Texty: Kurupt. Pop Pop Bang!.

(VERSE 1)

(Kurupt:)
Running Up On These Niggas
I See Em On POP POP BANG
The Sounds Of Flames
The Game Gods Got On Ya
Cause You Messed Up The Game
Money Aint A Thang
Bottles In The Grain
You Couldnt Stop The Pain
Cause I Kno The Caine BANG
You Talk Too Much Shit My Nigga
Thinking Of Other Niggas The Same
All Wrong Music To Another Song
Now We Finna Start Lifting Niggas Up
Like Grains On Every Thang
I Learned It From The Gang
Too Much Trouble
Too Many Halls
The Homie Said Chill
Its Too Many Laws
And I Dont Give A Fuck
Running Up Cuz
Bang On Em Like
Nigga Where You From
Im A Take Off Torpedo Like
Give The Homies The Green Light
Sock Niggas On Sight
Take Flight

CHORUS: 4X
{POP POP BANG 2 X}
(Bang Bang Bang)

(VERSE 2:)
Pop Pop Bang
Take A Nigga Chain
Leave With A Stain
Nigga Hit A Lane
On A Low
On A Go
On A Dro
On A Hoe
Nigga This Is Just A Game
Nigga Yous A Lame
Your More Like
On A Low
On A Go
On A Dro
On A Hoe
Money Name A Thang
Telling From The Brains
Im A Keep You Pushing
Got The Cushion Got The Grapes
Single Rollies
Im A Tell You All About Me
In The Gang Nigga
Dogg Pound Gangstas
True To Stay G
Something Like
Watcha Wishing Really Wont Be
All Up In The Club
The Ladies Just Lookin
Niggas Just Hatin
Mad Cause They Aint Us
And I Really Trippin
You Know How We Handle Haters
Crack All These Bitches
And Look At Bitches Tales
They Bitches Pay Us Now
And They Bitches Pay Us Later
And If Niggas Still Trippin
? I Can Break It Chip Check ?

CHORUS: 4X
{POP POP BANG 2 X}
(Bang Bang Bang)

(Kam:)
Yeah Watts Up
Pop Pop Bang
Lets Chop Up Game
And While The Drop Top
Swang Holla
Watts Up Mayne
Feel That Fresh Out Pleasure
In That Locked Up Cane
Non Stop Treasure
From That Rocked Up Cane
Maintain
Yous Just A Paint Of Stain
In Your Lane
Thats How You Gets These Bitches
Mayne Paying Out The Yane
Wise Words For All Neighborhoods
Youve Been
While I Stay Hard And Sharp
Like Sapertooth Fangs
I Bang Like Fo Fo Handgun
Im Ice Cold Ricky Right
To The Whole N 1
So Understand Son
Yous Gots To Give It Up
For The OG Kam And My Nigga Kurupt
Go A Year Round On Em
Like Fig Trees
That 1-8-7 On A Pig
Big Squeeze
Nigga Please
Yall Booty Mayne
Niggas Still Dont Understand
This Shit
Like Booty Tang

(Thanks to BETO for these lyrics)