• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Bang Out - Snoop Dogg
• Punch & Judy - XTC
• Bang Out - Tech N9ne
• PUNK OUT - Suicide Machines
• PUNK OUT - The Suicide Machines
• Pink Tea - Alien Ant Farm
• Bang Out - Hell Rell
• Pancake Day - Leisure Society
• Punk Weight - Death Grips
• Bangkit - Rocket Rockers
• Pink Tie - This Wild Life
• Pink Tee - Franchize
• Bang Out - Grafh
• Bang It! - Frontline

Bang out, til the sun comes up
The wheels fall off in the parking lot
Cause I bang out, keep my glock in hand
While you posted up, chillin' wit cha mans
Bang out, won't catch me sleepin
While you in the club, rollin' out the keys
Cause I bang out,shots go off quick
Catch yo' ass buck naked while you wit ya bitch
Cause I bang out
I toss up the set
I walk up in this bitch with some gold on my neck
Yeah nigga, I controlling the set, rock and rollin' the bitch
Then grab a hold of my dick, I pop a hole in ya click
See you don't wanna fuck with this
One nigga found on the ground, we don't fuck around
D-O-double G pound, L-B-C style
Victory is mine,and I'm gonna shine
Ain't no need to try, can't stop my grind
Keep my pen in hand, going line from line
If you didn't know just press rewind, Victory is mine
Bang out, til the sun comes up
The wheels fall off in the parking lot
Cause I bang out, keep my glock in hand
While you posted up, chillin' wit cha mans
Bang out, won't catch me sleepin
While you in the club, rollin' out the keys
Cause I bang out,shots go off quick
Catch yo' ass buck naked while you wit ya bitch
Cause I bang out
Eastside, Long Beach, rolling twenties
Yup, we fully wooded,
Yeah, we wear the black and gold coats
With patch on the back that says, "Steelers"
Bang out!
A lot niggas wanna do us but they can't
Cause it's hard to get wit us
Watch out for them sliders, boy we riders
Heavy hitters, Eastsidaz, yeah (Bang out!)
We shoot first, talk later
Nigga, yaw paid her, doggy-dog sprayed her
Then I slid away, smooth little get-away
Did it wit a chill of that, (sniff, sniff)
I gonna need a hit a day
I live my life like I was John F. Kenne-day
(Hm, naw) I won't be sent away, fuck a cop, non-stop
Twenty Crip, all day
Bang out, til the sun comes up
The wheels fall off in the parking lot
Cause I bang out, keep my glock in hand
While you posted up, chillin' wit cha mans
Bang out, won't catch me sleepin
While you in the club, rollin' out the keys
Cause I bang out,shots go off quick
Catch yo' ass buck naked while you wit ya bitch
Cause I bang out
Victory is mine,and I'm gonna shine
Ain't no need to try, can't stop my grind
Keep my pen in hand, going line from line
If you didn't know just press rewind, Victory is mine
Yeah nigga, back bangin' (ha-ha-ha)
It's the Big Boss Dogg nigga
Snoop D-O-double G (Bang Out!)
R and G nigga, Rhythm and Gangsta
The Masterpiece
Fuckin' these niggas up once again (Yeah, Yeah)

Gather 'round!
Punch and Judy,
Did it truly,
And were married in a haste,
In love, maybe,
Using the baby,
as a kind of romance paste,
She's grown fatter,
Her hair cut shorter,
Looks much older than nineteen,
He's a drinker,
Not a thinker,
Baby spoiled his could-have-been.
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
Punch and Judy.
Punch and Judy,
In a semi,
On a brand new council plot,
Sunday lunchtime,
Beer-for-Punch time,
While his dinner's far from hot,
She grows tired,
Cab is hired,
She goes round to see her friend,
He comes back late,
Fool is irate,
We will see his temper bend.
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
Punch and Judy,
In a quandary,
She's walked out, and he is mad.
Now he's grown up,
Can't smash home up,
Retribution must be had.
Punch and Judy,
Had a baby,
Who brought them to married bliss.
Mr Punch,
Has drunken hunch,
That he must punish kid for this
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?

