same age as the kids in Iraq now\n  LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\n  Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\n  Grandmother get shot walking out the church\n  How that sound?\n  Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\n  City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\n  Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\n  Started off unified the FBI know that\n  A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\n  False imprisonment, he repeat Geronimo Pratt\n  Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\n  Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\n  And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\n  Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\n  Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\n  Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\n  Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\n\n  Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\n  And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\n  Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\n  We know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  Crips, primarily African American gang\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969\n  By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\n  THougH we still gang bang anyway\n  Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide\n  Associated with the blue bandana\n  Bloods, also primarily African American\n  Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\n  By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\n  A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\n\n  Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\n  The government still can't contain us\n  And our fate was sealed forever\n  When 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\n  Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n\n  Crip 1: Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?\n  Crip 2: If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river\n  Crip 1: Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow\n  Crip 2: Alright cuz\n  Crip 1: What's happening Fred?\n  Shotgun pump and gunshot\n  Woman: Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no\n  Gasping for air\n  Woman: Please, oh my God\n  Somebody help me\n  Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? 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Get a banana split in the club\n  start_ms: 189030\n  end_ms: 191600\n- text: No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club\n  start_ms: 191600\n  end_ms: 193970\n- text: And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club\n  start_ms: 193970\n  end_ms: 196550\n- text: So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club\n  start_ms: 196550\n  end_ms: 199220\n- text: Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs\n  start_ms: 199220\n  end_ms: 201800\n- text: Remember that\n  start_ms: 201800\n  end_ms: 216850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 216850\nplain: |-\n  You got them funny ass colors on, take it off\n  {If you in the club with ice on we takin' off}\n  (I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off)\n  What?\n  (Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on)\n\n  Gettin' my bang on, red strings on\n  Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on\n  Luis Vuitton belt holdin' the four-five\n  You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside\n\n  This West West or nothin', get your pistols, get your flag\n  Gangstas we love to sag, we cock it back and blast\n  Like booyaka-booyaka, we lay the party down\n  G-G-Game, Dogg Pound\n\n  Everybody get down\n\n  Look nigga, I nurture and breed\n  I ain't never gave a fuck about a bitches needs\n  And bitch niggas try to invade our town\n  I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out\n\n  Say goodbye to the '6-4, hello to the '6-trey\n  He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his bitch face\n  Up, down, now watch my shit scrape\n  Daz call Snoop, I'ma Crip Walk to get Dre\n  And Blood Bounce back, heat on the track\n  Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq\n  Throw a O in the pot and watch it bounce right back\n  Like that (like that?) like that\n\n  We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic\n  When I did it I must admit it, so nigga go and rep it\n  Lil' homies around her constantly on smash mode\n  Lil' niggas with pistols that blowin' out your asshole\n  Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in\n  Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison\n  Real niggas for life, the roots of the G tree\n  N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E\n\n  We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes\n  Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes\n  You don't wanna see my car on the news\n  I'll \"Set It Off\" like Queen Latifah, red beam on the nina\n\n  Bang out, chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic\n  Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ass\n  It's hood niggaz ready to get it, your bitch can get it\n  Cause I know she'll suck a dick in less than a minute\n  Cause, I'ma have to show him where the house at\n  Two milli macks, semi-automatic situational attack\n  In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black\n  Like this and like that\n  Bang, broken like glass and plastic\n  Bang out on him with the mask and plastic\n  We got access to massive plastiques\n  Purchased last week, D.P.G.C.\n  Bang\n\n  Here come them out of town niggas, what up Blood?\n  (What up cause? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)\n  Should I tell 'em Blood? (Naw, fuck 'em loc)\n  Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes\n  (Dash, brake, bounce and scrape)\n  Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's\n  (Bang) like Eazy, (Bang) like Dre\n  (Bang) like Snoop, (Bang) in L.A.\n  (Bang) like Crips and Bloods\n  From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoody get stripped in the club\n  Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club\n  You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club\n  No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club\n  And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club\n  So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club\n  Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs\n  Remember that\n"},{"id":6666454,"name":"Gang Bang Anyway","trackName":"Gang Bang Anyway","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2.5","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder\nMy nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb\nTell his family get them black clothes\nAny witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold\nI'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains\nPimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change\nFar from average, I'm smoking this cabbage\nBottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze\nBig cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams\nYou only gangsta through your bop screen\nMight set the reason for the crime scene\nFill up the city with madness\nWe the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic\nLet the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric\nBetter pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots\nHeard drive-bys everyday\nSeen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway\nUh, yeah, Figg side\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway\n\nB's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\nChucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\nThe chopper make you limbo\nGotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\nYoung niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\nCatch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\nSqueeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield\nEast side, west side, niggas getting chastised\nDropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\nWe all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\nA 15 second clip until he put the gun down\nKnow OG's who took more shots like diabetics\nHad that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\nChucking up big ass B's is my fetish\nType of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\nNiggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway\n\nHundred days, hundred nights, nigga\nLet the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\nFrom the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\nFrom Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n(Watch out for the shooters)\nSame age as the kids in Iraq now\nLA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\nPreachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\nGrandmother get shot walking out the church\nHow that sound?\nNiggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\nCity of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\nStarted as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\nStarted off unified the FBI know that\nA little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\nFalse imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt\nNow close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\nPicture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\nAnd since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\nStolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\nForced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\nGot tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\nTookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\nSeventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\nAnd that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\nNow the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\nWe know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nCrips, primarily African American gang\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nFounded in Los Angeles, California 1969\nBy Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\nThough we still gang bang anyway\nToday there's over a million Crip members worldwide\nAssociated with the blue bandana\nBloods, also primarily African American\nStreet gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\nBy Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\nA mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\nToday there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\nThe government still can't contain us\nAnd our fate was sealed forever\nWhen 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\nWas murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n\nHey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?\nIf it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river\nHey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow\nAlright cuz\nWhat's happening Fred?\nFrederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no\nPlease, oh my God\nSomebody help me\nY'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police\nSomebody help me, please\nOk stay with me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gang Bang Anyway\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary 2.5\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder\n  My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb\n  Tell his family get them black clothes\n  Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold\n  I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains\n  Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change\n  Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage\n  Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze\n  Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams\n  You only gangsta through your bop screen\n  Might set the reason for the crime scene\n  Fill up the city with madness\n  We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic\n  Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric\n  Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots\n  Heard drive-bys everyday\n  Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway\n  Uh, yeah, Figg side\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n\n  B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\n  Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\n  The chopper make you limbo\n  Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\n  Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\n  Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\n  Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n  'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield\n  East side, west side, niggas getting chastised\n  Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\n  We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\n  A 15 second clip until he put the gun down\n  Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics\n  Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\n  Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish\n  Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\n  Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n\n  Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga\n  Let the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\n  From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\n  From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n  (Watch out for the shooters)\n  Same age as the kids in Iraq now\n  LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\n  Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\n  Grandmother get shot walking out the church\n  How that sound?