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Bang A Gong (Get It On) Lyrics

Bang A Gong (Get It On) by T-Rex  

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Bang A Gong (Get It On) See I told y'all Ima get me somebody dog
You know how we do it TRU It's for ever

Yeah yeah
All my ladies yo
All my niggas yo
Where da niggaz at? (Where?)
Where da b**chez at? (Where?)

Nigga
We wont all y'all niggas to

(Chorus x1)
Bounce with this bounce with this (Southside)
Bounce with that bounce with that (Northside)
Bounce with this bounce with this (Eastside)
Bounce with that bounce with that (Westside)
Slide with this slide with this (My real niggas)
Ride with this ride with this (My real b**chez)
Pump ya fists pump ya fists (All my niggas)
Jump with this jump with this (All my b**chez)

(Silkk The Shocker)
Yall wanna get bout it bout it then bounce to the track
Im from the south, so no doubt I gotta bounce with that
I get paid off the way I, pronounce my rap
Used to keep my money in brown bags
Now I got accounts for that
Yo, I bounce like a 6-4
Im out to get dough
I spend some, I lend some, but im out to get mo'
Now hit the club cuz im in some club sh*t
Ima thug on some thug sh*t
Nigga wanna fight cuz they dont like im the one they baby made love wit
Im the type to get in the club wit
Niggas trippin on that, we bout that money and power
No Limit ridas, and we dont be f**kin wit cowards
Thats why we spend so much money on jewls
Thats why we spend so much money on shoes
Man im like "f**k, I got so much I could spend it on food"
Now when I step in this b**ch from the front to the rear my niggas
Where my TRU niggas at?? (Right here my nigga!!)

(Chorus x1)

(Big Ed)
Where all my thugs niggas?
38 snub nose it's the slugs nigga
Niggas Peepin, I aint trippin, im lookin like WHAT?! nigga
I got my vest on
Big Ed the Assass-on
Quick to get my blast on
So f**k it, im switchen from cop-knuckers to suckers that swallow nuts DAMN
Niggas better not make act a fool and lay this whole club down
Theres always one nigga, but ima ballroom balla
(???)
What the f**k
Niggas lookin all struck
I paste hatas like glock papas and leave em all stuck
Leave the woman all f**ked
Sick real drama
Im in the bucked worry
Ya Momma -- I f**ked over

(Repeat chorus till end)



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