Bangin
E.A.R.L. Lyrics

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Aww yeah, it's 1995
So we want you to just, turn your burns up
'Cause we gon show the whole world
How we do it down South, fool

Gotta do, what I gotta do [Repeat x4]

1995, so fools give it to me

And this is for them buster type G's, who want to do me
I never had no love, for them crooked 5-0's
Chrome mirror 84's bro, and some low pro bowl
Tight ride bubble head lights, sheisty G's pause
Damn there go the laws, got me stuffing my yay up under my drawas
Trying to jack this G, cause I'm caught up in my click
I ain't with it, they throwing me down cause I didn't pay my tickets
But um you fools you know, I got my hand on my glock
And my left is on my steering wheel, so watch someone get dropped
Four deep up in that Lac yeah, coming down tight
Swigity swangin' bigity bangin', like I'm turning left I'm bigity bustin' a right
And now you know in and out, out and in I dip
Damn them G's in the South, are a trip
And my homies steady mobbing, our game is for real
With that fifth wheel grill, mo-mo wood grain steering wheel
Working it with that fo' and go ahead, with that three way
Candy painted be so wet, leaving drips up on that freeway
Baby give it to me, cause you know I won't quit
And I'll be mobbing with my playas, extra gat on my hip
And to the fools down South, keep slanging them thangs
It's '95 yeah fool, we comes again yep to swang and bang
And now you know, what my real G's do
Sip syrup swang and bang, jam nothing but that screw fool

[Chorus: x4]
Gotta do, what I gotta do
Gotta do-gotta do, what I gotta do
We come to swang and bang

So freaks back the hell up, cause tricks you ain't holding
You wasn't even down with my G's, wasn't rolling
And now that our pockets got thicker, this gal I had to hit her
Sorry playa hater, he shouldn't of been in love with her
'Cause a trick is a trick, and a trick ain't it
And if you keep slipping, she gon hit you for a quick lick
Dummies stop roaching, trying to keep her up
'Cause while you out there capping, she be blowing my beeper up
Now she's saying that she love you, you think that gal for real
All the time, that freak be phonier than a four dolla bill
And just to show my G's, that I ain't too fake
I think that last night fried out, jamming my Screw tape
It's the E just jumping up, in and out and with my crew
And after I put my mack down pass it around, so what you want to do
Undercover fools, they giving up that thang
Hotel 6-6 hit trick, you want to swang and bang

[Chorus]

And all my boys in Houston Texas
(swanging and banging)
And what about, down in Dallas
(swanging and banging)
I can't forget, San Anton'
(swanging and banging)
Yeah, we got it going on
(swanging and banging)
And all the playas in Atlanta
(swanging and banging)
My young fools, from Louisiana
(swanging and banging)
Them G's, way up in Memphis
(swanging and banging)
I can't forget about Chi
(swanging and banging)
And all my boys, in Detroit
(swanging and banging)
And what about, that Cleveland
(swanging and banging)
And all the playas in New Jersey
(swanging and banging)
And can't forget, Killa Cali
(swanging and banging)
And all the fools, in Seattle
(swanging and banging)
Yeah, what about Denver
(swanging and banging)
I can't forget, St. Louis
(swanging and banging)
Way down in Miami
(swanging and banging)

Ha-ha, fool

Overall Meaning

The song "Bangin in 2-3" by E.A.R.L. is a rap song that depicts the lifestyle and experiences of a Southern gang member, particularly during the year of 1995. The lyrics are full of slang and references to various aspects of Southern gang culture. The song starts with an introduction to the year and an invitation to turn up the volume to hear how Southern gang members do it. The lyrics then go into the story of a gang member who is driving around in his low-slung car, avoiding the police and other gangs, and hanging out with his friends. The chorus repeats the line "Gotta do what I gotta do," which seems to suggest that the gang member is doing what he needs to do to survive in his environment.

The verses make several references to the gang member's car, which is a source of pride for him. He mentions the type of car he is driving, the low profile of the wheels, the bubble headlights, and the wood-grain steering wheel. The gang member is also depicted as being very paranoid about the police, which is reflected in the line "Damn there go the laws, got me stuffing my yay up under my drawas." The lyrics portray the gang member as constantly watching his back, ready to defend himself and his gang against any rival gangs or police that may threaten them.

The song also includes references to the gang member's love life, as he raps about a woman who was involved with him and other gang members. The lyrics are derogatory towards the woman, referring to her as a "trick" and a "freak." The gang member raps about stealing her away from another man and emphasizes that he is the one who is truly in control of the situation.

Overall, the song "Bangin in 2-3" is a window into the world of Southern gang culture in the mid-1990s. The lyrics paint a picture of violence, paranoia, and a constant struggle for survival.

