There are two bands called Bang! Bang!:
1) A well known hardcore ba… Read Full Bio ↴There are two bands called Bang! Bang!:
1) A well known hardcore band similar to The Bronx from Detroit, Michigan. Formed in 2004, are now on an indefinite hiatus after playing their 'last' show in September 2005, though have played numerous 'reunion' shows around Detroit since.
"And for all their brutal, uninhibited rage there is an undeniable sense of intelligence and craft to the music. These are musicians who have studied songs, genres, subtleties and have made the choice to push them all over the edge. But beneath the violence of the delivery the band manages to hit on that indefinable sweet spot that brings the best of pop songs to life; the same thing that made the Replacements and the Clash great; a thing that triggers some part of the brain and makes it immediately memorable and reactive." -- S. Hoen
"Most bands just sound like they're going through the motions when placed next to Bang Bang, who sound like they're going to leap out of the grooves of this single and trash your house." -- Daniel / deepfrybonanza.com
"The members of Bang Bang have a boy-eyed innocence and this inalienable enthusiasm to entertain; they have big, often droll ideas wrapped in short scorching blasts, and play them as if they just made up the whole punk rock DIY thing last week. They are beguilingly sincere, if not downright elated to be playing at all." -- Brian Smith / Metro Times
http://www.myspace.com/bangbang
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2) "Fusing an inverted post-punk, glam damaged, shimmering fuzz rock schematic with a carbonized cake made from 1978 remapped: Bang! Bang! was birthed in 2002, all wiry whiplash dance punk in a town (Chicago) known for post-rock gurus that no one heeds anymore. Gretta Fine (Vocals, Bass) is pallid, sex-roiling, and unearthly, no gimmicks-- Jackie Flash (Vocals, Guitar) is the hormone heaving, slinky Italian captain of libido, while Nick Kraska (Drums) is the flexing and debauched moist rythmic king beneath it all as part time member Rachel Shindelman (Keyboards) has become the muse on many songs, sculpting the language and liquored lips of the band. So, welcome to the new pleasure dome, where the Bang! Bang! exhibition never stops." - David Ensminger, Left Of The Dial 07'
For more press, music, photos, etc... visit:
http://www.bangbangband.com
http://www.myspace.com/bangbangband
1) A well known hardcore ba… Read Full Bio ↴There are two bands called Bang! Bang!:
1) A well known hardcore band similar to The Bronx from Detroit, Michigan. Formed in 2004, are now on an indefinite hiatus after playing their 'last' show in September 2005, though have played numerous 'reunion' shows around Detroit since.
"And for all their brutal, uninhibited rage there is an undeniable sense of intelligence and craft to the music. These are musicians who have studied songs, genres, subtleties and have made the choice to push them all over the edge. But beneath the violence of the delivery the band manages to hit on that indefinable sweet spot that brings the best of pop songs to life; the same thing that made the Replacements and the Clash great; a thing that triggers some part of the brain and makes it immediately memorable and reactive." -- S. Hoen
"Most bands just sound like they're going through the motions when placed next to Bang Bang, who sound like they're going to leap out of the grooves of this single and trash your house." -- Daniel / deepfrybonanza.com
"The members of Bang Bang have a boy-eyed innocence and this inalienable enthusiasm to entertain; they have big, often droll ideas wrapped in short scorching blasts, and play them as if they just made up the whole punk rock DIY thing last week. They are beguilingly sincere, if not downright elated to be playing at all." -- Brian Smith / Metro Times
http://www.myspace.com/bangbang
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2) "Fusing an inverted post-punk, glam damaged, shimmering fuzz rock schematic with a carbonized cake made from 1978 remapped: Bang! Bang! was birthed in 2002, all wiry whiplash dance punk in a town (Chicago) known for post-rock gurus that no one heeds anymore. Gretta Fine (Vocals, Bass) is pallid, sex-roiling, and unearthly, no gimmicks-- Jackie Flash (Vocals, Guitar) is the hormone heaving, slinky Italian captain of libido, while Nick Kraska (Drums) is the flexing and debauched moist rythmic king beneath it all as part time member Rachel Shindelman (Keyboards) has become the muse on many songs, sculpting the language and liquored lips of the band. So, welcome to the new pleasure dome, where the Bang! Bang! exhibition never stops." - David Ensminger, Left Of The Dial 07'
For more press, music, photos, etc... visit:
http://www.bangbangband.com
http://www.myspace.com/bangbangband
Get Up
Bang! Bang! Lyrics
Intro (talking)
Sit up get lit up
Sit up get lit up
Sit up
[Verse 1]
Sit up get lit up like a candle, here comes the vandal
Straight from the Chi, kickin my scandal
The dirt I handle, no need to lie
If its on well den its on, I ain't no punk
I'm feelin stoned get in the zone and pop da trunk
What bout yo homies them niggas phoney
