**Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang Bang, Bang Bang!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang Bang, Bang Bang!!** [x2] [Dr. Dre] Everyday is the same thang L.A. ain't changed Niggaz still playa hatin', but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now 'cause these niggaz is bangin' ten times harder now Niggaz ringin' they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin' the window down ([Eminem] Hey can we talk it out?) ([Hittman] Nah, Get the fuck out!) Johnny got a shotgun and he ain't strong enough to cock one Fuck tryin' to job hunt Niggaz got AKs, niggaz is way crazier than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin' Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin' a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worse It takes half the time to get your whole life reversed Always tryin' to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode Bang Bang, Bang Bang!! **Chorus** [x2] [Knoc Turn'al] Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives, anytime Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out in every light But you in the site of youngsters with automatics Bustin' on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates These days gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner Cali niggaz are dumpin' You'll be shakin' your soul loose from the box at the coroners Makin' death not so foreign to you Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's With enough ammo to leave an armoured truck Swiss cheese I'm learned to stay away from house parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin' Ain't no warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn **Chorus** [Hittman] Now tell me - what the fuck is this man? Niggaz doin' brothers in worse than the klan Can't even stand in front of your buildin' and chill without yieldin' Twelve year old children that kill, blood spillin', thugs be illin' Unnecessary slugs fillin' the sky, usually drillin' the one that wasn't willin' to die Yes sir, in the killing field I got my life preserver And I'll do my time for murder These niggaz got the nerve to question me 'bout the colours I got on Now see that red dot on your knot? 'Bout to get your whole crew shot on A soldier of fortune, I'm the wrong man to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist - peep this I cock back, you bow down Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this **Chorus** [x3] | ||||||