Line by Line Meaning

Aww yeah, it's 1995
We've arrived in 1995, yeah

So we want you to just, turn your burns up
We want you to turn up the volume, don't be shy

'Cause we gon show the whole world
Because we're going to show the world

How we do it down South, fool
How we do things down South, foolish person

Gotta do, what I gotta do [Repeat x4]
I have to do what I have to do

1995, so fools give it to me
It's 1995, so give it to me, foolish people

And this is for them buster type G's, who want to do me
This is for those fake gangsters who want to harm me

I never had no love, for them crooked 5-0's
I've never loved the corrupt police officers

Chrome mirror 84's bro, and some low pro bowl
My ride has chrome mirrors, and low-profile wheels

Tight ride bubble head lights, sheisty G's pause
My car has fancy bubble headlights, and suspicious gangsters pause

Damn there go the laws,
Oh, there goes the police

got me stuffing my yay up under my drawas
I'm hiding my drugs under my pants

Trying to jack this G, cause I'm caught up in my click
Someone's trying to rob me, because I'm with my gang

I ain't with it, they throwing me down cause I didn't pay my tickets
I don't want to get into trouble, but they're harassing me because of unpaid fines

But um you fools you know, I got my hand on my glock
But you know, foolish people, I have my hand on my gun

And my left is on my steering wheel, so watch someone get dropped
I have one hand on the steering wheel, and someone might get shot

Four deep up in that Lac yeah, coming down tight
There are four people in my Cadillac, and we're rolling deep

Swigity swangin' bigity bangin', like I'm turning left I'm bigity bustin' a right
I'm swerving, turning left and then quickly making a right

And now you know in and out, out and in I dip
I go in and out, dipping from side to side

Damn them G's in the South, are a trip
Those gangsters from the South are wild

And my homies steady mobbing, our game is for real
My friends and I are always together, and our lifestyle is authentic

With that fifth wheel grill, mo-mo wood grain steering wheel
My car has a fifth-wheel grill, and the steering wheel has a wood grain design

Working it with that fo' and go ahead, with that three way
I'm working hard with my lowrider, and I'm proud of the hard work we put in

Candy painted be so wet, leaving drips up on that freeway
My car's candy paint is so fresh, there are drips left on the freeway

Baby give it to me, cause you know I won't quit
Go ahead and give it to me, because I won't give up

And I'll be mobbing with my playas, extra gat on my hip
I'll be moving around with my friends, with an extra gun on me

And to the fools down South, keep slanging them thangs
To those foolish people down South, keep selling those drugs

It's '95 yeah fool, we comes again yep to swang and bang
It's 1995, and we're back again to flex and show off

And now you know, what my real G's do
Now you know what my real gangsters do

Sip syrup swang and bang, jam nothing but that screw fool
Drink syrup, swerve and show off, bump only DJ Screw's music, foolish person

[Chorus: x4]
I have to do what I have to do; we've come to show off and flex

So freaks back the hell up, cause tricks you ain't holding
Don't try to keep control of the women, because you can't

You wasn't even down with my G's, wasn't rolling
You weren't down with my friends, you weren't with us

And now that our pockets got thicker, this gal I had to hit her
And now that we're making more money, I had to have sex with this girl

Sorry playa hater, he shouldn't of been in love with her
I'm sorry, but this hater shouldn't have fallen in love with her

'Cause a trick is a trick, and a trick ain't it
A woman who sleeps around is just that, and that's not desirable

And if you keep slipping, she gon hit you for a quick lick
And if you keep messing up, she'll rob you quickly

Dummies stop roaching, trying to keep her up
Fools need to stop clinging to women and trying to control them

'Cause while you out there capping, she be blowing my beeper up
While you're out there pretending to be something you're not, she's trying to reach me

Now she's saying that she love you, you think that gal for real
Now she's saying she loves you, and you believe she's being truthful

All the time, that freak be phonier than a four dolla bill
All the while, she's more fake than a counterfeit bill

And just to show my G's, that I ain't too fake
And just to prove to my boys that I'm not fake

I think that last night fried out, jamming my Screw tape
I think that last night was crazy, with us listening to DJ Screw's mixtape

It's the E just jumping up, in and out and with my crew
I'm E, and I'm hanging out with my friends, jumping in and out of cars

And after I put my mack down pass it around, so what you want to do
After I impress the ladies, I share the opportunity with my friends, what do you want to do

Undercover fools, they giving up that thang
The undercover cops are revealing themselves

Hotel 6-6 hit trick, you want to swang and bang
Hit the Hotel 66, because you want to flex and show off

[Chorus]
I have to do what I have to do; we've come to show off and flex

And all my boys in Houston Texas
And all my friends in Houston, Texas