Twisted Insane
Gangbang Swang
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yea yea Gold daytons, Low pros
I'm talkin' 16 switches on the low low
Oh, there I go Yeah I'm a G, How many licks do it take to hit the back buckle only three
Pablo Esco on my metro Got the complexion now my connection's Petro
And if he ever out I hear wed-o Cause he got the wet-o and the heavy metal! Chitty bang bang where they gangbang when they slang 'caine
Where the tray swang In the k-flangThat's why I'm runnin sh*t One in the tip Gun in the hip Any one of these n***as trip I go hard in tha paint, Do em like Shaq do guards in a pain
When that Thompson go off, they know it's beef
When their arms blow off to the middle of the street

[Hook]
You see the fresh tats
You see the big chain
Get in the game stop watchin from the side man
We in the fast lane
Never slowin down
We got ahead trump, so you never gainin ground
You can talk your sh*t
You can blog your sh*t
But stay out the booth, let the real mothaf**kas spit
And I'ma say this one more time
Next talkin that I do is through the barrel of my nine

[Verse 2]
Bumpin draggin Levi's saggin Calico's spit flames like a fire-breathin dragon Get off the wagon F**k all the naggin
I'm from southeast San Diego where my n***as flame flaggin Cowards talk slick With nouns and verbs Yeah they never bust a uie and bang they datas on the curb Smoke a little pot Drink a lot of patron and I'm comfortable in any city's gangsta zone
My rep is full blown you 36 in a BG I'm a boy in the hood like my name was "Easy" Got plugs on drugs or whatever you like, Got green, got pills, got soft, got white
And I can make a deal seem so appealin
Get you high enough make you wanna dance on the ceilin
But if you snitch on me, n***a you know it's beef
When your arms and legs blowed off in the middle of the street

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[Verse 3-Twisted Insane]

The other day
The homie took mine from the waist
Up in the wrong place standin with a wife beater and a .38
With a perm lookin like Samuel L. and Jackie Brown
Wavin a pistol around
"Everybody get the f**k down!"
But don't be speakin about this G sh*t if you ain't with it n***a
Walkin the street without packin your heat homie you needs to quit it n***a
Sh*t I was a little n***a watchin big homies pull the triggas with tha
And to get sick on these mothaf**kas off the rooftop I watched and hit ya
Everybody's off that gangbang swang
Then hit the corner n***a gotta fill up on the marijuana n***a
Two in doin too many those muchos on the streets takin that wakin that's happenin D
Then blame it on the rapper with the guts and crack in the back of the seats
Yeah right never ran from a fight
Hit n***as with the left and right
N***as pull guns on the ones they want to get slumped with the nighty-night
When that Thompson go off, then they know it's beef
When they arms blow off to the middle of the street, yeah...
[Hook]