It goes one for the bitches, two for the town
Three for the busters, so get up everybody cause be bout to clown
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, here it is, playa, slump for your trunk
Turn it up and let it bump, straight gangsta funk
For your ass, coming, straight outta Oakland
The city where you get your wig split wide open
Known to most, from coast to coast
As the city of macks and Short Dog's the host
So everybody make way for the dangerous crew
And what we came to do is spit game at you
[Rappin' Ron]
The Rappin' Ron from the motherfucking Dangerous Crew
Nigga duck when I buck cause I'm aiming at you
Cause you know I point my gat at, whoever that I'm mad at
I'm coming from the town so you know I ain't gonna have that
Nigga talking crazy motherfucker
I think you'd better duck and watch a young brother buck a
Nigga in his ass bone cause you can't last long
When I got my mask on I gotta get my blast on
I'm just a gangsta, nigga, you know that I be coming tight
I fucks it up every time that I grabs a mic
My name is Rappin' Ron, I'm one that you can trap and con
Cause now I'm finna hit the four and get me a fat sack of bomb
[Pee Wee]
Like that, crack another sack and let me back up off this yak
And show these playa-hating niggas how to act
Tricks sit back cause I ain't with you bitches tugging on my testicles
You ain't no bitch, you must be fucking homosexual
Hanging on some blueballs, you're on my dick when you call
I told y'all nigga screwballs, you're going like a Ru Pauls
And I ain't got time to listen to rhymes
I'm trying to find, a top of the line bitches
Behind me and you can't grind
So when you're trying to find the number to the motel
Go tell your bitch the crew's due for some mo' tail
And bring your sisters and cousins there, too
I got a stump for your hunt when she fucked with the Crew, nigga
[Ant Diddley Dog]
Ant Diddley motherfucking Dog straight coming like a sick man
Got all these punk bitches sprung on my dick span
Got 'em moving they head cause it's on hit
Now they want long dick, but too late, I'm gone bitch
Hanging with the famous Dangerous Crew, smoking dank
Drinking a gang of brew, look how I came a new
A motherfucking mack, the real McCoy
You still a boy, listen up nigga, kill the noise
Don't act like you don't know I'm from the O
I've been wrecking so when you're steppingbe expecting a chin-checking
A badass influence, ain't never been a punk
Put this in, let it bump, get a fifth and get drunk
[Father Dom]
I mack all kind of bitches, to hell with the snitches
If a nigga trip, I'm a give his ass stitches
Punk pussies pitching fits, cause Dom will never quit
You need to go on with that ho shit, because you no-bitch
Nigga from the North side of Oakland ain't no joke
I used to slang coke, now I'm paid from what I wrote
Doing thangs with the Dangerous Crew
And I thought you knew when I rip I'll have your bitch saying "Ooh
Damn, Father Dom's the man!"
She let me hit that shit from the back, slam bam thank you ma'am
So Ant Diddley pass the dank so your partner can drank and smoke
I'm saying peace out to all of my Dangerous folks
[Too $hort]
Tore that ass bitch when I came to town
'79 dropped Caddy slamming James Brown
Hoes sprung cause I bought a new car again
Take the James Brown out and ride Parliament
I got the L to the double O T bitch
And if you ain't seen me, you ain't seen shit
I gotta send a shout out, to all you niggas wearing pink
Cause you look like a motherfucking bitching thing
(Aw that was fly, dude) I need to check your ass
Cause you a broke-ass nigga, ain't got no cash
And if you're not, I'll tell you what I came to do
Spit the game at you, and make some changes, fool
I run the Dangerous Crew, where every nigga can flow
We make the funky-ass beats and every nigga pimp hoes
Cause we from Oakland, ask us what we smoking
[E-40:]
Aight, one O this E Fizee
I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher 'Count Dracula'
Who just teaches a brother how to, you know
Count his marbles, you know....what about you?
[Mack 10:]
You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
365 seven days I believe crack pays
My estates been guarded by pitbulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs movin weight like I should
Cause a nigga livin good don't mean he went Hollywood
Dog I practice my craft so each year I get better
To stay ghetto and clever and be richer than ever
[E-40:]
Fonzarelli man I thought you was a rebel I am
But tell me this then: why you move up out the ghetto?