Fuck with nina if you want to cum
Ain't no slackin' in my tappin' bitch I pump for fun
Got these bad bitches at the bar and a bunch of rum
Wanna fuck tech so I guess they wanna jump the gun
They want me to bang out
That's what I do when my thang out
Then I'm gonna put it right in they mouth
Beat the poninie til one them say ouch
Riigghhtt
If they came to nina with tight cats
They into loose as a goose they pussies to ice packs
Real life jack
They can be white black
Nice fat
Just need a crevace to put my pipe at
So when we bang out baby fight back

You're the only one in the world that you care about
Makes me wanna run and hide my head
It's hard for me to tell you how I feel-
cause there's nothing real
Makes me wanna run and hide my head
God only knows what'll keep me alive
because everybody's turning 25
and I haven't got a word to say to you
Honor role when I was 13, head over heels when
someone kissed me When I needed someone
You weren't there
I'm sorry....
You know that you scare me when you act this way
Makes me wanna run and hide my head
It's hard for me to tell if you're serious- or if you're joking

You¡¯re the only one in the world that you care about
Makes me wanna run and hide my head
It¡¯s hard for me to tell you how I feel ¨C
¡®Cause there¡¯s nothing real
Makes me wanna run and hide my head
God only knows what¡¯ll keep me alive
Because everybody¡¯s turning 25 Listen | Buy
And I haven¡¯t got a word to say to you
Honor role when I was 13, head over heels when someone kissed me
When I needed someone you weren¡¯t there
I¡¯m sorry¡­ (Repeat 14x)
Hey, Hey, Hey (Repeat 6x)
You know that you scare me when you act this way
Makes me wanna run and hide my head
It¡¯s hard for me to tell if you¡¯re serious ¨C or if you¡¯re joking
Makes me wanna run and hide my head
And God only knows what¡¯ll keep us from dying
Because every time I look around I see life as a big lie
Yeah, everybody¡¯s saying ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m the one¡±, yeah
¡°Everybody come running to me¡±
But that¡¯s not how it works and it never did
I¡¯m sorry¡­ (Repeat 14x)
You know that I¡¯m sorry it had to be this way
Things got fucked up, but that¡¯s okay
I¡¯m sorry¡­I¡¯m sorry¡­
You know that I¡¯m sorry it had to be this way
Things got fucked up, but that¡¯s okay
I¡¯m sorry¡­I¡¯m sorry¡­
Hey, Hey, Hey (Repeat 6x)

On bright days, make sundaes!
And tea time, is always
In short time with sunlight
We're gunna wait
To drink a cup of lots of love
We'll hopefully earase all the doubts
And you would be my dear
And I will drink a lonely...
Spring is here
And we're in full swing
Spring is here
And we're in full swing
Now bounce for fake showers
And wash away drought spouters
Don't corrup slide tweleve feet
Stir the potient and get me high
So we stir and we stir
And mix a drink I'll leave so pure
Recoups of gain represent
A short but sweet relations...
Spring is here
And we're in full swing
Spring is here
And we're in full swing
So we stir and we stir
And mix a drink I'll leave so pure
Recoups of gain represent
A short but sweet relations...
Spring is here
And we're in full swing
Spring is here