So fuck em all, and they don't kno me they try to hold me
don't make me fall if I do well den its on
Niggas up dat gat put it on yo dome, dem bullets roam yo shit is gone
I'ma trigga happy nigga wit a bullet
The price to loose dat ass hope you can pullit
Wit my nigga L-I-L see wit tha crew da S-N-why-P-A-da Z
I thought you knew, cause up in Chi beat boys die
This ain't New York I'm sick of niggas sellin out
Like its a Sports Day Grill das what they say
But still flipp-in like flap jacks
Thas why I'm down fo the set trip
[Chorus]
Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up
See its a westside scandel so nigga scrap up
Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla
And Filla wit dat shit that you can hand
[Verse 2]
These niggas claimin they got juice where da deuce be
I'ma killa when I got that trigga
Introduce my self get the boots my self Lil Chilla (Snypa nigga)
I'ma take his cash and scans ho ass before I start blastin 'em
Trippin while I'm gaffin 'em, get up you know whas happenin
Get my props from poppin at cops and urkin fools that bigga
I got my scraps from doin jack, and respect from checkin niggas
said he caught yo bitch up suckin dick
want to chill wit the nigga she fuckin wit
But see umm, plenty a buck dat vic, and buck dat bitch fo the fuck of it
Checkit I'ma up that Nina and aim it at this nigga head
Squeeze that itchy trigga finga sting em (leave dat nigga fo dead)
den I'm outie get up wit my homie love niggas (love black)
Playin Mortal Kombat smokin on a dub sac
Livin at the crib but the spot is steady boomin
Teck blast too many bitches off they feets (Oh thas why they be boomin?)
Call me rough or call me tough or call me the Chi-Town cap peela
Call me up never call my bluff call me Lil Chilla da killa nigga
[Chorus]
Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up
See its a westside scandel so nigga scrap up
Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla
And Filla wit dat shit that you can handle
[Verse 3]
Straight from the Chi, no need to lie
'cause in a heartbeat yo life get snatched away
just like a thief caught at a robbery
Homies on the corner pourin blu out to they soul
You need a long start just to get one drop of it bro
Shoulda been thinkin 'bout the consequences if that nigga scrowl
'cause they didn't break the mold when they sold you the gown
now you gotta pay the price from jeans to some ice
Boom boom to ya chest no bets thas yo life nigga
But niggas I kno don't trip or love fo another foe dat duck don't fly
Bodies bouncin like a ball to the concrete
where they meet they motherfuckin maker
War ain't nothin but a word if ya want to go I'll take ya
Should I make ya mo comfortable while you in hell
Gank the chain off what's left of yo neck cause it might melt you don't need it
Pickin the papers out yo pocket while you bleed
ain't no misleadin, no picture obituaries is what they readin
[Chorus]
Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up
See its a westside scandel so nigga scrap up
Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla
And Filla wit dat shit that you can handle nigga
[Verse 4]
My life is straight fucked up, my mind is stuck on psychotic shit
Maybe thas that feelin when I'm trippin off dem chronic splits
And Kickin it wit snypaz they kno when it time to wreck dat shit
Just got the bubbles on so now we on some high tech shit
I gotta lick up trigga finga caught the hiccups bicka
But can get that shit up quicka lay down its a stick up nigga
I told my homie to start the car up as I load the (Who you runnin wit nigga?) clip
I'm runnin wit a mob of killa niggas thas straight known to trip
They call em Snypaz, roughest niggas that you eva herd of
Why come back fo da cops cause its bout to be a murdah
Up that thang want straight stuck up I'm straight pop they ass
Bust blast bang boom buck bick up fo them cops that pass
I'ma bust his bubble watch him crumble like a cracka
Everyday I'm strapped up, livin like a jacka
still a nigga from da hood still a 'caine slanga
Still a sweet vic killa and Chilla still a gang banga
If I up that thang to ya face would you say
cold panic from this trigga you was talkin all loud
Runnin off at the mouth now where you want franic nigga
I got ya tremblin' goofy give that shit up silly bitch
You besta duck cause if you sit up you gets lit up nigga
[Chorus]
Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up
See its a westside scandel so nigga scrap up
Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla
And Filla wit dat shit that you can handle (handle nigga)
(talking)
Sit up and get lit up
From the Monroe block
One time wit tha glock
2 F-I-double L-A my nigg see-H-I-double L-A
Sit up get lit up
Sit up get lit up
Sit up
[Verse 1]
Sit up get lit up like a candle, here comes the vandal
Straight from the Chi, kickin my scandal
The dirt I handle, no need to lie
If its on well den its on, I ain't no punk
What bout yo homies them niggas phoney
So fuck em all, and they don't kno me they try to hold me
don't make me fall if I do well den its on
Niggas up dat gat put it on yo dome, dem bullets roam yo shit is gone
I'ma trigga happy nigga wit a bullet
The price to loose dat ass hope you can pullit