\n  Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\n  City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\n  Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\n  Started off unified the FBI know that\n  A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\n  False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt\n  Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\n  Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\n  And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\n  Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\n  Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\n  Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\n  Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\n  Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\n  And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\n  Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\n  We know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Crips, primarily African American gang\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969\n  By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n  Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide\n  Associated with the blue bandana\n  Bloods, also primarily African American\n  Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\n  By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\n  A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\n  Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\n  The government still can't contain us\n  And our fate was sealed forever\n  When 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\n  Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n\n  Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?\n  If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river\n  Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow\n  Alright cuz\n  What's happening Fred?\n  Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no\n  Please, oh my God\n  Somebody help me\n  Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police\n  Somebody help me, please\n  Ok stay with me\n"},{"id":19250634,"name":"Gang Bang Anyway","trackName":"Gang Bang Anyway","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2.5","duration":307.776725,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder\nMy nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb\nTell his family get them black clothes\nAny witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold\nI'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains\nPimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change\nFar from average, I'm smoking this cabbage\nBottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze\nBig cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams\nYou only gangsta through your bop screen\nMight set the reason for the crime scene\nFill up the city with madness\nWe the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic\nLet the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric\nBetter pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots\nHeard drive-bys everyday\nSeen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway\nUh, yeah, Figg side\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway\n\nB's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\nChucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\nThe chopper make you limbo\nGotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\nYoung niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\nCatch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\nSqueeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield\nEast side, west side, niggas getting chastised\nDropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\nWe all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\nA 15 second clip until he put the gun down\nKnow OG's who took more shots like diabetics\nHad that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\nChucking up big ass B's is my fetish\nType of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\nNiggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway\n\nHundred days, hundred nights, nigga\nLet the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\nFrom the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\nFrom Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n(Watch out for the shooters)\nSame age as the kids in Iraq now\nLA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\nPreachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\nGrandmother get shot walking out the church\nHow that sound?\nNiggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\nCity of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\nStarted as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\nStarted off unified the FBI know that\nA little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\nFalse imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt\nNow close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\nPicture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\nAnd since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\nStolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\nForced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\nGot tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\nTookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\nSeventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\nAnd that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\nNow the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\nWe know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nCrips, primarily African American gang\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nFounded in Los Angeles, California 1969\nBy Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\nThough we still gang bang anyway\nToday there's over a million Crip members worldwide\nAssociated with the blue bandana\nBloods, also primarily African American\nStreet gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\nBy Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\nA mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\nToday there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\nThe government still can't contain us\nAnd our fate was sealed forever\nWhen 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\nWas murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n\nHey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?\nIf it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river\nHey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow\nAlright cuz\nWhat's happening Fred?\nFrederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no\nPlease, oh my God\nSomebody help me\nY'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police\nSomebody help me, please\nOk stay with me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gang Bang Anyway\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary 2.5\n  duration_ms: 307777\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder\n  My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb\n  Tell his family get them black clothes\n  Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold\n  I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains\n  Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change\n  Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage\n  Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze\n  Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams\n  You only gangsta through your bop screen\n  Might set the reason for the crime scene\n  Fill up the city with madness\n  We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic\n  Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric\n  Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots\n  Heard drive-bys everyday\n  Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway\n  Uh, yeah, Figg side\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n\n  B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\n  Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\n  The chopper make you limbo\n  Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\n  Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\n  Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\n  Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n  'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield\n  East side, west side, niggas getting chastised\n  Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\n  We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\n  A 15 second clip until he put the gun down\n  Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics\n  Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\n  Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish\n  Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\n  Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n\n  Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga\n  Let the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\n  From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\n  From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n  (Watch out for the shooters)\n  Same age as the kids in Iraq now\n  LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\n  Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\n  Grandmother get shot walking out the church\n  How that sound?\n  Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\n  City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\n  Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\n  Started off unified the FBI know that\n  A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\n  False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt\n  Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\n  Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\n  And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\n  Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\n  Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\n  Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\n  Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\n  Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\n  And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\n  Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\n  We know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Crips, primarily African American gang\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969\n  By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n  Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide\n  Associated with the blue bandana\n  Bloods, also primarily African American\n  Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\n  By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\n  A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\n  Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\n  The government still can't contain us\n  And our fate was sealed forever\n  When 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\n  Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n\n  Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?\n  If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river\n  Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow\n  Alright cuz\n  What's happening Fred?\n  Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no\n  Please, oh my God\n  Somebody help me\n  Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police\n  Somebody help me, please\n  Ok stay with me\n"},{"id":22632864,"name":"Gang Bang Anyway","trackName":"Gang Bang Anyway","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2.5","duration":330.933825,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder\nMy nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb\nTell his family get them black clothes\nAny witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold\nI'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains\nPimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change\nFar from average, I'm smoking this cabbage\nBottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze\nBig cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams\nYou only gangsta through your bop screen\nMight set the reason for the crime scene\nFill up the city with madness\nWe the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic\nLet the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric\nBetter pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots\nHeard drive-bys everyday\nSeen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway\nUh, yeah, Figg side\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway\n\nB's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\nChucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\nThe chopper make you limbo\nGotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\nYoung niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\nCatch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\nSqueeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield\nEast side, west side, niggas getting chastised\nDropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\nWe all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\nA 15 second clip until he put the gun down\nKnow OG's who took more shots like diabetics\nHad that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\nChucking up big ass B's is my fetish\nType of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\nNiggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway\n\nHundred days, hundred nights, nigga\nLet the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\nFrom the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\nFrom Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n(Watch out for the shooters)\nSame age as the kids in Iraq now\nLA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\nPreachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\nGrandmother get shot walking out the church\nHow that sound?\nNiggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\nCity of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\nStarted as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\nStarted off unified the FBI know that\nA little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\nFalse imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt\nNow close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\nPicture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\nAnd since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\nStolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\nForced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\nGot tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\nTookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\nSeventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\nAnd that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\nNow the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\nWe know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nCrips, primarily African American gang\nThough we still gang bang anyway, uh\nFounded in Los Angeles, California 1969\nBy Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\nThough we still gang bang anyway\nToday there's over a million Crip members worldwide\nAssociated with the blue bandana\nBloods, also primarily African American\nStreet gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\nBy Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\nA mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\nToday there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\nThe government still can't contain us\nAnd our fate was sealed forever\nWhen 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\nWas murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n\nHey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?\nIf it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river\nHey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow\nAlright cuz\nWhat's happening Fred?\nFrederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no\nPlease, oh my God\nSomebody help me\nY'all just gonna fucking stand there? 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end_ms: 59060\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  start_ms: 59060\n  end_ms: 64720\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  start_ms: 64720\n  end_ms: 71570\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway\n  start_ms: 71570\n  end_ms: 74030\n- text: B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\n  start_ms: 74030\n  end_ms: 78260\n- text: Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\n  start_ms: 78260\n  end_ms: 80510\n- text: The chopper make you limbo\n  start_ms: 80510\n  end_ms: 81870\n- text: Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\n  start_ms: 81870\n  end_ms: 84230\n- text: Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\n  start_ms: 84230\n  end_ms: 86960\n- text: Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\n  start_ms: 86960\n  end_ms: 89760\n- text: Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n  start_ms: 89760\n  end_ms: 92110\n- text: '''Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield'\n  start_ms: 92110\n  end_ms: 94990\n- text: East side, west side, niggas getting chastised\n  start_ms: 94990\n  end_ms: 97630\n- text: Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\n  start_ms: 97630\n  end_ms: 100220\n- text: We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\n  start_ms: 100220\n  end_ms: 102870\n- text: A 15 second clip until he put the gun down\n  start_ms: 102870\n  end_ms: 105520\n- text: Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics\n  start_ms: 105520\n  end_ms: 108030\n- text: Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\n  start_ms: 108030\n  end_ms: 110640\n- text: Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish\n  start_ms: 110640\n  end_ms: 113230\n- text: Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\n  start_ms: 113230\n  end_ms: 115990\n- text: Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n  start_ms: 115990\n  end_ms: 118690\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  start_ms: 118690\n  end_ms: 123290\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  start_ms: 123290\n  end_ms: 129060\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  start_ms: 129060\n  end_ms: 134860\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway\n  start_ms: 134860\n  end_ms: 136930\n- text: Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga\n  start_ms: 136930\n  end_ms: 139640\n- text: Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\n  start_ms: 139640\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144720\n- text: From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n  start_ms: 144720\n  end_ms: 146870\n- text: (Watch out for the shooters)\n  start_ms: 146870\n  end_ms: 148080\n- text: Same age as the kids in Iraq now\n  start_ms: 148080\n  end_ms: 150500\n- text: LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\n  start_ms: 150500\n  end_ms: 153040\n- text: Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\n  start_ms: 153040\n  end_ms: 155700\n- text: Grandmother get shot walking out the church\n  start_ms: 155700\n  end_ms: 157570\n- text: How that sound?\n  start_ms: 157570\n  end_ms: 158660\n- text: Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\n  start_ms: 158660\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 163070\n- text: Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\n  start_ms: 163070\n  end_ms: 166130\n- text: Started off unified the FBI know that\n  start_ms: 166130\n  end_ms: 169000\n- text: A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\n  start_ms: 169000\n  end_ms: 171330\n- text: False imprisonment, he repeat Geronimo Pratt\n  start_ms: 171330\n  end_ms: 173900\n- text: Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\n  start_ms: 173900\n  end_ms: 176620\n- text: Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\n  start_ms: 176620\n  end_ms: 179330\n- text: And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\n  start_ms: 179330\n  end_ms: 181840\n- text: Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\n  start_ms: 181840\n  end_ms: 184740\n- text: Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\n  start_ms: 184740\n  end_ms: 187110\n- text: Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\n  start_ms: 187110\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192480\n- text: Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\n  start_ms: 192480\n  end_ms: 195160\n- text: And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\n  start_ms: 195160\n  end_ms: 197890\n- text: Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\n  start_ms: 197890\n  end_ms: 200370\n- text: We know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n  start_ms: 200370\n  end_ms: 204150\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  start_ms: 204150\n  end_ms: 208880\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  start_ms: 208880\n  end_ms: 212140\n- text: Crips, primarily African American gang\n  start_ms: 212140\n  end_ms: 215320\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH\n  start_ms: 215320\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969\n  start_ms: 216620\n  end_ms: 219280\n- text: By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\n  start_ms: 219280\n  end_ms: 221570\n- text: THougH we still gang bang anyway\n  start_ms: 221570\n  end_ms: 222140\n- text: Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide\n  start_ms: 222140\n  end_ms: 224960\n- text: Associated with the blue bandana\n  start_ms: 224960\n  end_ms: 227250\n- text: Bloods, also primarily African American\n  start_ms: 227250\n  end_ms: 230440\n- text: Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\n  start_ms: 230440\n  end_ms: 234100\n- text: By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\n  start_ms: 234100\n  end_ms: 237160\n- text: A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\n  start_ms: 237160\n  end_ms: 240210\n- text: Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\n  start_ms: 240210\n  end_ms: 245870\n- text: The government still can't contain us\n  start_ms: 245870\n  end_ms: 248930\n- text: And our fate was sealed forever\n  start_ms: 248930\n  end_ms: 250880\n- text: When 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\n  start_ms: 250880\n  end_ms: 254010\n- text: Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n  start_ms: 254010\n  end_ms: 260240\n- text: 'Crip 1: Hey man ain''t that Lil Country over there cuz?'\n  start_ms: 260240\n  end_ms: 270320\n- text: 'Crip 2: If it is, his ass gon'' be laying in a blood river'\n  start_ms: 270320\n  end_ms: 274610\n- text: 'Crip 1: Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow'\n  start_ms: 274610\n  end_ms: 278960\n- text: 'Crip 2: Alright cuz'\n  start_ms: 278960\n  end_ms: 281060\n- text: 'Crip 1: What''s happening Fred?'\n  start_ms: 281060\n  end_ms: 283750\n- text: Shotgun pump and gunshot\n  start_ms: 283750\n  end_ms: 286110\n- text: 'Woman: Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no'\n  start_ms: 286110\n  end_ms: 292570\n- text: Gasping for air\n  start_ms: 292570\n  end_ms: 295020\n- text: 'Woman: Please, oh my God'\n  start_ms: 295020\n  end_ms: 296390\n- text: Somebody help me\n  start_ms: 296390\n  end_ms: 298530\n- text: Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police\n  start_ms: 298530\n  end_ms: 301720\n- text: Somebody help\n  start_ms: 301720\n  end_ms: 305070\nplain: |-\n  Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder\n  My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb\n  Tell his family get them black clothes\n  Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold\n  I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains\n  Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change\n  Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage\n  Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze\n  Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams\n  You only gangsta through your bop screen\n  Might set the reason for the crime scene\n  Fill up the city with madness\n  We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic\n  Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric\n  Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots\n  Heard drive-bys everyday\n  Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway\n  Uh, yeah, Figg side\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n\n  B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\n  Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\n  The chopper make you limbo\n  Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\n  Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\n  Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\n  Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n  'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield\n  East side, west side, niggas getting chastised\n  Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\n  We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\n  A 15 second clip until he put the gun down\n  Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics\n  Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\n  Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish\n  Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\n  Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n\n  Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga\n  Let the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\n  From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\n  From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n  (Watch out for the shooters)\n  Same age as the kids in Iraq now\n  LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\n  Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\n  Grandmother get shot walking out the church\n  How that sound?