Lyrics
I been living in the hood so long
My fingers stuck like this
I been throwing up the set so long
My hands got paralysis
Like this
Who taught you how to bang?
Nigga who taught you how to bang?
Who taught you how to bang?
Just living in Californ-I-A
Where young niggas gang bang and stay turnt all day
Never turn down fades, never run away
Just watch a nigga get packed and put on a date
If them niggas got beef then we on the way
Four deep in the fleet as we aim the K
Banana clips, drop the pill, nigga catch the slip
If you ain't know it by now, I'm on some gangsta shit
Try to ask a nigga where he from
Try to grab a bitch nigga gun
Try to make a real nigga run
You don't want nothin' nigga, so you better stop it
Stop it, stop it
'Fore I put you in your pockets, nigga you better stop it
Stop it, stop it
Don't make me put you in your pockets
I been living in the hood so long
My fingers stuck like this
I been throwing up the set so long
My hands got paralysis
Like this
Who taught you how to bang?
Nigga who taught you how to bang?
Who taught you how to bang?
My big homie from the hood, no love for the other side
Posted on the block, it don't stop, homie thug life
Upside your head with a three pound hammer
Gang detail, can't stand us
See I'm from the west, dubs flying out the coupe
Homie fuck the rest, we make news
Yeah it was 1989, throwing signs like I was talking with you
Downtown SD, yeah that lower living
Set tripping on anybody who ain't with us
Stay repping, the federales are trying to pinch us
Run up, you getting dumped, and that's bottom line
Guns up, ready to bust on the front line
Get back, stay back, way back
Kushed out, counting stacks when I say that
We stay active on the streets, check the program
And this whole generation needs to know that
I been living in the hood so long
My fingers stuck like this
I been throwing up the set so long
My hands got paralysis
Like this
Who taught you how to bang?
Nigga who taught you how to bang?
(Your momma nigga)
Forty, forty, Glock
Niggas know what's popping
No blimp topping
It ain't no stopping
Pull up on that bitch block
Pull up on that bitch block
Pull up on that bitch block
And I ain't faking a plan
Going hard for what I rep, leave you dead where you stand
And I was raised by my uncles, taught by the G's
And these nothing ass bitches caught 'em sucking on they knees
But this that hood talk
But this that hood talk
Okay, look
Snitches get no passes, slap bitches for asking
Hop in and start riding, go where the guns hiding
Gas them niggas, ain't no pass for them niggas
Pull up on main blocks, get to ashing them niggas
Who taught you how to bang?
Nigga who taught you how to bang?
Who taught you how to bang?