paroles de chanson The Gang - DJ Dax , Robbie J
You
cannot
mess
with
the
gang,
′cause
my
Lyrics'
the
trigger,
show
off,
let
it
bang
On
me,
I′m
keeping
tha'
thang
Reloading,
my
homie,
David
is
tha'
king
Team
Future
on
global,
the
aim,
straight
Packing
the
ammo,
we
point
and
go
blammo,
we
Laying
your
body
right
next
to
your
shadow
Cristiano,
but
best
not
cross
us
up
again
Got
my
affirmative
stance
Point
at
the
floor,
make
you
dance
Just
iPhone
X
in
my
pants
′Cause
the
power′s
in
my
hands
You
cannot
mess
with
the
crew
'Spesh
when
I′m
president
too
Conclusion,
you're
sketchy,
I
drew
Your
wifey
just
messaged
"I
do"
Finna′
go
ape
in
the
booth
Banana
clips
at
your
coupe
Music'll
punch
out
your
tooth
Pulled
up
just
missing
the
roof
These
haters
are
asking
for
proof,
but
the
Work
I′m
"pudding"
be
the
scoop,
still
on
the
Move,
no
messing
with
72
'cause
I'm
Bob
The
Builder
with
the
tool,
the
tape,
man,
it′s
True,
rap
game
Takashi
Murakami,
Virgil
Abloh
on
the
shoes,
making
the
News,
point
at
my
homies,
going
straight
Gogeta,
Gotenks
when
I
fuse,
preach
from
the
Pews,
Jesus
is
coming
back,
in
fact,
he
died
for
gentiles
and
the
jews,
girl,
get
a
Clue,
you
thought
I′m
still
attached
just
'cause,
one
album,
you
were
the
muse?
Damn
She
was
the
muse,
I
am
confused,
currently
sipping
on
juice
Bending
the
rules,
this
what
I
do,
bumping
shit
all
in
the
coupe
She
getting
rude,
what
did
I
do,
I′m
just
a
regular
dude
Sitting
here,
acting
a
fool,
she
from
the
DMV,
cutie
the
fool
You
got
the
juice,
nigga,
I
need
the
proof
I
got
a
uncle
with
gold
on
his
tooth
I
got
a
auntie
with
gold
on
her
tooth
So
what
did
I
get,
nigga?
Gold
on
my
teeth
Fucking
with
me,
nigga:
end
up
a
tee
Looking
for
beef,
nigga,
bon
appetit
My
stomach
hurts,
nigga,
I
need
some
tea
Slow
down
the
beat,
nigga,
I
need
to
breath
I
need
a
roll
up
my
sleeve,
I
need
to
roll
up
some
leaves
I
need
a
chill
on
the
beat,
I
need
a
chill
on
the
beat
I
need
a
Canada
Breeze,
I
need
a
girl
from
the
six
I
need
a
girl
with
some
sense,
I
need
a
girl
with
some
bands
No
nigga,
you
not
my
mans,
I'm
balling
like
Kevin
Durant
′Cause
nigga,
there
is
no
chance,
niggas
know
I
am
the
champ
Y'all
niggas
dressing
so
champ,
niggas
is
lit
like
a
lamp
Nigga,
we
lit
like
a
lamp,
nigga,
we
lit
like
a
lamp
Aye
- bitch,
I
be
lit
like
a
lamp
Shoot:
I
don′t
miss,
I'mma
hit
em
right
where
he
stand
And
all
you
ever
wanna
do
is
talk
that
shit
on
the
gram
So
I'mma
hit
you
with
that
"gra-ta-ta"
and
then
"blam"
I′m
on
my
real
shit,
probably
not
ever
gonna
get
famous
If
I
don′t,
then
I'm
jugging
the
city
before
I
flame
it
If
I′m
on
the
block,
then
I'm
always
′bout
the
gang
shit
32,
100
of
squad
is
on
that
lame
shit
Aye
I
let
the
chopper
go
bang
I
let
the
choppers
exchange
Yeah,
you
always
'bout
the
lame
shit
Bitch,
I′m
always
on
the
lang
shit
Yeah,
I'm
always
with
my
gang,
bitch
Yeah,
I'm
always
with
the
gang,
bitch
Bitch;
fucked
up,
know
my
Chopper
hot,
that
gra-ta-ta
I
probably
pop,
fucking
on
your
Thot
before
I
drop
your
block
I
love
that
you
talking,
know
my
team
was
Never
novice,
we
was
always
climbing
You′d
rather
sit
back
and
watch
it,
settle
for
Less
make
me
sick,
so
I′m
nauseous
Got
more
fucking
ki
than
every
spirit
bomb
at
once
My
energy
so
overwhelming;
I
could
drop
the
sun,
with
a
Flick
of
my
wrist;
cause
I
ain't
even
begun,
all
my
Squad
has
30
forms;
and
you′ve
only
seen
one
DAX
said
don't
mess
with
the
crew
Catch
me
posted
up
in
Lex
with
the
troops
I
do
not
fuck
with
the
wave
Searching
′round
again
for
something
to
say
Team
Future
with
the
Walt
I
been
up
inside
the
vault
Haters
you
can
suck
my
left
nut
Everybody
wanna
ball
I
been
up,
drifting
inside
the
spaceship
Twisting
a
blunt
while
in
levitation
Bitch,
I've
been
moving
across
eight
states
Just
tryna′
be
picking
up
on
the
pace,
man
Now,
I'm
ripping
like
a
fucking
P90
And
now
I
got
my
fucking
city
behind
me
My
homies
just
really
trying
to
get
it
Only
moving
forward
and
never
rewinding
Bulletproof
in
the
booth,
me
and
Kami
got
the
moves,
and
I'm
vibing
with
the
Juice,
dabbing,
diving
in
the
soup,
I′m
just
tryna′
get
a
clue
- true
Bitch,
I'm
riding
with
the
gang,
and
I′m
hot
rod
with
the
flames,
never
fond
of
all
the
Fame,
driving
off
the
fucking
lane,
dipping
and
swerving
up
in
the
suburban,
they
Always
be
nervous
whenever
around
me
It's
like
they
wanna
talk
about
me
I′ve
been
late
to
almost
everything,
it's
Like
I′m
even
late
up
on
the
downbeat
I
make
music
with
my
homies
Bitch,
you
ain't
even
fucking
know
me
So
get
the
fuck
up
off
the
stage
You
talking
like
a
fake
ass
motherfucking
OG
Posted
up
with
my
shinobis
Kami
and
DAX
in
the
rover
Bitch,
I'm
Obiwan
Kenobi,
I
Force
push
and
launch
that
bitch
right
off
the
shoulder
and
Into
a
boulder,
us
kids
are
the
coldest,
I
Been
here
for
years,
and
it
didn′t
get
older,
but
Sipping
the
Folger
is
getting
me
going,
I′m
Switching
the
mode
into
drift
and
it's
over
![DJ Dax feat. Kezura, WalTreClay & Robbie J - The Tape](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/3/k/g/i/fk3m80igk3.jpg)
1 The Statement
2 The Move
3 The Cleanse
4 The Gang
5 The Shift
6 The Audacity
7 The Cypher
8 The Wage
9 The Exchange
10 The Prayer
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