[Hell Rell]
Yo this lil' nigga from my hood was like, "Yo Hell Rell"
"Remember 'fore you want to jail and shit
you used send me to the store for dutches?"
(Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'm like, "Yeah"
He like, "Now I'm sendin niggaz to the store for dutches man" (Worrd?)
"Puttin in work, I bang out"
I said, "Lil' nigga I don't give a fuck man"
"I just got my hand on two AR-15's, and a pump with a pistol grip, what's good?"
I'm bangin out! If a nigga lay a finger on my head
A nigga moms gon' end up dead, I said
I'm bangin out! For Weeks Ave, the block I'm from
For the hood I'ma bust my gun, fo' sho'
I'm bangin out! Like DeNiro, up in _Heat_
Hold court in the middle of the streets, nigga
I'm bangin out! C'mon, Hell Rell
Fuck with me on this one man, I'm bangin out man
It go red light, green light, bang bang bang
Another nigga slain, somebody moms feel the pain
The streets don't care, just soak up the blood
Move on to the next thug, I'm movin the best drugs
O.G. from the hood, we was cool since '89
Gave me a Ru' P-89, told me shoot if a nigga try me (bang)
Might get shot if you look at me wrong
I'm just - itchin to hit him, I'm bangin fresh out of prison
A killer with straight intentions of mashin 'em with a vengeance
Put me back in, go to the box, finish my sentence
I don't wanna be around nobody
I'm stabbin so they don't put me around nobody
You shouldn't be on the corner unless you profit
Bangin out like you got my nephew hostage
Busters can't hold me, SWAT can't control me
When I get to dumpin that K-10 in your gold teeth
Teeth, and I'm a monster I said
At departure I said, greet your father I said
6 million ways to die, choose one
I'm sittin on old max, the killer with new guns
You wan' test the rocket launcher? Well c'mon
A hundred shots'll go off and watch your family mourn
And one phone call'll make your whole family gone
Leave your family tree burnt down, y'all sittin in urns now
Bangin out like a nigga got money on my head
Kill a hit man so he don't collect the bread
Bangin out like I'm in a stash house full of bricks
And it's comin to get robbed by some niggaz with some fifths
Bangin out nigga!
Gotta take my change, bangin out
You ain't disrespectin me I'm bangin out
Fuck y'all niggaz, I'm bangin out

Ain't it sad the vicar lost his face
The congregation warned them not to stray
They ran him out of town
He's always getting caught with his trousers down
I declare myself unfit to breathe
I drink, I smoke and lies have stained my teeth
I'm not an evil man
On pancake day I lent you my frying pan
Blaze a joint and get my homies round
Our neighbours keep complaining 'bout the sound
"Turn it down", they say
Relax, biatch, it's Snoop Dogg and Dr Dre

Hot shit, cold shit
Ok muthafucka lets do this
Came ta make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness
Comin through, again and again conduit
Why dem hands wave to
High to it
Wild fire through your city
Wild fire through your whip me
Into lightning two
K'nt hit three
Strikes dug out dated
Fools no dig me
End beat limbo, baba spitting
Blood in slow mo, la la chimney
Warholian nightmare
Storm the gates
25 8, twelve gauge pun2k weight
(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)
Stick and move, leave no proof
Discard directly after use
Forensics on that wild goose
Follow my footprints into loops
Cuz I'm too high, too high
Feel like I'm never ever
Gonna come down
Scale richtor pun2k weight
Of dis sound
Down break dead space
And make it drop
Ta da street beneath
Your ghetto box
Slap da beat till the
Floor boards crack
Neath da weight of dis lic, step back
Off in the rhythm like
Beta in the bong
Got ta givem makem
Sway like palms
In da wind my lip blow
Mic spray kyrlon
25 8 til da break of dawn
(War war)
Guerilla bass, straight from the trenches, posers impaled on picket
Fences... how ta rest your head in roach infested basements and smoke pun2k
Weight for breakfast...
Chop shop lifted bump til da tape deck break, ask samo how he flipped that
Material girls pancakes... as zydeco copper kettles
Liquor sto, sellin singles
Mug shots out, to my people
Rollin I double l spread eagle
Hear flow dan spit EVIL