\n  Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\n  City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\n  Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\n  Started off unified the FBI know that\n  A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\n  False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt\n  Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\n  Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\n  And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\n  Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\n  Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\n  Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\n  Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\n  Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\n  And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\n  Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\n  We know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Crips, primarily African American gang\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969\n  By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n  Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide\n  Associated with the blue bandana\n  Bloods, also primarily African American\n  Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\n  By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\n  A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\n  Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\n  The government still can't contain us\n  And our fate was sealed forever\n  When 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\n  Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n\n  Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?\n  If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river\n  Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow\n  Alright cuz\n  What's happening Fred?\n  Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no\n  Please, oh my God\n  Somebody help me\n  Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police\n  Somebody help me, please\n  Ok stay with me\n"},{"id":6808037,"name":"Bang Freestyle","trackName":"Bang Freestyle","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Paisley Dreams","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We all know niggas that's hard\nAt seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\nYou like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\nYou angry at breakfast, nigga?\nYou gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n\nStuck in this shit, my nigga\nBlood in, blood out\nWoo, woo, huh\nLife fucked up\nStuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n\nI'll bang 'til the banging's gone\nI bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\nI bang for the gangsta hoes\nI bang for Pasadena rose\n\nI bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\nI chose to bang when I R-A-P\nI chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\nI bang that heat, I bang for free\nI bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\nI bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\nI put the B in B-A-N-G\nBeen bangin' ever since a baby G\n\nBefore I walked, I banged on my knees\nI'll bang with nines, I bang one time\nI won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\nI bang when I grind, I bang and shine\nI bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\nI bang baby mothers\nI bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\nI bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n\nFrom the City of Roses\nWhere they go to bang, bang, bang\nFrom the top to the low end\nAll we do is bang, bang, bang\nCome through hittin' corners\nAll you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\nFor all my fallen soldiers\nWe can go bang, bang, bang\n\nI banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\nNot a studio banger, but I bang on wax\nI banged up my son so hard, he banged back\nIn this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\nLove bangin' so much, this banger need help\nWhen I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n\nI'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\nI bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\nWith 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\nFor them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\nI bang with ease when I'm off them trees\nI'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n\nIt don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\nWhether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\nDisrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\nBang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\nBang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\nWhile you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\nBang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\nBang, escape without a trace\n\nBangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\nIf I don't bang, this banger don't rest\nA lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\nI'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\nBullshit ain't nothin'\n\nFrom the City of Roses\nWhere they go to bang, bang, bang\nFrom the top to the low end\nAll we do is bang, bang, bang\nCome through hittin' corners\nAll you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\nFor all my fallen soldiers\nWe can go bang, bang, bang\n\nI bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\nI bang to survive where gangbangin' started\nWhen I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\nBang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\nBang so much, I'm like a whole gang\nI banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\nThen I banged two bitches last night\nFrom Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n\nBanged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\nSuicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\nBang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\nAnd I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\nBlack thoughts, but the lights be on\nRemind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\nBang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\nI look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\nI'm bangin'\n\nThis dedicated to the homie Welo\nBig Welo, my nigga\nKnow what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher\nReal Summer Street hustler\nWoo-woo\nTip-top, my nigga\nL-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\nWe love you, bloody\nYou was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\nPDL, PDL","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] We all know niggas that's hard\n[00:01.43] At seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\n[00:02.92] You like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\n[00:05.84] You angry at breakfast, nigga?\n[00:08.81] You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n[00:13.38] Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n[00:16.07] Blood in, blood out\n[00:18.12] Woo, woo, huh\n[00:22.63] Life fucked up\n[00:24.72] Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n[00:30.81] I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n[00:33.60] I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n[00:36.12] I bang for the gangsta hoes\n[00:39.33] I bang for Pasadena rose\n[00:41.17] I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n[00:43.55] I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n[00:46.12] I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n[00:48.82] I bang that heat, I bang for free\n[00:51.48] I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n[00:53.89] I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n[00:56.10] I put the B in B-A-N-G\n[00:58.83] Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n[01:01.46] Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n[01:04.36] I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n[01:06.80] I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n[01:09.33] I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n[01:11.78] I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n[01:15.78] I bang baby mothers\n[01:17.06] I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n[01:19.43] I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n[01:21.33] From the City of Roses\n[01:23.94] Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n[01:26.37] From the top to the low end\n[01:29.05] All we do is bang, bang, bang\n[01:31.39] Come through hittin' corners\n[01:34.38] All you hear is, \"Bang! 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Bang!\"\n[01:36.43] For all my fallen soldiers\n[01:39.36] We can go bang, bang, bang\n[01:42.20] I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\n[01:44.87] Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax\n[01:47.48] I banged up my son so hard, he banged back\n[01:49.91] In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\n[01:52.47] Love bangin' so much, this banger need help\n[01:54.80] When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n[01:57.75] I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\n[02:00.14] I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\n[02:02.75] With 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\n[02:05.47] For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\n[02:07.77] I bang with ease when I'm off them trees\n[02:10.44] I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n[02:12.77] It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\n[02:15.48] Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\n[02:18.08] Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\n[02:20.44] Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\n[02:23.33] Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\n[02:25.78] While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\n[02:28.36] Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\n[02:30.72] Bang, escape without a trace\n[02:32.57] Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\n[02:35.02] If I don't bang, this banger don't rest\n[02:37.46] A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\n[02:39.90] I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\n[02:42.57] Bullshit ain't nothin'\n[02:42.93] From the City of Roses\n[02:45.56] Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n[02:47.96] From the top to the low end\n[02:50.81] All we do is bang, bang, bang\n[02:52.89] Come through hittin' corners\n[02:55.93] All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n[02:57.92] For all my fallen soldiers\n[03:00.87] We can go bang, bang, bang\n[03:04.52] I bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\n[03:06.63] I bang to survive where gangbangin' started\n[03:09.54] When I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\n[03:11.93] Bang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\n[03:14.89] Bang so much, I'm like a whole gang\n[03:16.69] I banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\n[03:19.99] Then I banged two bitches last night\n[03:22.06] From Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n[03:24.66] Banged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\n[03:26.83] Suicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\n[03:29.94] Bang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\n[03:32.04] And I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\n[03:35.22] Black thoughts, but the lights be on\n[03:37.07] Remind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\n[03:39.78] Bang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\n[03:42.10] I look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\n[03:44.74] I'm bangin'\n[03:45.60] This dedicated to the homie Welo\n[03:49.07] Big Welo, my nigga\n[03:50.66] Know what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher\n[03:52.77] Real Summer Street hustler\n[03:54.87] Woo-woo\n[03:56.23] Tip-top, my nigga\n[03:57.80] L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\n[03:59.83] We love you, bloody\n[04:01.20] You was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\n[04:04.92] PDL, PDL\n[04:07.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bang Freestyle\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Paisley Dreams\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We all know niggas that's hard\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 1430\n- text: At seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\n  start_ms: 1430\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: You like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 5840\n- text: You angry at breakfast, nigga?