Wit my nigga L-I-L see wit tha crew da S-N-why-P-A-da Z
I thought you knew, cause up in Chi beat boys die
This ain't New York I'm sick of niggas sellin out
Like its a Sports Day Grill das what they say
But still flipp-in like flap jacks
Thas why I'm down fo the set trip
[Chorus]
Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up
See its a westside scandel so nigga scrap up
Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla
And Filla wit dat shit that you can hand
[Verse 2]
These niggas claimin they got juice where da deuce be
I'ma killa when I got that trigga
Introduce my self get the boots my self Lil Chilla (Snypa nigga)
I'ma take his cash and scans ho ass before I start blastin 'em
Trippin while I'm gaffin 'em, get up you know whas happenin
Get my props from poppin at cops and urkin fools that bigga
I got my scraps from doin jack, and respect from checkin niggas
said he caught yo bitch up suckin dick
want to chill wit the nigga she fuckin wit
But see umm, plenty a buck dat vic, and buck dat bitch fo the fuck of it
Checkit I'ma up that Nina and aim it at this nigga head
Squeeze that itchy trigga finga sting em (leave dat nigga fo dead)
den I'm outie get up wit my homie love niggas (love black)
Playin Mortal Kombat smokin on a dub sac
Livin at the crib but the spot is steady boomin
Teck blast too many bitches off they feets (Oh thas why they be boomin?)
Call me rough or call me tough or call me the Chi-Town cap peela
Call me up never call my bluff call me Lil Chilla da killa nigga
[Chorus]
Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up
See its a westside scandel so nigga scrap up
Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla
And Filla wit dat shit that you can handle
[Verse 3]
Straight from the Chi, no need to lie
'cause in a heartbeat yo life get snatched away
just like a thief caught at a robbery
Homies on the corner pourin blu out to they soul
You need a long start just to get one drop of it bro
Shoulda been thinkin 'bout the consequences if that nigga scrowl
'cause they didn't break the mold when they sold you the gown
now you gotta pay the price from jeans to some ice
Boom boom to ya chest no bets thas yo life nigga
But niggas I kno don't trip or love fo another foe dat duck don't fly
Bodies bouncin like a ball to the concrete
where they meet they motherfuckin maker
War ain't nothin but a word if ya want to go I'll take ya
Should I make ya mo comfortable while you in hell
Gank the chain off what's left of yo neck cause it might melt you don't need it
Pickin the papers out yo pocket while you bleed
ain't no misleadin, no picture obituaries is what they readin
[Chorus]
Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up
See its a westside scandel so nigga scrap up
Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla
And Filla wit dat shit that you can handle nigga
[Verse 4]
My life is straight fucked up, my mind is stuck on psychotic shit
Maybe thas that feelin when I'm trippin off dem chronic splits
And Kickin it wit snypaz they kno when it time to wreck dat shit
Just got the bubbles on so now we on some high tech shit
I gotta lick up trigga finga caught the hiccups bicka
But can get that shit up quicka lay down its a stick up nigga
I told my homie to start the car up as I load the (Who you runnin wit nigga?) clip
I'm runnin wit a mob of killa niggas thas straight known to trip
They call em Snypaz, roughest niggas that you eva herd of
Why come back fo da cops cause its bout to be a murdah
Up that thang want straight stuck up I'm straight pop they ass
Bust blast bang boom buck bick up fo them cops that pass
I'ma bust his bubble watch him crumble like a cracka
Everyday I'm strapped up, livin like a jacka
still a nigga from da hood still a 'caine slanga
Still a sweet vic killa and Chilla still a gang banga
If I up that thang to ya face would you say
cold panic from this trigga you was talkin all loud
Runnin off at the mouth now where you want franic nigga
I got ya tremblin' goofy give that shit up silly bitch
You besta duck cause if you sit up you gets lit up nigga
[Chorus]
Sit up and get lit up like a candle you betta back up
See its a westside scandel so nigga scrap up
Sit up and get lit up like a candle its Chilla
And Filla wit dat shit that you can handle (handle nigga)
(talking)
Sit up and get lit up
From the Monroe block
One time wit tha glock
2 F-I-double L-A my nigg see-H-I-double L-A
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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@debtablaguy
I wish all the students who is having their exams get 95+
@nightmarearerude3146
Wish granted! (Hopefully-)
@hoshi_star913
tyyyyyyyyyyyyy🥺
@raynortierney2922
While listening to this song wish you guys luck
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Hopefulley
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Hopefulley
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I love the voice that says "here we go" its my favorite part
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Its actually a subway guy lmao
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And the metronome
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Mine is “Metronome”