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Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Everyday it's the same thing, L.A. ain't changed
Niggas still playa hatin', but Dre ain't changed
I'm just a lot smarter now
'Cause these niggas is bangin' ten times harder now
Niggas ringin' they ass up in the wrong part of town
Better turn they car around
Rollin' the window down (Hey can we talk it out?)
(Nah, get the fuck out)
Johnny got a shotgun
And he ain't even strong enough to cock one
Fuck tryin' to job hunt
Niggas got AK's, niggas is way crazier
Than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days
Niggas spray strays and shoot without lookin'
Niggas walk by and blast without leavin' a footprint
I think the attitudes are twice as worst
It takes half the time to get your life reversed
Always tryin' to play Rambo with they ammo
Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang!
Late nights is full of lead that whistles as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and never re-light
With you in the site of youngsters with automatics
Bustin' on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates
These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block
Though the sign tells you too it's not best to stop
On every corner, Cali niggas are dumpin'
You'll be shakin' your soul loose from the box at the coroner's
Makin' death not so foreign to ya
Niggas got Rugers and M14's with enough
Ammo to leave an armored truck Swiss cheese
I've learned to stay away from house parties
I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin'
Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on
Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Now tell me, what the fuck is this man?
Niggas doin' brothers in worse than the Klan
Can't even stand, in front of your buildin' and chill without yieldin'
12 year old children that kill, blood spillin'
Thugs be illin', unnecessary slugs fillin' the sky
Usually drillin' the one that wasn't willin' to die
Yes, sir in the Killing Field I got my, life preserver
And I'll do my time for murder, these niggas got the nerve to
Question me 'bout the colors that I got on?
I see that red dot on your knot
'Bout to get your whole crew shot on
A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on
Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist
Peep this, I cock back, you bow down
Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
Bang bang! Bang bang!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Bang bang! Bang bang!