Motherfucker I am the ghetto I beg your pardon
Nigga I was grindin tryna take niggas heads off
Flossin and fuckin hoes when you was kindergarden
Nigga this ain't 'Lenny & Squiggy'
Nigga this E Fizee and Mack Tizee
Fuckin with italian romiane pasta chicken tortellini
30 odd 6 custodian with the scope far from Nickelodeon
No shit no joke southern Cali up north se we be rollin
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
Plead the 5th but don't snitch
No case cause every Po-Po and they mammy know
That 12 gauge equipment can be traced
Stand on your bunions nigga don't try to get caught in his draws
Cause them 2.2.3.'s be penetratin' through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit didn't pay child support
Thinkin' about skippin town movin to Shreveport, biAtch!
[Chorus:]
You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(from L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin)
(make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen)
You see I can't stop I won't stop til I check a mill
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(see you my dude right that mean we partners in crime)
(it's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime, biAtch!)
[Mack 10:]
Forty, I'm one bro that's in the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble and make feddy by the gumble?
Marv said we got bigga triggas Mack we got bigga figures
Now throw the top back on the 'rarri and bang gears on these niggas
And watch what money show you bout niggas
That don't know you busters is gone hate
Real G´s is happy for you
It's Mack Dime on the grind fool it´s my time to shine
Now would you niggas kick back and let me mine?
[E-40:]
Causin havoc sparkin up chaos bringin the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters mobbin under buckets
If you can't beat us then join us get on the team street sweepers
Grenade, riffles and M1 car beams, dice game
Craps bets over car titles, pink slips, cash money
Watchin out for rival gang members beefin bad weather
But it all boils down to who got the most paper
[Chorus]
[Mack 10:]
I shoot 'em up like syringers I know what real ends is
Low-Lows, Harley Davis and big body benzes
Ain't been faded so far on my wrist I got a R
Hundred thousand dollar car cause I push the caviar
So what's up what you need everybody huddle up
Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 and E-Fourtay
[E-40:]
Sometimes I wonder if it´s worth this
Fuckin with the law tryna make it look like I'm runnin
A legitimate tow truck service with a 'just-say-no'
Drug bumper sticker on the back of my window (back window)
Knowin I been smokin a gang of Indo
Around the corner 4 houses down across the way
Way make a right and then a left over there by Safeway
And when you get there page me punch in
How much ya wanna spend separate the 20's from the 1's 5's and 10's
Slick, sly, sharp narcotic vendors always do business
In shoppin centers Buck 'em stick 'em stuck 'em don't ever fuck me
Hate 'em bleed 'em love 'em shit can get ugly
[Chorus]
Hoo Bang Hoo Ride, Hoo Bang Hoo Ride
Hoo Ride Hoo Bang
We havin big thangs
Ice Cube, the only nigga that can bring Too $hort out of retirement
Representin money
Hmm, beeitch
[Verse One: Ice Cube, Too $hort]
Wise crackin felines, unh
Can a nigga make a bee-line?
to that nappy area, don't wanna marry ya
Just wanna bury ya head in a pillow
Sorry but I got a kilo pussy-willow
Janked ass penicillin, ain't got ta ask how ya feelin
I'm tha nigga that got ya squealin
Ya wanna know how we keep these hoes in check?
Keep them broke and keep their panties soakin wet
I like to smoke big, ride fat, and always stack cash
Believe me, keep her breezy with her fat ass (fat ass)
Big thangs on my mind ain't trippin at all
They call me $hort, but I got a big dick in my drawers
I feel like a giant sometimes, bitch don't stare
You'll go blind from my diamonds
Tryin ta size me up, but basketball I ain't playin
Call a tech, blow the whistle, throw the bitch out the game
[Chorus:]
We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)
Big thangs baby ($hort Dawg and Cube)
We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)
Big thangs baby (you know it's true, really doe)
[Verse Two: Ice Cube, Too $hort]
Now how can I let this bitch run it?
