Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla   From the chickens, liver, stanky rivers like kitty liver   Take my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic   With Funkadelic reteric for you relics   (The buffalo fake the nigga street sweeper)      The Grim Reaper's grim reaper   I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that sauvignon   The game sprays out of my mouth like a can of Krylon   Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on   You had tights on like you had nylons on      Boogie banga funked out panty stainer   Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger   Smell me   (It's the [unverified] words man)   Fake comedy for my accident done on purpose   About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman   I'll serve niggaz in the third person don't even try it      Vaboom, he's back to putting in work   Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk   Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move   Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose      Vaboom, he's back to putting in work   Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk   Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move   Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose      Timber, Hawk, it's the big hawk   Ready to chalk   With the boom ping, ping   That make the Dre swing, swing   Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the trigger      Hit, click, click, click, click, click   Nigga, dissa, stealer, scrilla   Did-a anybody kill her? I'm blasting   None of them like Danskin   Closing caskets chromed      Put my L.A. throat back on   It's back on and getting cheddar   In my ride with the blue feather, in linen   Strolling with the vengeance   And when I make that gun clap      Bitch, niggaz roll like pigeons   So if you claiming than brang it   And be about the drama   It's WC and I ain't your mama      Vaboom, he's back to putting in work   Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk   Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move   Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose      Nigga make way for the big bomber   Mr. all night rider, original bang hand glider   Scuffing up Chucks swiftly   Looking for a spot launch that mini mat   And that's a hard hat   Do it till I get you, pistol grip whip you      Nigga, your pitiful, picture me back burner material   Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought [unverified]   Ditching your block when live while you work   'Cause it ain't no half repping   Either you riding or not, cock it or keep stepping   Come on, feel the breeze      What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so cold   We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs   Critical thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces   For real, Devil, the boss under the Dub   Swanging, giving orders to chickens and thugs      It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow like me   Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz that can see me   For sure I've been none to loc for way too long   Now the spot lights on me, so believe me its on   Its funny the way I'm hated, always underrated   But ya'll hoes couldn't come with it if you masturbated      Niggaz wanna test me, I wish you would   Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they hood   I come through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades   Got so much heat I make the Devil run for shade   This ain't no game nigga, so don't fuck with T   Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries      I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs   For pushing off [unverified] trying to take these keys   A female fely in Burberry   Picking up money from the commissary   Don't fuck with Terry      Vaboom, he's back to putting in work   Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk   Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move   Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose      Vaboom, he's back to putting in work   Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk   Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move   Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose      Vaboom, he's back to putting in work   Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk   Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move   Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose      Vaboom, he's back to putting in work   Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk   Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all move   Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang loose      WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, Lady T   Swang on, swang on