Menantang hari coba tuk temui semua rasa benci dan segala aral menanti
Blah! bosan ku melihat semua pecundang, membabi buta teriak tanpa alasan
Menghabisi teman puh! ludahi kawan, merasa benar memaksa semua ambisi
Bangkit berontak, tak kuasa terus berdiam diri
Disni ku melawan, takkan ada lagi korban
Tarik kembali, semua hakikimu yang paling hakiki, dan tanpa ternoda
Bangkit, Bangkit
Raihlah semua kembali
Bebaskan gerak diri
Melangkah dengan pasti
Bangkit Bangkit
Temukan semua yang tlah hilang dan takkan lepas
Takkan ku lagi berdiam diri, coba tuk akhiri, segala yang kualami
Bangkit berontak, tak kuasa terus berdiam diri
Disini ku melawan takkan ada lagi korban
Tarik kembali semua hakkmu yang paling hakiki
dan tanpa ternoda
Bangkit! Bangkit!
Raihlah semua kembali!
Bebaskan gerak diri!
Melangkah dengan pasti!
Bangkit! Bangkit!
Raihlah semua kembali!

Got up and left without a warning.
A pregnant woman, on Easter morning.
You were never anything to miss.
Cause to me you did not exist.
But for that woman and that boy you left, I'm saying this.
I'll wear the bright pink tie you wore that day
I'll make the promises you failed to make
I'll be the man you'll never be
And you won't be around to see
The man my Mother made of me
With love my Brother set me free
I'll be the man you'll never be
And you'll have no part of this family
Your body's failing, heart is breaking
But you're too far gone now, you're not worth saving
You never put yourself aside, you just keep bringing seed to life
So I won't be at your bedside to watch you close your eyes and die
So I won't be at your bedside to hold your hand and say Goodbye
I thought I'd make your proud
But you're nowhere to be found
Maybe you'll live it down

Please say something....are you gay?
Not at all____ ok so like why do
people feel like they need to keep
Reinforcing that? Over and over….
Yup in my pink tee (x 3)
What in my pink tee, Huh in my pink tee
Yeah in my pink tee, what in my pink tee
Huh in my pink tee, yeah in my pink tee
What in my pink tee, huh in my pink tee
Yeah in my pink tee, What in my pink tee
Huh in my pink tee.
(Chorus Verse 1)
I look fruity in my pink tee
Weird in my pink tee. People think that I go both
Ways in my pink tee.
(Chorus Verse 2)
I look sweet in my pink tee
Funny in my pink tee, got a purple thong to go
Along with my pink tee, no drawers with my pink tee
Look lame in my pink tee; forget a female I get a man
With my pink tee
(Both choruses x2)
Step on the scene looking lame in a all pink shirt
Why I got this pink on when I’m black like dirt
All the men flirt I even got a pink hat
Girls wanna holla but don’t want none of that
I want me a man with a pink shirt to, so I can kiss him
On the check and say “that’s my boo”. How I wear a
Pink shirt and still feel like a man. Why I get aroused
When I see Killa’ Cam ‘cause
(1st half of verse 1 and 2nd half of verse 2
Then Chorus 2)
This has been a P.S.A. a public screen announcement
From_____ no grown man should wear pink, you look
Stink, pink is the color for newborn baby girls
Would you like your son to wear pink?
If you own a pink shirt take it in the backyard and burn it
Real men don’t wear pink, and if you like getting some
Next time you about to get some, see what color the
Inside of that something is THAT WILL SHOW YOU