When her ass ain't never felt the seats of a 600 (now)
Tricks we take shits at the rents, we don’t get excited
over long hair and big tits
$hort Dawg they get hella weak, when I tell the freak
we the richest niggas that you gonna ever meet
We got bosses in the back, countin the stack
We got cunts in the front with Hennesey and blunts
Now what you want?
She wanna get fucked all night long, bitch what's up?
You know I got a tight song
Heard me on the radio, I can't go wrong
but you ain’t got no features, this can't go on
You're like a bundle of joy, but you're unemployed
You ain't throwin, so the pussy is just null and void
Do you really understand what I'm tellin you
Looks can be decieving, and bitch I ain't even feelin you
[Chorus: add additional line]
Best believe me, it ain't easy, to be off the heazee
[x2]
[Verse Three: Ice Cube, Too $hort ]
You can try and figure out the new shit we on
Before you break yourself, make yourself at home
Give thanks, when it's Ice Cube, $hort Dawg, and Ant Banks
We all platinum, now ya got ta add francs
to the salary, that'll be cash or charge
So large, got a whole floor actin mirage
We like big thangs, we like runnin big trains
of big beautiful bitches with big brains
Bitches with big brains, I went to Spelman College
To see if my dick could get some higher knowledge
But pussy is pussy from Bel-Air to the projects
Bitch better suck my dick
Ain't nothin new, the game is old
You think the bitch is decent, and that's the same old hoe
Used to fuck the whole crew, we was ballin man
Westside!!! You know we doin big thangs
[Chorus: same as Verse Two]
[Outro: Ice Cube, $hort Dawg]
We off that heazy bitch
Beeeyyyitch
Hey $hort, give em yo part
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich
Do all that shit
She can even lick my dick, but I ain't lickin no clits
It's the Bayside (Massacre)
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on [x2]
[Mr. Ill]
I was missing from my christening
Chewing on my writing pen persuing the enlightenment
To tighten nitwit game and lighten dim lit brains
The Rebirth, shit, I'm off the hook now
You see dirt through these terse, you will get shook pal
But look how children, be on some other shit
When the brother split, he coming back double grip
Bubble fit (Now) Bola (How?) Up off that cola
(Wow) Yo I done told ya (Blow) His life is over
Treachery is out to get with me, mental telepathy is saving me
I wear it like a badge of bravery, for safe haven see
Cause the grave in me calling me, but I ain't falling, G
They come in walls of three, I let 'em all have heat
I'm a let you know, check your testicles
Bet you're skeptical, with the letting go and wet you slow
And your ho, she gets some too, see your crew get run through
For you to undo, is like a llama learning kung fu
Drama's what I run you, mama's what you'll run to
I'm a go on and dump you and make you something to slum to
Chump you forgot to ask him, I got that platinum
Jump you, I bag and burn him, and bad ones learn from
Desert tongues get stripped out, if you gonna jump ship shout
You flipped out, then get clout, but that's not what this shit's bout
You salting my name, halting my fame, faulting my game
Niggas know I bring assault like the same
It's the Bayside (Massacre)
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on [x2]
[Rappin' Ron]
Fuck you bitch, I fish to fuck you quick
And what you get, is no props, I'm blowing up your whole block
It don't stop, I'm on top of this going down
Nigga peep Ron flow, the lawn mower's mowing now
And nigga I'm about to cut your grass
Smash the gas, hit the block, adjust the mask and bust your ass
Fuck the past, focus on the present tense
With president and no paraphenalia or evidence
I'm heaven-sent but never repent so I won't make it back
But if I go tell, fuck it, I might as well take a strap
As I bail through hell's deepest dungeon
I plunge in the fire pit, to see if I die quick
Or if I get ressurrected and reincarnated
And when motherfuckers look to check, double R made it
Rappin' Ron, sending busters to trapping john
Blowing up so much shit niggas swore that I just got back from Nam
Bombs drop when Ron cocks nine glocks
And when the time's hot my nine pops non-stop
So nigga why not bust a shot and leave fools dead
Cause fool I got chops and glocks in my toolshed
Who said that you fled and Ron never stomped ya?
