Gcang Anthem
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
They know I'm from the Trey
Aka moving gang
Internet claiming
Nah it aint the same thing
Them killers really put in work
It's a gang thang
I asked what's that hood he from
Now he don't gang bang
Either you Crip blood or GD
We don't lane change
Twisting your fingers rocking colors
Like you part of gang
We'll pull up on you act a monkey
Go retarded gang
A thousand deep up in your party
Like an army gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
I kept it real with the streets
So yeah the hood with me
You want the smoke I want the smoke
I hope your hood with it
Creep up on your block
Whip full of gang members
Ain't going be no lynching
Reason why they came with me
I got homies in the grave
Doing a bid in prison
Speak on the dead homies name
We gone come and get you
Pistol whip you mask off
So now you know who did it
Official with it
Been out here thuggin
Before the Crippin
This is the city
You come and visit
And end up missing
Bang for the set homie
We don't do no set tripping
Gang to the death of me
R.I.P Tookie Williams
Say that they gone murder me
But I run with real killers
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
They know I'm from the Trey
Aka moving gang
Internet claiming
Nah it aint the same thing
Them killers really put in work
It's a gang thang
I asked what's that hood he from
Now he don't gang bang
Either you Crip blood or GD
We don't lane change
Twisting your fingers rocking colors
Like you part of gang
We'll pull up on you act a monkey
Go retarded gang
A thousand deep up in your party
Like an army gang
Gang gang gang gang
Gang bang
Bang gang
Gang bang
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gang gang gang gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Any Sign of disrespect
We gone tear the club up
Shawty, say she want a thug
I only got that gangster love
Twisting your fingers up
Hold up
What you throwing up
No we don't color bang
Since day one
Never lane changed
So, if you really with it
Lil homie rep where you from
Like lil john
Let me see you get crunk
Put, put your hood up
ATL stomp
If it comes down to it
You gone buss your gun
Play it you want
Like I won't get buck
Gone press your luck
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
They know I'm from the
Trey aka moving gang
Internet claiming
Nah it aint the same thing
Them killers really put in work
It's a gang thang
I asked what's that hood he from
Now he don't gang bang
Either you Crip blood or GD
We don't lane change
Twisting your fingers rocking colors
Like you part of gang
We'll pull up on you act a monkey
Go retarded gang
One thousand deep up in your party
Like an army gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
They know I'm from the Trey
Aka moving gang
Internet claiming
Nah it aint the same thing
Them killers really put in work
It's a gang thang
I asked what's that hood he from
Now he don't gang bang
Either you Crip blood or GD
We don't lane change
Twisting your fingers rocking colors
Like you part of gang
We'll pull up on you act a monkey
Go retarded gang
A thousand deep up in your party
Like an army gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
I kept it real with the streets
So yeah the hood with me
You want the smoke I want the smoke
I hope your hood with it
Creep up on your block
Whip full of gang members
Ain't going be no lynching
Reason why they came with me
I got homies in the grave
Doing a bid in prison
Speak on the dead homies name
We gone come and get you
Pistol whip you mask off
So now you know who did it
Official with it
Been out here thuggin
Before the Crippin
This is the city
You come and visit
And end up missing
Bang for the set homie
We don't do no set tripping
Gang to the death of me
R.I.P Tookie Williams
Say that they gone murder me
But I run with real killers
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
They know I'm from the Trey
Aka moving gang
Internet claiming
Nah it aint the same thing
Them killers really put in work
It's a gang thang
I asked what's that hood he from
Now he don't gang bang
Either you Crip blood or GD
We don't lane change
Twisting your fingers rocking colors
Like you part of gang
We'll pull up on you act a monkey
Go retarded gang
A thousand deep up in your party
Like an army gang
Gang gang gang gang
Gang bang
Bang gang
Gang bang
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gang gang gang gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Any Sign of disrespect
We gone tear the club up
Shawty, say she want a thug
I only got that gangster love
Twisting your fingers up
Hold up
What you throwing up
No we don't color bang
Since day one
Never lane changed
So, if you really with it
Lil homie rep where you from
Like lil john
Let me see you get crunk
Put, put your hood up
ATL stomp
If it comes down to it
You gone buss your gun
Play it you want
Like I won't get buck
Gone press your luck
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
They know I'm from the
Trey aka moving gang
Internet claiming
Nah it aint the same thing
Them killers really put in work
It's a gang thang
I asked what's that hood he from
Now he don't gang bang
Either you Crip blood or GD
We don't lane change
Twisting your fingers rocking colors
Like you part of gang
We'll pull up on you act a monkey
Go retarded gang
One thousand deep up in your party
Like an army gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, bang
Bang, gang
Gang, bang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Little
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