Bang Bang (Instrumental) - Dr. Dre

(Chorus)

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

BANG BANG!!

(Verse one: Dr. Dre)

Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed

Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed

I'm just a lot smarter now

cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now

Niggaz ringin they a** up in the wrong part of town

Better turn they car around

Rollin the window down (Eminem: Hey can we talk it out?)

(Hitt: NAH GET THE F**K OUT!)

Johnny got a shotgun

and he ain't even strong enough to cock one

F**k tryin to job hunt

Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier

than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days

Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin

Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint

I think the attitudes are twice as worst

It takes half the time to get your life reversed

Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo

Make a ni**a wanna stay in family mode

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

(Chorus)

(Second verse: Knoc-turn'al)

Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by

Murder arrives, anytime

Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites

Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light

put you in the site of youngsters with automatics

Bustin on sh*t to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates

These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block

Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop

On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin

You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner's

Makin death not so foreign to ya

Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough,

ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese

I've learned to stay away from house parties

I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin

Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on

Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn

(Chorus)

(Third verse: Hittman)

Now tell me - what the f**k is this man?

Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan

Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill

without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill

blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs

fillin the sky, usually drillin the one

that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field

I got my, life preserver

And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to

question me - bout the colors that I got on?

Now see that red dot on your knot

'Bout to get your whole crew shot on

A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong ni**a to plot on

Took him out on the spot before he even got on

my hitlist -- peep this

I cock back, you bow down

Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!