Nigga, I'm a monster, you know Ron can conquer
I'm the rawest flawless, Diddley Dog is the tallest
And I'm the shortest, but notice that I flow this
You're bogus, you can't get me, hit me or fuck with me
The shit be bumping, it's just me and Ant Diddley
Dumping, pumping, swelling fools' heads like a pumpkin
And my assumption is that you'll be shorter than a munchkin
The rhyme carrier, breaking the barrier and blasting ya
And dogging you like a terrier on the Bay Area Massacre
It's the Bayside (Massacre)
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on [x2]
[Gangsta P]
Meet this gangsta nigga worser than Charles Manson
AK in my motherfucking hand, I'm demanding
Niggas who grab the mic and perpetrate this rap game, time to dust ya
SNV soldier firm like they should've told ya, now it's slaughter
Triple-6 thoughts got me caught up like Anita in the rapture
When I capture, ain't no escaping you bastards
Bow down to the devil taker, bodybag zipper creep
Made can't another nigga fade a
Flow like I flow, eastside O
Homicidal face-to-face, do you like 'em detrimental?
Flipping the script on my own shit
Disrespecting, you going to feel 50 from this fucking clip, bitch
Pray for holy water cause I gotcha
On this Bay Area massacre
It's the Bayside (Massacre)
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on [x2]
[Ant Banks]
I get around like a carousel
So ain't no motherfucker similar, equal, or either parallel
It's no equivalent, so nigga don't be ignorant
But different, cause what the nigga meant was insignificant
A ligament is what I'm finna breaking then I wake is what I hit em with
I make the nigga shake then penetrate
And yeah I did the shit, for all you suckers and cluckers
And motherfuckers causing ruckus, and bustas who think they hustlers
What's this world coming to? Crews is what I'm running through
You're tumbling, wondering, what the fuck I done to you
Cause one or two, I'm coming through, three or four, we can throw
But five six seven and eight, you gonna go to hell and wait
Until I get there, shit yeah, then it's gonna be on
Catch the homies come then he gone, if he would have only known
I ain't to be fucked with, nigga I'm willing to buck shit
Them niggas be rushing and bucking
I still be ducking and fucking 'em up quick
It's the Bayside (Massacre)
The Bayside (Massacre) On and on and on [x2]
[Jock]
Big fat dick out to you side busting, ho trusting ass
motherfuckers out there, you know what I'm saying?
Us East Bay niggas ain't trusting no hoes
Before we trust a bitch we suck 1000 clapping dicks
and swim through liquid shit
A bitch ain't nothing but a sympathetic wreck
All she fall to the toilet and break her motherfucking neck
Bitch, back on up and recognize young Jock for the 95 or 96
Coming dope for my nigga Ant Banks, you know what I'm saying?
He ain't bullshitting with you motherfuckers out here
[Too $hort:]
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.
[Chorus:]
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
Ohh, come on, come on
[Too $hort:]
I make money like a motherfucker
It ain't no thang to me
$hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed
Ain't no bust partner, that's the thrid week
I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
The phone and TV ended with a green smell
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
$hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull shittin make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it's a major
Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager
Today I'm on the westcoast
Tommorrow I'm in Texas
Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus
$horty drop the bass in the mix
You know what's next beitch
I'm sure to get rich
[Chorus]
[2Pac:]
Haha
I'd be the thuggin ass outlaw
Til my fuckin casuct drops
Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops
This is for the hustlaaaaas
Believe me coming stapped with the gak
When you see me
Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin
Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin
Born in these projects destined to fate
Collecting mail on these broke bitches
Slanging that game
Now shit done changed
It ain't the the same
I ain't lyin niggas are dyin
Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin
In the penatentary or in the cemetary
Gettin high no need to worry
Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots
Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
This year bringin you the fix
Including Ant Banks in the mix
We're sure to get rich
Still I ride.