\n  start_ms: 5840\n  end_ms: 8810\n- text: You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n  start_ms: 8810\n  end_ms: 13380\n- text: Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n  start_ms: 13380\n  end_ms: 16070\n- text: Blood in, blood out\n  start_ms: 16070\n  end_ms: 18120\n- text: Woo, woo, huh\n  start_ms: 18120\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: Life fucked up\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 24720\n- text: Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n  start_ms: 24720\n  end_ms: 30810\n- text: I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n  start_ms: 30810\n  end_ms: 33600\n- text: I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n  start_ms: 33600\n  end_ms: 36120\n- text: I bang for the gangsta hoes\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 39330\n- text: I bang for Pasadena rose\n  start_ms: 39330\n  end_ms: 41170\n- text: I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n  start_ms: 41170\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 46120\n- text: I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n  start_ms: 46120\n  end_ms: 48820\n- text: I bang that heat, I bang for free\n  start_ms: 48820\n  end_ms: 51480\n- text: I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n  start_ms: 51480\n  end_ms: 53890\n- text: I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n  start_ms: 53890\n  end_ms: 56100\n- text: I put the B in B-A-N-G\n  start_ms: 56100\n  end_ms: 58830\n- text: Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n  start_ms: 58830\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64360\n- text: I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n  start_ms: 64360\n  end_ms: 66800\n- text: I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n  start_ms: 66800\n  end_ms: 69330\n- text: I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n  start_ms: 69330\n  end_ms: 71780\n- text: I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n  start_ms: 71780\n  end_ms: 75780\n- text: I bang baby mothers\n  start_ms: 75780\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 79430\n- text: I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n  start_ms: 79430\n  end_ms: 81330\n- text: From the City of Roses\n  start_ms: 81330\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86370\n- text: From the top to the low end\n  start_ms: 86370\n  end_ms: 89050\n- text: All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 89050\n  end_ms: 91390\n- text: Come through hittin' corners\n  start_ms: 91390\n  end_ms: 94380\n- text: All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n  start_ms: 94380\n  end_ms: 96430\n- text: For all my fallen soldiers\n  start_ms: 96430\n  end_ms: 99360\n- text: We can go bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 102200\n- text: I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\n  start_ms: 102200\n  end_ms: 104870\n- text: Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax\n  start_ms: 104870\n  end_ms: 107480\n- text: I banged up my son so hard, he banged back\n  start_ms: 107480\n  end_ms: 109910\n- text: In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\n  start_ms: 109910\n  end_ms: 112470\n- text: Love bangin' so much, this banger need help\n  start_ms: 112470\n  end_ms: 114800\n- text: When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n  start_ms: 114800\n  end_ms: 117750\n- text: I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\n  start_ms: 117750\n  end_ms: 120140\n- text: I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\n  start_ms: 120140\n  end_ms: 122750\n- text: With 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\n  start_ms: 122750\n  end_ms: 125470\n- text: For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\n  start_ms: 125470\n  end_ms: 127770\n- text: I bang with ease when I'm off them trees\n  start_ms: 127770\n  end_ms: 130440\n- text: I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n  start_ms: 130440\n  end_ms: 132770\n- text: It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\n  start_ms: 132770\n  end_ms: 135480\n- text: Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\n  start_ms: 135480\n  end_ms: 138080\n- text: Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\n  start_ms: 138080\n  end_ms: 140440\n- text: Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\n  start_ms: 140440\n  end_ms: 143330\n- text: Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\n  start_ms: 143330\n  end_ms: 145780\n- text: While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\n  start_ms: 145780\n  end_ms: 148360\n- text: Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\n  start_ms: 148360\n  end_ms: 150720\n- text: Bang, escape without a trace\n  start_ms: 150720\n  end_ms: 152570\n- text: Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\n  start_ms: 152570\n  end_ms: 155020\n- text: If I don't bang, this banger don't rest\n  start_ms: 155020\n  end_ms: 157460\n- text: A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\n  start_ms: 157460\n  end_ms: 159900\n- text: I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\n  start_ms: 159900\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: Bullshit ain't nothin'\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 162930\n- text: From the City of Roses\n  start_ms: 162930\n  end_ms: 165560\n- text: Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 165560\n  end_ms: 167960\n- text: From the top to the low end\n  start_ms: 167960\n  end_ms: 170810\n- text: All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 170810\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: Come through hittin' corners\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 175930\n- text: All you hear is, \"Bang! 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Shawn Fletcher\n  start_ms: 230660\n  end_ms: 232770\n- text: Real Summer Street hustler\n  start_ms: 232770\n  end_ms: 234870\n- text: Woo-woo\n  start_ms: 234870\n  end_ms: 236230\n- text: Tip-top, my nigga\n  start_ms: 236230\n  end_ms: 237800\n- text: L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\n  start_ms: 237800\n  end_ms: 239830\n- text: We love you, bloody\n  start_ms: 239830\n  end_ms: 241200\n- text: You was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\n  start_ms: 241200\n  end_ms: 244920\n- text: PDL, PDL\n  start_ms: 244920\n  end_ms: 247030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247030\nplain: |-\n  We all know niggas that's hard\n  At seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\n  You like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\n  You angry at breakfast, nigga?\n  You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n\n  Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n  Blood in, blood out\n  Woo, woo, huh\n  Life fucked up\n  Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n\n  I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n  I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n  I bang for the gangsta hoes\n  I bang for Pasadena rose\n\n  I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n  I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n  I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n  I bang that heat, I bang for free\n  I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n  I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n  I put the B in B-A-N-G\n  Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n\n  Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n  I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n  I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n  I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n  I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n  I bang baby mothers\n  I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n  I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n\n  From the City of Roses\n  Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  From the top to the low end\n  All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  Come through hittin' corners\n  All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n  For all my fallen soldiers\n  We can go bang, bang, bang\n\n  I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\n  Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax\n  I banged up my son so hard, he banged back\n  In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\n  Love bangin' so much, this banger need help\n  When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n\n  I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\n  I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\n  With 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\n  For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\n  I bang with ease when I'm off them trees\n  I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n\n  It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\n  Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\n  Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\n  Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\n  Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\n  While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\n  Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\n  Bang, escape without a trace\n\n  Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\n  If I don't bang, this banger don't rest\n  A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\n  I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\n  Bullshit ain't nothin'\n\n  From the City of Roses\n  Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  From the top to the low end\n  All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  Come through hittin' corners\n  All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n  For all my fallen soldiers\n  We can go bang, bang, bang\n\n  I bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\n  I bang to survive where gangbangin' started\n  When I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\n  Bang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\n  Bang so much, I'm like a whole gang\n  I banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\n  Then I banged two bitches last night\n  From Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n\n  Banged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\n  Suicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\n  Bang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\n  And I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\n  Black thoughts, but the lights be on\n  Remind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\n  Bang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\n  I look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\n  I'm bangin'\n\n  This dedicated to the homie Welo\n  Big Welo, my nigga\n  Know what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher\n  Real Summer Street hustler\n  Woo-woo\n  Tip-top, my nigga\n  L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\n  We love you, bloody\n  You was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\n  PDL, PDL\n"},{"id":15555174,"name":"Bang Freestyle","trackName":"Bang Freestyle","artistName":"The Game\u0000","albumName":"Paisley Dreams","duration":255.764898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We all know niggas that's hard\nAt seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\nYou like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\nYou angry at breakfast, nigga?\nYou gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n\nStuck in this shit, my nigga\nBlood in, blood out\nWoo, woo, huh\nLife fucked up\nStuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n\nI'll bang 'til the banging's gone\nI bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\nI bang for the gangsta hoes\nI bang for Pasadena rose\n\nI bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\nI chose to bang when I R-A-P\nI chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\nI bang that heat, I bang for free\nI bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\nI bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\nI put the B in B-A-N-G\nBeen bangin' ever since a baby G\n\nBefore I walked, I banged on my knees\nI'll bang with nines, I bang one time\nI won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\nI bang when I grind, I bang and shine\nI bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\nI bang baby mothers\nI bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\nI bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n\nFrom the City of Roses\nWhere they go to bang, bang, bang\nFrom the top to the low end\nAll we do is bang, bang, bang\nCome through hittin' corners\nAll you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\nFor all my fallen soldiers\nWe can go bang, bang, bang\n\nI banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\nNot a studio banger, but I bang on wax\nI banged up my son so hard, he banged back\nIn this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\nLove bangin' so much, this banger need help\nWhen I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n\nI'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\nI bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\nWith 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\nFor them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\nI bang with ease when I'm off them trees\nI'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n\nIt don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\nWhether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\nDisrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\nBang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\nBang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\nWhile you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\nBang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\nBang, escape without a trace\n\nBangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\nIf I don't bang, this banger don't rest\nA lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\nI'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\nBullshit ain't nothin'\n\nFrom the City of Roses\nWhere they go to bang, bang, bang\nFrom the top to the low end\nAll we do is bang, bang, bang\nCome through hittin' corners\nAll you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\nFor all my fallen soldiers\nWe can go bang, bang, bang\n\nI bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\nI bang to survive where gangbangin' started\nWhen I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\nBang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\nBang so much, I'm like a whole gang\nI banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\nThen I banged two bitches last night\nFrom Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n\nBanged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\nSuicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\nBang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\nAnd I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\nBlack thoughts, but the lights be on\nRemind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\nBang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\nI look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\nI'm bangin'\n\nThis dedicated to the homie Welo\nBig Welo, my nigga\nKnow what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher\nReal Summer Street hustler\nWoo-woo\nTip-top, my nigga\nL-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\nWe love you, bloody\nYou was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\nPDL, PDL","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] We all know niggas that's hard\n[00:01.43] At seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\n[00:02.92] You like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\n[00:05.84] You angry at breakfast, nigga?