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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Stimme und Gesang
Hittman
Hittman
Stimme und Gesang
Knoc-Turn'al
Knoc-Turn'al
Stimme und Gesang
C. Breeding
C. Breeding
Tasteninstrumente
Camara Kambon
Camara Kambon
Tasteninstrumente
Eminem
Eminem
Begleitgesang
Equipto
Equipto
Sampling-Künstler:in
Mista F.A.B.
Mista F.A.B.
Sampling-Künstler:in
Sean Cruse
Sean Cruse
Gitarre
Soundclash
Soundclash
Sampling-Künstler:in
T.Y. Nichols
T.Y. Nichols
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter:in
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter:in
Brian Bailey
Brian Bailey
Songwriter:in
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Produzent:in
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Mischtechniker:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jason Lemiere
Jason Lemiere
Ingenieurassistent:in
Mauricio Iragorri
Mauricio Iragorri
Ingenieurassistent:in
Mel-Man
Mel-Man
Produzent:in
Michelle Lynn Forbes
Michelle Lynn Forbes
Ingenieurassistent:in

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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!! 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 ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin the window down (Em: Hey can we talk it out?) (Hitt: NAH GET THE FUCK OUT!) Johnny got a shotgun and he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck 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 nigga wanna stay in family mode 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!! 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 shit 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 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!! Now tell me - what the fuck 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 nigga 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!!
Writer(s): Andre Young, Royal Harbor, Marshall Mathers, Brian Anthony Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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