[Chorus]
[MC Breed:]
I'm a cold-hearted fool
I mean a fool at heart, head strong
and I won't be headed home if he falls apart
Conatact niggas like a part time
When I ride the beat
Ain't no way to hide from the darkside
Man of many mens till the very end
and blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter
and we can have us a gak to gak talk
Do it old style and do a back to back walk
Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
and we can put the bull shit to an end
I figure if he plays around he lays around
and he's a motherfucker ?????? calls a corner when I'm around
Bodies are buried and found all around
and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true
Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya
So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit
The shit won't change as long as I'm alive
I gotta survive and keep it tight
For the funky beats I made I get for my grade
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, I can't hang with you
Cause I'm from Oakland, bitch, where the game is true
You don't belive me? Well, come on slide through
Because the city of dope will give you somethin' to ride to
Put my tape in your deck and do some damages
But the six by nines, they can't handle this
I'm twenty-three so I'm far from a young buck
This gin and juice is gettin' me pumped up
Fake rappers get chumped up
You wanna slang'em, watch your face gettin' lamped up
Well, what's my name? You can call me Banks for short
You wanna book me? You're about to see a gangsta show
Cause I be tighter than tight, give me a brew and the mic
And it will be on like chickenbone, you know that's right
Some mothafuckas didn't belive that I can do this shit
Kick some funky ass rhymes with some beats that hits
Now I'm provin' them wrong but still suckas wanna clown
But you jealous mothafuckas ain't bringin' me down
I kept faith in myself, that's what I had to do
To make it out here and stop fuckin' with you
I'm 2 the head...
Yeah! Now all you fake niggaz: get the fuck off my nuts!
I got my shit rollin' so now I'm like a mack in town
And when I'm ridin' through, the hoes be flaggin' me down
I'm just a player kickin' funky shit with the Dangerous Clique
And all these bitches, they out to get some famous dick
But I ain't trippin', girl, you can bring that ass on
Cause all this jockin' shit ain't guaranteed to last long
But while it's happenin' you know I'm straight lovin' it
You put your pussy in position and I'm pluggin' it
But if you're lookin' for a nigga with a touch of affection
You better take your ass to the love connection
Cause, hoe, I ain't got no trust in you
Cause if another rapper comes you'll be fuckin' him too
And that's real, save the love for ?????
Cause it's all about mackin' in 92
One love, I ain't goin' that far
I'm better known as a gigolo rap star
I like to fuck groupie bitches cause it's fun too
And I never get played cause I'm young true
Hoes wanna be mine but that's a no no
Get the fuck off my face, bitch, I'm 2 the head, hoe
Now for verse three, you know it never quits
Cause Ant Banks is in the house makin' hits
And since I'm doin' this I gotta deal with jealous punks
Mad cause my shit like pumps in the trunks
And when I'm ridin' I gotta roll strapped in my 500 Benz
Cause it's sittin' kinda phat, fake niggas smile on my face
But they ain't bold ones
Trippin' out cause they ain't ridin' on gold ones
I know you're envies, that's hell of dumb for me
Cause the shit I got, it didn't come for free
Late nights at the studio bustin' my ass crack
Tryin' to make hits, man, but where was your ass at?
Probably at the corner drinkin' Old E, slangin' D
See, you was sleepin', now everybody's know me
I guess hard work pays and doin' nothin' is off
Lazy niggas like you were once fuckin' us off
Stop talkin' about me and get a J-O-B instead
Bitch ass nigga, I'm 2 the head...
Yeah and this goes out to all you shit talkin'
[Spice 1]
Blowe! Jah man, Spice 1 with the biggity biggity Banksta in
the house, jah man we making it funky enough man
And me come like this!
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one
Jah man! Come again now
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 Posse busting a cap cause me the one, blowe blowe!
Jah man, pick up this gat and make you spray yourself, AK yourself
And that's for any motherfucker that wants to play yourself
187 up on that ass with the murder shit
I shank this pistol up your ass and hollar "Dookie stick"
You ain't ??? the clip into that ass, G
Split personality so I mask me
And turn into the murderer
Me say me kicking the rasta shit, nigga I'm serving ya
Blowe blowe! And if you ever disrespect me I'm a bank ya
Slip this clip up in this glock and watch is stang ya
Cause niggas try to blast that ass
And with a big AK I can't run too fast, yeah
You see a nigga like a maniac, bitch with a gat
And comes crack, hey G hand me that
The murder felon with the big black trigger
And I still make change out of five dollar ass, nigga
You can try but it ain't that easy
To kill a motherfucking G
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one
Jah man! Come again now
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 Posse busting a cap cause me the one, blowe blowe!
