J Wess - Bang This Lyrics
J-W, E- DOUBLE SDont We Double BestTracks Tear Holes In Ya Bubble VestsTrouble..Yes..when ya hear tha wordsBang this from the city til im near the 'burbs[Hook (Kulaia & J Wess)]Bang This In Da Club(Imma spray the joint)And If u wanna get loud(you gotta play this joint)No Dress Code, No Guest Lists, No Charge(A small change, but i must stress this, im so LAARGE!)Bang This In Da Club(Imma spray the joint)And If u wanna get loud(you cant fade the joint)And yo, this is for tha wannabe riders with no carsI'd be just like you if i wasnt so LAARGE![Verse 1 (MC Digga)]Id bet you'd like to know what happens when the lights go offthe mic go off, dont even try to fight the forceIm tryin to lock it down globally like microsoftBlaze tracks, but ive never been the type to flossWipe the floors with fake ass rappers, they aint moving the crowdi showed you before, plus im proving it now (and smoothing it out)I still bring the ruckus to this and while you home on the couch (i stay up in the mix)you got a bad attitude, thats something to fixIm gettin love from ya crew, coz they be pumpin my dickthink nothing of this, i could do it my sleep YA FEELso while you non-talent muh*****ers keep shit reali keep shit still to stay on point, till im paid the ointBangin the club, my lyrics spray the jointkeep the dance floor wet so you can get ya slide onso why track this hit, watch me get my glide on[Hook][Verse 2 (MC Digga)]Check my comand of the english language its expansiveat a club with drink bars, new kicks, new chicks to dance withthats not my most of operandi, understand, Iredefine the role of the villian, respect the bad guyAward winning sentences, acclaimed critical lyricalMost of ya'll just spit generical referencesIts very circuitous, 360 degrees in factbreeze through ya down and leave with my steeds in tactwith ease i rap, you chopping mad takes for a versebullshit punches, my hunches, you should wait and rehearsestop i heard the hot shit and your not ityou need to cop this, steady drop this, heavy rock shitits over, HUH, ya'll aint heard, im the deacon of wordsfreaking the verb, while you speaking absurdtake some decent reserve, with foot soldiers with balls big as bouldersto move obstacles so save your acting for the movie[Hook][Verse 3 (MC Digga)]Yo rapping is dead, i dont spit, i flowflip the script, nahh, stick to the shit you knowthe clique you owe, and dick you blow belong to megot ya shit on to me, my word is Bond like Sean ConneryLadies still feel me when im 75point oh 9 with no license, still ready to driveI study the vibe, its like that R&B classic, track shitrappers act spastic, when i flash hitsSo merge ya words with virgin herbsaint my function, dont wanna keep the peace, i'd rather punch emStraight hard hits of the target, im never sprayincame in here with my fist in ya mouth, so what u sayingI aint claimed the shit, you haters stay on the dickall you do is talk about us, naysayin the clique, im saying ya sickgastro interitis and all that flowing tight as the format[Hook]
