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A Clipse - Bando Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Kellz]
Yeah
Blood Gang chale
Yeah
How you feel baby?
Woah
Ei

[Hook: Chief Kellz]
Plenty niggas in the bando
What you coming at my man for?
I’m in a tracksuit and sandals
Chain Gang like I’m Django
Plenty niggas in the bando
What you coming at my man fo'?
I’m in a tracksuit and sandals
Chain Gang like I’m Django

[Refrain: Chief Kellz]
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
What you coming at my man fo'?
Chain Gang like I’m Django
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
What you coming at my man fo'?
Chain Gang like I’m Django

[Verse 1: Chief Kellz]
Yeah
Misery loves company, know that we wise up
Yeah yeah
My niggas do road like some tro-tro, they riders
Aye
We up in the bando's, we working on timers
Dirty money, we go need sanitizers
Rooting for green like say we be the farmers
Look at the sky
Got space for a million stars
Need a mansion for me then my squad
If it get hard, I go pray to my God, yeah
Many times down, yeah
The yawa be ringing so loud
I smoke a pound, that’s what I found, yeah
Turning the pain into art, I’m painting the sound
The music fit drop unannounced
Still niggas struggle off allowance
28g, that’s a count
Pack my bag and leave the town
It’s trap forever, I’m back whenever
I only dey smile to the teller
Awful terror, I’m used to the syrup
I’m with the product like a seller
Shooting shot, your own be Jell-O
If we start dey cash out, we go mellow
Accra City, so I'm thorough
Where the sun dey burn like its Nero
So I’m taking my chances
In the rain with the Devil, I’m dancing
Corpse paint on my face like I’m Marilyn Manson
Steady looking for answers
Yeah
[Refrain: Chief Kellz]
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
What you coming at my man fo'?
Chain Gang like I’m Django

Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
What you coming at my man fo'?
Chain Gang like I’m Django

[Verse 2: A-Clipse]
Money in bundles, credit to bando's
Niggas dey strap for the road like a sandal
If e be risk you dey talk, e be ample, aye
The trap still dey jump like it's Zanku, aye
Whipping the work like its Banku
Shabba just bill up the herb like a bamboo
'Fore I go pray, I go fill up the buta
After that wutah, shit is a taboo, aye
Like Naadu, aye
I wan forever be stuck to the Mills
For Badoo, aye
My paddy dey surf, he dey try find a deal
No shampoo, aye
Many be washed for the head, e be real
Boys no dey cry but you menners dey squeal
Let off my weight on a joint like I kneel
That's I feel
I cannot change how I goes like that
Last time my nigga had 5-0 on him was when a nigga had to hold 5 packs
Straight from the bando onto a band, power really dey in some O's like that?
Well, tell the plug make he throw me a pack
I go go make some bread then show right back
Aye
[Refrain: Chief Kellz]
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
What you coming at my man fo'?
Chain Gang like I’m Django

Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
Bando bando
Plenty niggas in the bando
What you coming at my man fo'?
Chain Gang like I’m Django

[Verse 3: Kojo Trip]
I just pulled up to the trap
The homies know I don’t relax
Mauve with me in the cut
What you pull up on my mans for?
Run up on you, that’s your ass fault
Gearing for you like the asphalt
Not a rapper I’m a pastor
And I know a sermon ain’t what you asked for
It's exactly what your ass got
I—I been killing this shit, been lit since beginning of time
I been outta my mind this world like half of the time
Had to learn to be dope 'cause my life’s on the line
So I took to these rhymes
I am way too vested in my plans
Flow like I don’t know dry land
We chase the the cake just to break bread
She’ll still get a D with that great head
And no doubt
I'mma give it my all till I’m dead in a box
And I ain’t talking no bouts
Ain’t a single rule we won’t flout
It’s no clout
Straight out the West Side
We be the best guys
Can’t nobody test I
I, gather my thoughts
Then I let fly
We soaring like jets, bye
Life is a trip, meyɛ ɔkwantuni
And I'mma get there, make them all believe
Nobody be sick, I'm the remedy
Trip