\n[00:08.81] You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n[00:13.38] Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n[00:16.07] Blood in, blood out\n[00:18.12] Woo, woo, huh\n[00:22.63] Life fucked up\n[00:24.72] Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n[00:30.81] I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n[00:33.60] I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n[00:36.12] I bang for the gangsta hoes\n[00:39.33] I bang for Pasadena rose\n[00:41.17] I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n[00:43.55] I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n[00:46.12] I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n[00:48.82] I bang that heat, I bang for free\n[00:51.48] I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n[00:53.89] I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n[00:56.10] I put the B in B-A-N-G\n[00:58.83] Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n[01:01.46] Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n[01:04.36] I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n[01:06.80] I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n[01:09.33] I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n[01:11.78] I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n[01:15.78] I bang baby mothers\n[01:17.06] I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n[01:19.43] I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n[01:21.33] From the City of Roses\n[01:23.94] Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n[01:26.37] From the top to the low end\n[01:29.05] All we do is bang, bang, bang\n[01:31.39] Come through hittin' corners\n[01:34.38] All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n[01:36.43] For all my fallen soldiers\n[01:39.36] We can go bang, bang, bang\n[01:42.20] I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\n[01:44.87] Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax\n[01:47.48] I banged up my son so hard, he banged back\n[01:49.91] In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\n[01:52.47] Love bangin' so much, this banger need help\n[01:54.80] When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n[01:57.75] I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\n[02:00.14] I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\n[02:02.75] With 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\n[02:05.47] For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\n[02:07.77] I bang with ease when I'm off them trees\n[02:10.44] I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n[02:12.77] It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\n[02:15.48] Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\n[02:18.08] Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\n[02:20.44] Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\n[02:23.33] Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\n[02:25.78] While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\n[02:28.36] Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\n[02:30.72] Bang, escape without a trace\n[02:32.57] Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\n[02:35.02] If I don't bang, this banger don't rest\n[02:37.46] A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\n[02:39.90] I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\n[02:42.57] Bullshit ain't nothin'\n[02:42.93] From the City of Roses\n[02:45.56] Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n[02:47.96] From the top to the low end\n[02:50.81] All we do is bang, bang, bang\n[02:52.89] Come through hittin' corners\n[02:55.93] All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n[02:57.92] For all my fallen soldiers\n[03:00.87] We can go bang, bang, bang\n[03:04.52] I bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\n[03:06.63] I bang to survive where gangbangin' started\n[03:09.54] When I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\n[03:11.93] Bang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\n[03:14.89] Bang so much, I'm like a whole gang\n[03:16.69] I banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\n[03:19.99] Then I banged two bitches last night\n[03:22.06] From Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n[03:24.66] Banged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\n[03:26.83] Suicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\n[03:29.94] Bang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\n[03:32.04] And I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\n[03:35.22] Black thoughts, but the lights be on\n[03:37.07] Remind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\n[03:39.78] Bang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\n[03:42.10] I look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\n[03:44.74] I'm bangin'\n[03:45.60] This dedicated to the homie Welo\n[03:49.07] Big Welo, my nigga\n[03:50.66] Know what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher\n[03:52.77] Real Summer Street hustler\n[03:54.87] Woo-woo\n[03:56.23] Tip-top, my nigga\n[03:57.80] L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\n[03:59.83] We love you, bloody\n[04:01.20] You was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\n[04:04.92] PDL, PDL\n[04:07.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bang Freestyle\n  artist: \"The Game\\0\\uFEFF\"\n  album: Paisley Dreams\n  duration_ms: 255765\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We all know niggas that's hard\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 1430\n- text: At seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\n  start_ms: 1430\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: You like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\n  start_ms: 2920\n  end_ms: 5840\n- text: You angry at breakfast, nigga?\n  start_ms: 5840\n  end_ms: 8810\n- text: You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n  start_ms: 8810\n  end_ms: 13380\n- text: Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n  start_ms: 13380\n  end_ms: 16070\n- text: Blood in, blood out\n  start_ms: 16070\n  end_ms: 18120\n- text: Woo, woo, huh\n  start_ms: 18120\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: Life fucked up\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 24720\n- text: Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n  start_ms: 24720\n  end_ms: 30810\n- text: I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n  start_ms: 30810\n  end_ms: 33600\n- text: I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n  start_ms: 33600\n  end_ms: 36120\n- text: I bang for the gangsta hoes\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 39330\n- text: I bang for Pasadena rose\n  start_ms: 39330\n  end_ms: 41170\n- text: I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n  start_ms: 41170\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 46120\n- text: I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n  start_ms: 46120\n  end_ms: 48820\n- text: I bang that heat, I bang for free\n  start_ms: 48820\n  end_ms: 51480\n- text: I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n  start_ms: 51480\n  end_ms: 53890\n- text: I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n  start_ms: 53890\n  end_ms: 56100\n- text: I put the B in B-A-N-G\n  start_ms: 56100\n  end_ms: 58830\n- text: Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n  start_ms: 58830\n  end_ms: 61460\n- text: Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n  start_ms: 61460\n  end_ms: 64360\n- text: I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n  start_ms: 64360\n  end_ms: 66800\n- text: I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n  start_ms: 66800\n  end_ms: 69330\n- text: I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n  start_ms: 69330\n  end_ms: 71780\n- text: I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n  start_ms: 71780\n  end_ms: 75780\n- text: I bang baby mothers\n  start_ms: 75780\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 79430\n- text: I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n  start_ms: 79430\n  end_ms: 81330\n- text: From the City of Roses\n  start_ms: 81330\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 86370\n- text: From the top to the low end\n  start_ms: 86370\n  end_ms: 89050\n- text: All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 89050\n  end_ms: 91390\n- text: Come through hittin' corners\n  start_ms: 91390\n  end_ms: 94380\n- text: All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! 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This is-\"\n\n  Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n  Blood in, blood out\n  Woo, woo, huh\n  Life fucked up\n  Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n\n  I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n  I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n  I bang for the gangsta hoes\n  I bang for Pasadena rose\n\n  I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n  I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n  I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n  I bang that heat, I bang for free\n  I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n  I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n  I put the B in B-A-N-G\n  Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n\n  Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n  I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n  I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n  I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n  I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n  I bang baby mothers\n  I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n  I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n\n  From the City of Roses\n  Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  From the top to the low end\n  All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  Come through hittin' corners\n  All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n  For all my fallen soldiers\n  We can go bang, bang, bang\n\n  I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\n  Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax\n  I banged up my son so hard, he banged back\n  In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\n  Love bangin' so much, this banger need help\n  When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n\n  I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\n  I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\n  With 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\n  For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\n  I bang with ease when I'm off them trees\n  I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n\n  It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\n  Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\n  Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\n  Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\n  Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\n  While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\n  Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\n  Bang, escape without a trace\n\n  Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\n  If I don't bang, this banger don't rest\n  A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\n  I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\n  Bullshit ain't nothin'\n\n  From the City of Roses\n  Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  From the top to the low end\n  All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  Come through hittin' corners\n  All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n  For all my fallen soldiers\n  We can go bang, bang, bang\n\n  I bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\n  I bang to survive where gangbangin' started\n  When I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\n  Bang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\n  Bang so much, I'm like a whole gang\n  I banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\n  Then I banged two bitches last night\n  From Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n\n  Banged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\n  Suicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\n  Bang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\n  And I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\n  Black thoughts, but the lights be on\n  Remind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\n  Bang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\n  I look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\n  I'm bangin'\n\n  This dedicated to the homie Welo\n  Big Welo, my nigga\n  Know what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher\n  Real Summer Street hustler\n  Woo-woo\n  Tip-top, my nigga\n  L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\n  We love you, bloody\n  You was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\n  PDL, PDL\n"},{"id":24192050,"name":"Bang Freestyle","trackName":"Bang Freestyle","artistName":"The Game\u0000","albumName":"Paisley Dreams","duration":255.764898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We all know niggas that's hard\nAt seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\nYou like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\nYou angry at breakfast, nigga?