What 4
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you rock them red Ts and baggy clothes
Why Why Why Why
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you feel the need to keep a banger bro
Why Why Why Why
Why 'Cuz this is who i am
And this the life i chose and I'm in it til life ends
I'm sticking to the code and my bros do the same thing
If any of us don't then we know what this game brings
I stay flamed up so you know where I'm from
Fuck the pigs when it's hot we don't smoke with no guns
But we still mob the block shit gets real in the slums
Aint no set tripping around me every homie gets love
That's from the bowl to the bay and every city between
We snatch your soul for some fame get slumped dead in the street
Fuck being broke we need pay so all my people can eat
Master your craft dope enough so you can get you some cheese
And they don't want that a local chicano doing his thing
We fall and bounce back 'cuz we built like a fucking spring
I love the game you suckas be thinking this shits a fling
Forever striving free all my actives stuck in the clink
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you rock them red Ts and baggy clothes
Why Why Why Why
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you feel the need to keep a banger bro
Why Why Why Why
Why 'Cuz shit gets real
Everybody on the hype don't got to pop no pills
Nobody tryna fight they tryna pop that steel
No love in my state we yelling fuck yo feels
And fuck who squeels turn soft and go against the grain
Real homies strive through the struggle and smile through the pain
I stay blunt blowing so i can remain sane
Got the squad with me so you know its all gang gang
No way ill change stay solid like the rest of my clique
Throw them 4z up throw one less we on him like pits
But fuck a mutt too pussy ridah or snitch
The games cold watch for snakes might here them rattle or hiss
I'm staying true to this just like the homies before
And homies right now that are stuck in them walls
I'm stuck in the field stuck with this burner next to my balls
With my brothers United we stand and divide we fall
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you rock them red Ts and baggy clothes
Why Why Why Why
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you feel the need to keep a banger bro
Why Why Why Why
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you rock them red Ts and baggy clothes
Why Why Why Why
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you feel the need to keep a banger bro
Why Why Why Why
Why 'Cuz this is who i am
And this the life i chose and I'm in it til life ends
I'm sticking to the code and my bros do the same thing
If any of us don't then we know what this game brings
I stay flamed up so you know where I'm from
Fuck the pigs when it's hot we don't smoke with no guns
But we still mob the block shit gets real in the slums
Aint no set tripping around me every homie gets love
That's from the bowl to the bay and every city between
We snatch your soul for some fame get slumped dead in the street
Fuck being broke we need pay so all my people can eat
Master your craft dope enough so you can get you some cheese
And they don't want that a local chicano doing his thing
We fall and bounce back 'cuz we built like a fucking spring
I love the game you suckas be thinking this shits a fling
Forever striving free all my actives stuck in the clink
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you rock them red Ts and baggy clothes
Why Why Why Why
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you feel the need to keep a banger bro
Why Why Why Why
Why 'Cuz shit gets real
Everybody on the hype don't got to pop no pills
Nobody tryna fight they tryna pop that steel
No love in my state we yelling fuck yo feels
And fuck who squeels turn soft and go against the grain
Real homies strive through the struggle and smile through the pain
I stay blunt blowing so i can remain sane
Got the squad with me so you know its all gang gang
No way ill change stay solid like the rest of my clique
Throw them 4z up throw one less we on him like pits
But fuck a mutt too pussy ridah or snitch
The games cold watch for snakes might here them rattle or hiss
I'm staying true to this just like the homies before
And homies right now that are stuck in them walls
I'm stuck in the field stuck with this burner next to my balls
With my brothers United we stand and divide we fall
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you rock them red Ts and baggy clothes
Why Why Why Why
They tell me what you bangin' for
Why you do it Why you do it Why you do it
Why you feel the need to keep a banger bro
Why Why Why Why
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Writer(s): Peter Rodriguez
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