I Be Yelling Out Gang Gang Lyrics is performed by Chef Boy & written by Chef Boy & Rosecrans. The song is titled Gang Gang.
Song Details
| Song Title | Gang Gang |
| Singer | Chef Boy |
| Songwriter | Chef Boy & Rosecrans |
I Be Yelling Out Gang Gang Lyrics
(It’s, it’s, it’s, it’s yo’ boy DJ Tray)
And I be yellin’ out, “Gang, gang”
Do you gang bang? (Woah)
I be outside with my gang, gang (With my what?)
Chunk yo’ gang signs if you gang bang (Throw it up)
I be outside with my gang (Oh)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woo)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woah)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woo)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Chef Boy)
And I be slidin’ down Rosecrans
With my close friends (With my what?)
Bitch, I ain’t no kid, I’m a grown man
And I don’t need yo’ cash, got my own bands
But they call me Mr. Break A Bitch In Japan (Oh)
And I’m with gang, gang
Yеah, gang, gang
Big dog shit, dog tag, let them chains hang
Get yo’ bitch, I hopе this ain’t yo’ main thang (Nah)
And I be slidin’ around with them bananas like an orangutan (Woah)
And I be slidin’ around with that dick like a stud do (Woo)
And if it’s up, then it’s stuck, nigga, fuck you (Hmm)
Bitch, I’m from the Deuce (Deuce)
Bitch, I’m from the 4 (4)
Enterprise Park, somewhere you can’t go
That’s on Roy, that’s on Roy
I’ma go nuts, go nuts like Almond Joys
Bitch, I’m from the Deuce (Deuce)
Bitch, I’m from the 4 (4)
Enterprise Park, somewhere you can’t go
And I be yellin’ out, “Gang, gang”
Do you gang bang? (Woah)
I be outside with my gang, gang (With my what?)
Chunk yo’ gang signs if you gang bang (Throw it up)
I be outside with my gang (Oh)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woo)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woah)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woo)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Look)
Look, homie, if you gang bang
Have that work out by daybreak (West Side)
You better not be a day late (Uh-huh)
Prison yards and melees
We been goin’ up and goin’ nuts like paydays (Look, uh-huh)
On payday, sendin’ homies money on JPay (Look, okay)
That’s on the red homies grave, look, I’m really from the gang, gang (West Side)
West Side royalty, Ruspect and loyalty (Love)
Old school TEC, I had to oil him and spoil him (Look, okay)
It’s HopOut, hot dog, hot water, boil him
Ayy, ayy, it’s P Street (P Street)
Bitch, that’s somethin’ like the elite street (Huh?)
We gon’ get the drop and watch us spin, it’s a repeat (Rrah, rrah)
Street sweep, dropped a hunnid, we was three deep (Ooh)
I’ma dive in on lil’ baby, more than knee deep (Yeah)
West Side royalty (West), got bands for the lawyer fee (Roy)
Shut the party down up in the opps, we tryna spoil it
Deuce, 4, Bix, 8, 9 and put an 0 on ’em (Put an 0 on ’em)
We gon’ put the hoes on ’em and then we put a hole in ’em, gang
[Chorus: Chef Boy & PhoPho8ight]
And I be yellin’ out, “Gang, gang”
Do you gang bang? (Woah)
I be outside with my gang, gang (With my what?)
Chunk yo’ gang signs if you gang bang (Throw it up)
I be outside with my gang (Oh)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woo)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woah)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woo)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (PhoEazy)
Got put on and my twin right behind Enterprise (Hmm)
You ain’t got a body, better go look alive (Woah)
142 like Jackie, I ride (Woo)
Outside with the guys and you know we got fire (Oh)
Philly P hat, West national attire (What?)
Most valuable ‘Rus, we ain’t gotta up the slidin’ (Hmm)
When yo’ hair out yo’ hair, bitch, fuck it up (Bitch, what?)
When yo’ hair out yo’ hair, bitch, chuck it up (Oh)
Been at Gonzales Park all my life
Flag to the right, make a left on Dwight
Turned up a long-ass by Chester (By Chester)
I was on the Ave’ flamed up every semester (Flamed up)
Make ’em run when the dog comin’
142 Street to P Street, ain’t far from it
Hitta reppin’ all of ’em
Blue faces, all bloody
Since bebes, we been gang, gang
Free the gang, gangs, sendin’ cash since the JPay
Bitch, I push down Stanford, I was born a bastard (Woo)
The bitch wanna choose, make her choose up faster (Damn)
Homies hangin’ out, neighbors wanna be a pastor (Woah)
I never post a blower ’cause I never been a flasher (Nah)
And it’s been on sight, didn’t wanna be like Mike (Baow)
I always did what’s wrong, never did what’s right (Woo)
Better play your cards right, gotta learn the fuckin’ game
And I’m with my niggas and I’m yellin’, “Gang, gang”
And I be yellin’ out, “Gang, gang”
Do you gang bang? (Woah)
I be outside with my gang, gang (With my what?)
Chunk yo’ gang signs if you gang bang (Throw it up)
I be outside with my gang (Oh)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woo)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woah)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9 (Woo)
I’m from the Deuce, the 4, the Bix, the 8, the 9
And I be yellin’ out, “Gang, gang”
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