Hi, what's up, Grin? We them lawless motherfuckers, I don't give a *, I don't give a *, motherfuckers, how we bangin'?
So we comin' with that gangsta *, bangin' with the homie Grin, sippin' juice and gin, slangin' dozen tins, fuckin' with these twins
Bitches from Pomona, Lil' Monique and her sister, Miss Mona, twelve-packer Budweiser, OG style
Money made ho, got that cutie pie style, he in corners and the homies white-colored Supreme
Big time beat you off the triple ring, don't freeze, in the hood suckin' dick for a snort, bitch, don't fight the feeling like the homie too short
It's goin' down tonight like Sally Sell on the microphone, Al Green put me in that gangbanger zone
Somebody call me real OG, we even die, gangsta don't die, we hypnotize, stay high
Off that bomb sack that we be slangin', * a drive-by fool, this is how we bangin'
Cause this is how, cause this is how we bangin', homies, pippin' all the hoes, makin' all the dough
Strangin' all the hoes, pippin' all the hoes, pippin' all the hoes, pippin' all the hoes, pippin' all the hoes
Strangin' it to the side in a fat-ass ride, flippin' player haters off as they pass by
Cause this is how, cause this is how we bangin', homies, pippin' all the hoes, makin' all the dough
Strangin' it to the side in a fat-ass ride, flippin' player haters off as they pass by
Who really wanna * with these crazy-ass low-cow, and we mashin' in the crash
Slow got the stiz-ass, Nina Millie, gangstas, can you feel me?
For real, hey, got the Sizzak if you got the squiz-ach
Flip a bitch, hit the switch, turnin' tricks with my click
All my homies gettin' high off the *, better watch your back, you're probably gettin' jacked
Now we on the freeway, what's your 50 G's, eh?
Just an everyday thangin', we be bangin', kaki-zaggin' with the Mexican flag
Sippin' on the back window, Capone got a pound of that bombindo
You know how we do it, mobbin' right through it
Sippin' on the cognac, it's like an aphrodisiac
Actin' like some fools, you better watch my lil' homie smokin' coos
This is how we bang
This is how we bang
This is how we bangin'
Pippin' all the hoes, makin' all the dough
Straight leanin' to the side in the fat-ass ride
Flippin' black haters off as they pass by
Cause this is how, cause this is how we bangin'
Pippin' all the hoes, makin' all the dough
Straight leanin' to the side in the fat-ass ride
Flippin' black haters off as they pass by
With my steelo, banjo, don't dance
We bettin' G's, slangin' pounds and cut keys
Brontes, on the stolen, Lincoln Navigator
I wanna bounce, rock, skate
On your plaid haters, page the homeboy's lifetime
Hustlers undercover, youngsters fuckin'
Bitches with no rubbers
Bumpin' Merrywell's two lovers and not your shang
Give it up to them gangsters who got the gang
The poem made the cross, slow plane, put it down
Represent the crazy-ass color brand
The sly, the slick, now * that, we all that
Used to roll a regal, now I ride a Cadillac
Mr. Kingpin, handcuffed to the streets
Head hangin' down, see the shackles on my feet
Only * with them beats that make your head bangin' on the floor



Slap the host to her knees for the blowjob
Cuz this is how we bangin' hogs
Pippin' all the hoes, makin' all the dough
Straight leanin' to the side and the fat ass rock
Flippin' black haters off as they pass by
Cuz this is how we bangin' hogs
Pippin' all the hoes, makin' all the dough
Straight leanin' to the side and the fat ass rock
Flippin' black haters off as they pass by
Cuz this is how we bangin' hogs
Pippin' all the hoes, makin' all the dough
Straight leanin', to the side and the fat ass rock



it to the side in a fat ass ride
flipping players off as they pass
by cause this is how
we banging bitch
how we banging bitch
cause this is how we
banging hoe
how we banging hoe
cause this is how we banging
hoe
how we banging hoe