Artist: Lounge Lo Album: Drop City S.I.M.P.S.O.N. Song: Gang Out Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lounge Lo] Why you talk like that? Why you talk like that? Yo, why..... why... my god.... Why.... yo.... yoooooo..... [Lounge Lo] Somebody said clock was wired, yo Dottie Hit me up and let me know if the shots are fired We can linger, tell Stringer, that the blocks for hire I pop the ecst', hit the chick, when my cock got higher And niggas fronting like the Stat don't rock I told ya'll, before niggas that the Stat wack cops Bang bang, up in the blood clot I'm sitting in the coupe, two-seat platinum spokes What up duke? It's me again, he again Hallelujah, dooya, it's Beez again I cut ya knees off and send a note to ya crib With a ransom on it, never stop blamping on it I sip Henny for many niggas I lost Any niggas I lost, any niggas I lost I got a forty for any nigga that come The bigger the mouth, bigger the gun, and I'mma get shorty [Chorus: Lounge Lo] Gang out, bloods and crips Thugs and kings, niatas, all niggas bug for cream Gang out, pop the hammer, lock the slammer Watch for them cops with the red dot cameras Gang out, fuck you up and take yo whip Then leave you out for dead while I rape the strip Gang out, grams, the o's, the o's, the 8's 8's, the halves, niggas can't hold no weight [Lounge Lo] There's a war going on outside, no man is safe from The place I call home, where it's surrounded by gates I'm a tiger, lion and a ape, all in one It's the season of the vick, let me slam the eight Cowards is lame-o, acting like B won't do it I'm not your homey, the one that's not gonna pull it I'm the kid that run with a bullet, why you talking so wreckless Now test it, one of my bullets And where I'm from, yo we crack them lids, around the corner From my building, is a whole bunch of African kids I live and die for the hood, infascinated by ones Did I say money, I meant to say guns So gettin' they head popped is nothing, I do what I got to do Fuck with my kin, then I shoot who I gotta shoot Nigga it's me, I'm back in the business The business done slacked up, I'm back with a vengeance [Chorus] [Lounge Lo] I got a team that'll rush the crib, crack the safe Hit the jackpot, cut you up and snuff the kids Re-arrange ya whole face with a rusty razor My guns go off and shoot like them LA Lakers How you figure that the hood is better, where I'm from My hood's straight lugers, rugers and rettas Park Hill is you with me? What we do for cheddar And for a ten dollar bag put two in ya leather I done lost, so there's nothing to lose, rap is good Rap money comes slow, crack money I choose Ya'll niggas don't fucked up for letting me in I'm bringing my tech, ya'll gon' respect my kin Man, it's nothing, unless my gun go off And do the knowledge to ya dun, while my son show off And annoyed at the game, the game ain't shit no more I still bang, plus I spit the raw, Park Hill's finest nigga... [Chorus]