[Grafh]
Holla at ya boy bitch!
Holla may day! may day!
We extort rappers before pay day
And I be on 106 & Park the same day (What!)
Trying to smash Free in front of A.J. (What!)
I hold heaters, it ain't safe (Huh?)
(Get that money man)
The chrome needle got busy like broke phone receivers
(Get that money man)
Blackhanders, stand up (Boom!)
Bitch, rock up cheap
With Knick's the size of Chris Rocks buck teeth (What!)
The clip click, pop up heat (What!)
Got a couple of B's, couple of C's
The only letter we never touch are the D's
(Get that money man)
Get it? Forget it
I'm stuck to the street like gums on my feet
Like uck dat money man, I get it hot man
[Chorus x2]
Bang out! Bang, Bang, Bang
Bang out! (We don't care, my nigga bang)
Bang, Bang, Bang out!
Bang, Bang, Bang (Get that money man)
[Grafh]
Hey, hey, hey
We eat that food, you starve when we see that food
I be that dude, that'll rob, you don't need that spoon
Bite the bullet with your weak ass tooth
The heat blast, you fade like a cheap tattoo, you bitch
(Get that money man)
You see that (Woot! Woot!)
Well we can't move
(Get that money man)
I got your girl in my jag drop (What?)
She's my brand new stash box
All in her purse I stash the glock
We ride right pass the cops like (Vroom!)
Like an express train flying pass your stock
(Get that money man)
Ask not, I be back on the block
Reppin my team like a Mascot (Holla Back!)
[Chorus x2]
[Grafh]
Hey, hey
When I'm up, I grind till my time's up
Till the sun shine up, I'm grindin' for mine (What!)
In my momma's kitchen trying to chop dimes up
Until the cops chop my moms up in a line up (What!)
If you need it, then sign up, sign up!
And please don't ask for a dime for five bucks
(Get that money man) Nah
And you wonder why I strive for the bus
Cause now they charge me like $1.25 for a dutch (What!)
I live by the sword and die in a cut
I die when it cuts, I'm a ridah
But who the fuck else gon' supply my lunch?
Huh, Huh (Get that money man)
Ok, I'm a grind till the swine provide the cuffs, bitch!

[Intro]
E-A (Bang It) Ski and CMT (Bang It)
Frontline, Frontline, Frontline
Bang It!
Frontline, Frontline, Frontline
I wanna bang It!
Frontline, Frontline, Frontline
Bang It!
[Locksmith]
This is it y'all, it y'all
Young Lock from out the Rich y'all
With the spit, I'm fully equipped y'all
When I step through the club, they having a fit y'all
Switch? Shit Naw!
This boy look like he already rich y'all
Good lord, she eyeing me
Moving up next to Left, trying to vibe for me
See Ski with me
See C with me
Plus Bo with me
Come flow with me
When I'm in the 'Sco get low with me
When I'm in the O, baby, come roll with me
Even got folks in the Valley-Joe city
Midwest, Down South, East Coast with me
Before the rap fame, baby, you were so iffy
I ain't tripping, lady, get ghost with me, c'mon
[Chorus/Locksmith] x2
When they play my song in the club, they bang it
See that thing on the floor? I'm gonna bang it
Your girl keep eyeing me, I wanna bang it
She too damn drunk, I probably won't bang it
[Left]
Left, in the building and I'm feelin' myself
I'm good with the ladies, I don't need no help
White tall tee
Crisp jeans
Force Ones dipped in bleach
Pearly white like some toddler's teeth
Hey, I - am - so - goddamn good
I shouldn't even be allowed to walk around, I'm young
I got O.G. game spilling off my tongue
No, can't - no-body - hold - me - down
Unless his name is Evan E. Loggins and that's my pops
He heard the album 4 months ago and said it's hot
So, I'm just gonna build up fans
Kiss babies and shake hands
And make sho'
Everybody else know
That the West Coast is back, now we ain't playin'
[Chorus] x2
[Locksmith]
Yes, indeed
Yes, it's me
Left and me
Back with the recipe
[Left]
Yes, it's I, yes, it's him
Gone awhile, but guess what, we back again
What? you thought we would come back strong as hell
Locked in the studio like jail
[Locksmith]
But gonna step out tonight, yes, it's on
Got a big couch in back to stretch you on
Can't come back with Lock, unless you grown
Gotta send you back to a separate home
[Left]
So give me a call on the office phone
E-mail me, put your girl in, it's on
[Chorus]
[Fade out/Locksmith]
They bang it
I'm gonna bang it
I wanna bang it
Bang it
They bang it