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joey cool - gang, gang lyrics

[intro: dutch newman]
krown city b-tch
gang, ya’ll know what it is
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[hook: dutch newman & joey cool]
they see me rollin’ with my gang
krown city, dibkis, sw-nky, it’s a thing
yeah! they see me rollin’ with my gang
krown city, dibkis, sw-nky, it’s a thing
they see me rollin’ with my gang
krown city, dibkis, sw-nky, it’s a thing
yeah! they see me rollin’ with my gang
krown city, dibkis, sw-nky, it’s a thing

[verse 1: joey cool]
uh, they see me rollin’ with my gang
coolie baby, i-i-i just bangarang
i just became all like myself, i never changed
i rock the show and dip right after that exchange
mob up in this b-tch and black appearal
with that crown upon my head, we all straight just like an arrow
i stay focused on the prize and keep my eyes upon the sparrow
ya’ll just tryin’ to be the man, we a bunch of f-cking pharaohs
i don’t wanna be nothin’ with nothin’
i don’t really have time for discussion
everything that i touch now, disgustin’
i been waiting for a minute now to bust in
i don’t know why i don’t win, i rush in
gotta put ’em in their place when they start l-stin’
see, the sw-nk man’s under construction
now it’s like spontaneous combustion
young n-gga been rapping hard for this crown city
show of hands, who’s down with it?
ya’ll know what see this our city
[?]
catchin’ way with that strange gang
burner cook and then bang bang
sw-nky -ss and i’m too legit
c’mon vibe with that gang gang

[verse 2: dutch newman]
it’s gang time! game time!
we ain’t throwin’ g-gang signs
with these bars we change minds
getting shows across state lines
find some chicks for that hang time
surfs up, it’s wave time
hit my n-ggas, cl-ss, simba
john and dash on that facetime
wh-wh-when evolved
it ain’t dope unless we involved
our liqour, drugs, and weed evolved
respect, dibkis, all tree of ya’ll
we the n-ggas everybody wanna hang with
been here on the same sh-t
rapid fire, close range sh-t
f-for any motherf-cker that you think c-c-came with
live as f-ck, live as f-ck
when we in here, it’s live as f-ck
pick a n-gga out here nice as us
and i bet you, they’ll tighten up
steph curry with the wrist, boy
easy money sniper with the shots, no miss, boy
ain’t n0body here f-ckin’ with my clique, boy
comin’ live from the 8-1-6, boy
k-k-krown city on a snapback
hoodies, tees, jackets and dad hats
add that to the starter pack
tech n9ne knows us, #bagback
this is bret hart mixed with bret favre
flex hard ’till they x’d off
we movin’ n-ggas down the depth chart
f-ck around and get checked off
bless ya’ll, dibkis!

[verse 3: jl]
i’m a krown city shooter
n-gga feelin’ like i’m future
got it all like i’m desiigner
i’ve been honest to my mama
i’m rockin’ the black and white just like a panda
i got the snapback on top of my bandana
got hoes, and it’s all inside of my cabana
they pokin’ their derriéres out for my camera
made ’em jealous, i’m -ssumin’
[?] way, they trained to it
how ya’ll find it all amusin’?
dutch in front of me like newman
i’m blowin’ my smoke in places only few can
knew what i’ve been brewin’ gonna have ’em pukin’
b-tches know the gang, gang, gang boomin’
you witness the strange things they doin’
haven’t been asleep in like a week, and i will be up for another one if that is what it takes
we beefed as a motherf-cker when i’m with the squad, squad [?]
couldn’t tell me nothing, man, we always into something, n-ggas push b-ttons, never push brakes
and if any more b-tches ask “what is dibkis?”, i’ma hit ’em with a blank face
explanation would be useless
let me show you how to do this
turners with us get foolish
sw-nkie n-gga, sw-nk glucose
if this sh-t was “sw-nk you, b-tch”, we don’t never sweat ’em if you can hang
kansas city represent until they wanna benefit on bein’ gang gang
this’ strange, n-gga, what you thought?

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