\nYou gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n\nStuck in this shit, my nigga\nBlood in, blood out\nWoo, woo, huh\nLife fucked up\nStuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n\nI'll bang 'til the banging's gone\nI bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\nI bang for the gangsta hoes\nI bang for Pasadena rose\n\nI bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\nI chose to bang when I R-A-P\nI chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\nI bang that heat, I bang for free\nI bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\nI bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\nI put the B in B-A-N-G\nBeen bangin' ever since a baby G\n\nBefore I walked, I banged on my knees\nI'll bang with nines, I bang one time\nI won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\nI bang when I grind, I bang and shine\nI bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\nI bang baby mothers\nI bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\nI bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n\nFrom the City of Roses\nWhere they go to bang, bang, bang\nFrom the top to the low end\nAll we do is bang, bang, bang\nCome through hittin' corners\nAll you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\nFor all my fallen soldiers\nWe can go bang, bang, bang\n\nI banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\nNot a studio banger, but I bang on wax\nI banged up my son so hard, he banged back\nIn this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\nLove bangin' so much, this banger need help\nWhen I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n\nI'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\nI bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\nWith 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\nFor them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\nI bang with ease when I'm off them trees\nI'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n\nIt don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\nWhether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\nDisrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\nBang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\nBang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\nWhile you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\nBang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\nBang, escape without a trace\n\nBangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\nIf I don't bang, this banger don't rest\nA lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\nI'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\nBullshit ain't nothin'\n\nFrom the City of Roses\nWhere they go to bang, bang, bang\nFrom the top to the low end\nAll we do is bang, bang, bang\nCome through hittin' corners\nAll you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\nFor all my fallen soldiers\nWe can go bang, bang, bang\n\nI bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\nI bang to survive where gangbangin' started\nWhen I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\nBang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\nBang so much, I'm like a whole gang\nI banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\nThen I banged two bitches last night\nFrom Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n\nBanged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\nSuicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\nBang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\nAnd I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\nBlack thoughts, but the lights be on\nRemind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\nBang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\nI look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\nI'm bangin'\n\nThis dedicated to the homie Welo\nBig Welo, my nigga\nKnow what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher\nReal Summer Street hustler\nWoo-woo\nTip-top, my nigga\nL-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\nWe love you, bloody\nYou was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\nPDL, PDL","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] We all know niggas that's hard\n[00:01.46] At seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\n[00:02.96] You like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\n[00:05.89] You angry at breakfast, nigga?\n[00:08.83] You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n[00:13.38] Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n[00:16.08] Blood in, blood out\n[00:18.16] Woo, woo, huh\n[00:22.63] Life fucked up\n[00:24.73] Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n[00:30.84] I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n[00:33.58] I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n[00:36.16] I bang for the gangsta hoes\n[00:39.39] I bang for Pasadena rose\n[00:41.18] I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n[00:43.53] I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n[00:46.16] I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n[00:48.80] I bang that heat, I bang for free\n[00:51.47] I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n[00:53.88] I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n[00:56.11] I put the B in B-A-N-G\n[00:58.87] Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n[01:01.40] Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n[01:04.35] I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n[01:06.75] I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n[01:09.36] I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n[01:11.77] I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n[01:15.77] I bang baby mothers\n[01:17.04] I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n[01:19.47] I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n[01:21.37] From the City of Roses\n[01:23.98] Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n[01:26.33] From the top to the low end\n[01:29.03] All we do is bang, bang, bang\n[01:31.38] Come through hittin' corners\n[01:34.36] All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n[01:36.42] For all my fallen soldiers\n[01:39.37] We can go bang, bang, bang\n[01:42.22] I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\n[01:44.86] Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax\n[01:47.40] I banged up my son so hard, he banged back\n[01:49.97] In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\n[01:52.43] Love bangin' so much, this banger need help\n[01:54.86] When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n[01:57.76] I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\n[02:00.11] I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\n[02:02.79] With 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\n[02:05.43] For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\n[02:07.72] I bang with ease when I'm off them trees\n[02:10.47] I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n[02:12.72] It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\n[02:15.44] Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\n[02:18.04] Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\n[02:20.44] Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\n[02:23.39] Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\n[02:25.79] While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\n[02:28.39] Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\n[02:30.76] Bang, escape without a trace\n[02:32.56] Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\n[02:35.03] If I don't bang, this banger don't rest\n[02:37.44] A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\n[02:39.94] I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\n[02:42.52] Bullshit ain't nothin'\n[02:42.97] From the City of Roses\n[02:45.58] Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n[02:47.90] From the top to the low end\n[02:50.84] All we do is bang, bang, bang\n[02:52.80] Come through hittin' corners\n[02:55.97] All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n[02:57.96] For all my fallen soldiers\n[03:00.87] We can go bang, bang, bang\n[03:04.57] I bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\n[03:06.63] I bang to survive where gangbangin' started\n[03:09.50] When I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\n[03:11.93] Bang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\n[03:14.80] Bang so much, I'm like a whole gang\n[03:16.62] I banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\n[03:19.93] Then I banged two bitches last night\n[03:22.04] From Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n[03:24.64] Banged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\n[03:26.81] Suicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\n[03:29.96] Bang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\n[03:32.08] And I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\n[03:35.26] Black thoughts, but the lights be on\n[03:37.09] Remind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\n[03:39.77] Bang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\n[03:42.15] I look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\n[03:44.78] I'm bangin'\n[03:45.64] This dedicated to the homie Welo\n[03:49.02] Big Welo, my nigga\n[03:50.62] Know what I'm talkin' about? Shawn Fletcher\n[03:52.78] Real Summer Street hustler\n[03:54.87] Woo-woo\n[03:56.24] Tip-top, my nigga\n[03:57.86] L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang\n[03:59.85] We love you, bloody\n[04:01.24] You was right, my nigga, this motherfucker a hit\n[04:04.90] PDL, PDL\n[04:07.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bang Freestyle\n  artist: \"The Game\\0\\uFEFF\"\n  album: Paisley Dreams\n  duration_ms: 255765\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We all know niggas that's hard\n  start_ms: 30\n  end_ms: 1460\n- text: At seven o'clock in the motherfuckin' mornin'\n  start_ms: 1460\n  end_ms: 2960\n- text: You like, \"Nigga, wait a minute, nigga\n  start_ms: 2960\n  end_ms: 5890\n- text: You angry at breakfast, nigga?\n  start_ms: 5890\n  end_ms: 8830\n- text: You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is-\"\n  start_ms: 8830\n  end_ms: 13380\n- text: Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n  start_ms: 13380\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Blood in, blood out\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: Woo, woo, huh\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: Life fucked up\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 24730\n- text: Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n  start_ms: 24730\n  end_ms: 30840\n- text: I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n  start_ms: 30840\n  end_ms: 33580\n- text: I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n  start_ms: 33580\n  end_ms: 36160\n- text: I bang for the gangsta hoes\n  start_ms: 36160\n  end_ms: 39390\n- text: I bang for Pasadena rose\n  start_ms: 39390\n  end_ms: 41180\n- text: I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n  start_ms: 41180\n  end_ms: 43530\n- text: I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n  start_ms: 43530\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 48800\n- text: I bang that heat, I bang for free\n  start_ms: 48800\n  end_ms: 51470\n- text: I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n  start_ms: 51470\n  end_ms: 53880\n- text: I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n  start_ms: 53880\n  end_ms: 56110\n- text: I put the B in B-A-N-G\n  start_ms: 56110\n  end_ms: 58870\n- text: Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n  start_ms: 58870\n  end_ms: 61400\n- text: Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n  start_ms: 61400\n  end_ms: 64350\n- text: I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n  start_ms: 64350\n  end_ms: 66750\n- text: I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n  start_ms: 66750\n  end_ms: 69360\n- text: I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n  start_ms: 69360\n  end_ms: 71770\n- text: I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n  start_ms: 71770\n  end_ms: 75770\n- text: I bang baby mothers\n  start_ms: 75770\n  end_ms: 77040\n- text: I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n  start_ms: 77040\n  end_ms: 79470\n- text: I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n  start_ms: 79470\n  end_ms: 81370\n- text: From the City of Roses\n  start_ms: 81370\n  end_ms: 83980\n- text: Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 83980\n  end_ms: 86330\n- text: From the top to the low end\n  start_ms: 86330\n  end_ms: 89030\n- text: All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  start_ms: 89030\n  end_ms: 91380\n- text: Come through hittin' corners\n  start_ms: 91380\n  end_ms: 94360\n- text: All you hear is, \"Bang! 