The Game — Bang Along

[Chorus] One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds Three for the switches, middle finger for the police Nigga wit' a attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds Three for the switches, middle finger for the police Nigga wit' a attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side [Verse 1] Yo, I used to dribble the rock down the block in '94 Shoot the courts out when Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me 12 years old with the hunnies on me Patrick Ewings on, I kept the fresh kicks Take a nigga out his Jordan's if the motherfuckers fit (they fit) They fit so I'm back up the block Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box In front of the crack spot fiends fightin' over crack rock Dimes the size of golf balls, yeah, them shits was that hot He had them black Locs on like MC Ren And Deebo came through in the hood in that coke-white Benz Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims Before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims It was a little nigga in Compton, five foot ten He was dope as a motherfucker, I wanted to be like him [Chorus] One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds Three for the switches, middle finger for the police Nigga wit' a attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds Three for the switches, middle finger for the police Nigga wit' a attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side [Verse 2] Fuck it, I ain't gon' lie, homie I used to do the Hammer Dance Make it worse, I had steel toes on and hammer pants Fucked up right? That's when my pops had the weight He had to blow while I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes Got my ass whooped for takin' the Duck Hunt gun outside In my window watchin' all the kids have fun outside Ice cream truck makin' noise, I want to run outside But I'ma get my ass whooped again if I run outside Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair I asked her did she want to hump me, she was like, "I don't care" So I took off her training bra, that's when she got scared She wanted me to be her boyfriend, so I was like, "Yeah" I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head "When I'm alone in my room" I can't remember what he said But I know Uncle Luke, bitch give me some head It go.. [Chorus] One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds Three for the switches, middle finger for the police Nigga wit' a attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds Three for the switches, middle finger for the police Nigga wit' a attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side [Verse 3] Shit, I'm grown now pops in jail, I'm on my own now Got my first kilo and my brick phone now Two door Cutlass, sittin' on that chrome now Headed to the county jail, two T's comin' home now Yeah, homie, shit changed, nigga's don't bang like they used to And I can't dunk like I used to, niggas don't move fast enough When they hear the *WOO WOOP* And takin' fades is played out like Fubu I got a TV in the dash watchin' Friday 21, no felon, tell them niggas, crime pay Red rag in my pocket, doin' it my way Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways Four amps, 15s beatin' the trunk Try to jack me for my shit? Gotta beat me to the pump, punk I'm on my gangsta shit nigga wit' a attitude On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit [Chorus] One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds Three for the switches, middle finger for the police Nigga wit' a attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds Three for the switches, middle finger for the police Nigga wit' a attitude, I will not let it die Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side [Outro] Hey Lo, I'm a take these nigga's back man Back to the number 4 Jordans, nigga, them shits were sway Remember those motherfuckas? Had the number 4 Jordans, man When the new shits got old, we couldn't afford the new ones, man So we went to motherfuckin' Payless and got that black shoe polish Put so much shoe polish on them motherfuckas tryin' to keep them shiny black that them motherfuckas turned leather! Or like when the motherfuckin' ice cream nigga came through I remember the nigga name, it was Hector, man And he would come through in the ice cream truck And got all the motherfuckin' stickers on the ice cream truck Like he just ballin' crazy out the game This nigga got stickers of motherfuckin' ice cream sandwiches Strawberry short cakes, UFOs, motherfuckin' big sticks Then you ask this nigga do he got any of them motherfucka's he talkin' about All he got is Now & Laters What the fuck you in an ice cream truck for then, Hector? Get the fuck out of here, man Shit, look at these niggas now man all these funny clothes and jackets and all fuckin' little.. This lookin' fuckin' crazy, man I'mma keep it gangsta on these niggas yo Nigga's can't fuck with me, man, I'm a on that motherfuckin' 1990 Straight Outta Compton express Yourself Eazy E jerry curl drippin' MC Ren, black loc straight out the swap meet Dr. Dre black Khaki's black tee shirt Motherfuckin' gold rope around my neck DJ Yella Raider motherfuckin' hat to the back Ice Cube suck my motherfuckin' dick shit Bitches