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This is-\"\n\n  Stuck in this shit, my nigga\n  Blood in, blood out\n  Woo, woo, huh\n  Life fucked up\n  Stuck in quicksand, nigga, and still wigglin'\n\n  I'll bang 'til the banging's gone\n  I bang for the cause, I bang for the dawgs\n  I bang for the gangsta hoes\n  I bang for Pasadena rose\n\n  I bang on a bitch and I click, I'm gone\n  I chose to bang when I R-A-P\n  I chose to bang 'cause bangers love beef\n  I bang that heat, I bang for free\n  I bang when I sleep, I bang them freaks\n  I bang hearings like judges 'til you cop a plea\n  I put the B in B-A-N-G\n  Been bangin' ever since a baby G\n\n  Before I walked, I banged on my knees\n  I'll bang with nines, I bang one time\n  I won't stop bangin' 'til the hood is mine\n  I bang when I grind, I bang and shine\n  I bang, bang, bang like John Witherspoon on Wayans Brothers\n  I bang baby mothers\n  I bang undercovers, when I bang, I smother\n  I bang like no other, bang that thang, make you stutter\n\n  From the City of Roses\n  Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  From the top to the low end\n  All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  Come through hittin' corners\n  All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n  For all my fallen soldiers\n  We can go bang, bang, bang\n\n  I banged 'bout a dozen bangin' tracks\n  Not a studio banger, but I bang on wax\n  I banged up my son so hard, he banged back\n  In this bangin' arena, I own bang belts\n  Love bangin' so much, this banger need help\n  When I walk past mirrors, I bang on myself\n\n  I'll bang out your teeth like the cavity creeps\n  I bang between the sheets, slidin' out of a freak\n  With 20 1-8-7s, I'm labeled Banger of the Week\n  For them ki's and cheese, I'll bang with these\n  I bang with ease when I'm off them trees\n  I'll bang in the 'Lac, bucket, Benz or SUV\n\n  It don't matter to me, I'll bang on call\n  Whether buster, banger, bitch, I'll bang on 'em all\n  Disrespect your whole hood, bang on the wall\n  Bang in courts and malls, don't never think you safe\n  Bang in bathroom stalls, public or private place\n  While you're sayin' your grace, I'll bang off your face\n  Bang your brains on a plate, bang your moms at your wake\n  Bang, escape without a trace\n\n  Bangin' sound blessed 'cause I bang with the best\n  If I don't bang, this banger don't rest\n  A lot of bangers frontin', I'll bang for nothin'\n  I'll bang your relative just for callin' me cousin\n  Bullshit ain't nothin'\n\n  From the City of Roses\n  Where they go to bang, bang, bang\n  From the top to the low end\n  All we do is bang, bang, bang\n  Come through hittin' corners\n  All you hear is, \"Bang! Bang! Bang!\"\n  For all my fallen soldiers\n  We can go bang, bang, bang\n\n  I bang like the Olympic Vince Carter\n  I bang to survive where gangbangin' started\n  When I bang, they gon' think the feds knockin'\n  Bang like it's a Hit-Boy beat, and niggas' heads rockin'\n  Bang so much, I'm like a whole gang\n  I banged on me and jacked myself for my own chain\n  Then I banged two bitches last night\n  From Cedar block to Cedars-Sinai for snitches last night\n\n  Banged out my mind, ain't no personal gain\n  Suicides on the '67, Kurt Cobain\n  Bang on me, a nigga shirt gon' stain\n  And I put that on my daughter and her gold chain\n  Black thoughts, but the lights be on\n  Remind me of the night I put Ant and Mikey on\n  Bang in my Chucks, bang with these Nikes on\n  I look like thirty niggas in Nordstrom's, a shiesty zone\n  I'm bangin'\n\n  This dedicated to the homie Welo\n  Big Welo, my nigga\n  Know what I'm talkin' about? 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They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)\n[02:46.45] Should I tell 'em Blood? (Naw, fuck 'em loc)\n[02:49.39] Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes\n[02:52.02] (Dash, brake, bounce and scrape)\n[02:54.06] Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's\n[02:56.57] (Bang) like Eazy, (Bang) like Dre\n[02:58.15] (Bang) like Snoop, (Bang) in L.A.\n[03:01.66] (Bang) like Crips and Bloods\n[03:03.40] From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoody get stripped in the club\n[03:06.27] Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club\n[03:09.03] You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club\n[03:11.60] No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club\n[03:13.97] And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club\n[03:16.55] So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club\n[03:19.22] Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs\n[03:21.80] Remember that\n[03:36.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bang (Album Version (Explicit))\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary / Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You got them funny ass colors on, take it off\n  start_ms: 12670\n  end_ms: 14350\n- text: '{If you in the club with ice on we takin'' off}'\n  start_ms: 14350\n  end_ms: 16780\n- text: (I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off)\n  start_ms: 16780\n  end_ms: 19240\n- text: What?\n  start_ms: 19240\n  end_ms: 20120\n- text: (Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on)\n  start_ms: 20120\n  end_ms: 21120\n- text: Gettin' my bang on, red strings on\n  start_ms: 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Call the police\nSomebody help me, please\nOk stay with me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: gang bang anyway\n  artist: The game\n  album: Album\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder\n  My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb\n  Tell his family get them black clothes\n  Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold\n  I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains\n  Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change\n  Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage\n  Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze\n  Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams\n  You only gangsta through your bop screen\n  Might set the reason for the crime scene\n  Fill up the city with madness\n  We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic\n  Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric\n  Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots\n  Heard drive-bys everyday\n  Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway\n  Uh, yeah, Figg side\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n\n  B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos\n  Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window\n  The chopper make you limbo\n  Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central\n  Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis\n  Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's\n  Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal\n  'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield\n  East side, west side, niggas getting chastised\n  Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die\n  We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown\n  A 15 second clip until he put the gun down\n  Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics\n  Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics\n  Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish\n  Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it\n  Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n\n  Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga\n  Let the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga\n  From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga\n  From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga\n  (Watch out for the shooters)\n  Same age as the kids in Iraq now\n  LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now\n  Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background\n  Grandmother get shot walking out the church\n  How that sound?\n  Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it\n  City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it\n  Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black\n  Started off unified the FBI know that\n  A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack\n  False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt\n  Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back\n  Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak\n  And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback\n  Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack\n  Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains\n  Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs\n  Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)\n  Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug\n  And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood\n  Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was\n  We know the history and we know the shit could end any day\n\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Crips, primarily African American gang\n  Though we still gang bang anyway, uh\n  Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969\n  By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams\n  Though we still gang bang anyway\n  Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide\n  Associated with the blue bandana\n  Bloods, also primarily African American\n  Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton\n  By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens\n  A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips\n  Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide\n  The government still can't contain us\n  And our fate was sealed forever\n  When 17 year old LA brim Frederick \"Lil Country\" Garrett\n  Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972\n\n  Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?\n  If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river\n  Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow\n  Alright cuz\n  What's happening Fred?\n  Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no\n  Please, oh my God\n  Somebody help me\n  Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police\n  Somebody help me, please\n  Ok stay with me\n"},{"id":31434207,"name":"You Know, I Know (The Game Of Love)","trackName":"You Know, I Know (The Game Of Love)","artistName":"Bang!","albumName":"The Very Best of 90s - 4","duration":193.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bang\nMiscellaneous\nYou Know, I Know\nLove is here, love is there anytime and anywhere\nThe game of love we know, the game of love we know\nGot to get it, got to get it. Touch the love and hold it\nYou know and I know. It's the game of love\nSearching through the night. Love will make it right\nSearching through the dark looking for the light\nIt's the game that we play every night and day\nYou know and I know, you know and I know\n\nYou know, I know, you and I know\nT the game of love\n(It's love, it's love)\nYou know, I know, you and I know\nThe game of love\n(You know, I know).\nYou've got to share the game\n\nWe know what to do, we know what to do\nThe game of love is what we need\nWe've got to see it through\nWe know what to do, we know what to do\nThe game of love is what we need\nWe've got to see it through\n\nThe game of love is easy, ... sure\nYou know and I know, we need ... more\nOpen up the door, open up the door\nYou know and I know, you know and I know","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Know, I Know (The Game Of Love)\n  artist: Bang!\n  album: The Very Best of 90s - 4\n  duration_ms: 193000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bang\n  Miscellaneous\n  You Know, I Know\n  Love is here, love is there anytime and anywhere\n  The game of love we know, the game of love we know\n  Got to get it, got to get it. Touch the love and hold it\n  You know and I know. It's the game of love\n  Searching through the night. Love will make it right\n  Searching through the dark looking for the light\n  It's the game that we play every night and day\n  You know and I know, you know and I know\n\n  You know, I know, you and I know\n  T the game of love\n  (It's love, it's love)\n  You know, I know, you and I know\n  The game of love\n  (You know, I know).\n  You've got to share the game\n\n  We know what to do, we know what to do\n  The game of love is what we need\n  We've got to see it through\n  We know what to do, we know what to do\n  The game of love is what we need\n  We've got to see it through\n\n  The game of love is easy, ... sure\n  You know and I know, we need ... more\n  Open up the door, open up the door\n  You know and I know, you know and I know\n"}]