[Too $hort]
Now bitches love an old school nigga like me
Cause I got the pimp G-A-M-E
Some niggas get jealous but they way too soft
I had the whole house rock like the Haywood fall
You know you gotta come real, you gotta come with it
Get caught slipping and your ass gonna get it
Life ain't nothing but a stage show bitch
Play your part and get paid for the shit
You can smoke that nigga, and be on top
But living in Oakland you might get shot
Always over that money and them bitches
Cross the game and watch the shit get vicious
And don't think it's gonna be easy, man
Listen to the Short Dog and peep the game
Cause the niggas out there who shot Davey D
They know it's hard to kill a real fucking G
[Spice 1]
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one
Jah man!
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, now I'm that mack with the shiny black gat
.380 just waiting to snatch your cap back
And if you try to jack, that ass won't last
Real G's stay strapped and boy I'm bout to blast, yeah
We busting a cap cause we the one
We filling your ass up and leaving holes in your lungs
For thinking your ass could ever kill a motherfucking G
You're smoking on that crack, so punk nigga please
Back up and get a clue, and find out who you're stepping to
You're flirting with danger, and we be the fucking crew
Kicking much ass like we always do
>From day one it's been done, fool I thought you knew, motherfucker
[Spice 1]
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one
Jah man! Come again now
Came me selling cocaine, me shoot undercover cop a
Me kicking the the funky gangsta, kicking the funky rasta
me say me hop the fence with bloody glock to make it away
Me got to use me glock cause five-oh banned the AK
Me say the 187, 187, me load in the clip a
The 187, the 187, me shooting up shit a
Jah man, come again now, blowe blowe!
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 spot busting a cap cause me the one
Jah man! Come again now
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 Posse busting a cap cause me the one
Jah man, biddy bye bye!
Me busting a cap cause me the one
The 187 uzi, pack an uzi weigh a ton
Jah man! Play ya self
Jah man, Ant Banks in the motherfucking house man, blowe blowe!
Busting a cap in your ass man with the gangsta shit
Spice 1, jah man! Come down with the funky shit, man
Mhisani in the motherfucking house, sell me a sack mon
So we can get fucked up mon smoking a blunt, blowe!
Short Dog in the motherfucking house, blowe!
Motherfucking Dangerous Crew, blowe blowe!
[Ant Banks: spoken]
Oooh, goddamn, I'm glad you set it off
Ha ha, yeah, you know
Pooh-Man, big sucker, fat face fucker
So won't you just pucker up and suck the nuts of the big, big badass nigga
Ant Banks, let's do this shit, you know
Let's do this shit, nigga
The big bad ass, yeah
[Ant Banks:]
Enough is enough with this fake ass bullshit
My finger's on the trigger and I'm itchin' to pull it
Now let's see who's the first mark on my hit list
Is it Winnie the Pooh? No, it's Pooh-man, the big bitch
You're just a mark till you heart miss a piddy
Made another fake tape, and yet it sounds so shitty
So meet your maker, muthafucka, I made you
Put a quarter in your ass and I just played you, nigga
You frontin' like you rough and tough
But you was screamin' like a bitch when Hub socked that ass up
I know the real, nigga, you just a punk
And why you keep runnin' if you wanted some funk, nigga?
Fake gangster, you off by a long shot
Quick to get popped if I catch you on the wrong block
I keep a full clip up in my tank
And you'll get tossed by the boss when you fuckin' with Banks, nigga
[Chorus:]
Fuckin' with Banks
Yeah boy, you'll get mopped when you're...
Fuckin' with Banks
You get that ass socked up when you're...
[Ant Banks:]
Three albums out, and they all on the flop list
See, you can't even rap, that's why your ass got dropped, bitch
Cuz the niggas I roll with is dangerous
We don't let no fake niggas hang with us
I break that ass off with no remorse
You can't hang with the Banks, you better stay on the porch, nigga
With your bitch ass voice, shit, you sound like a chipmunk
Tryna be hard, you ain't nothin' but a big punk
So give it up nigga, rappin' wasn't made for you
And all that dissin' that you doin' can't fade me, Pooh
You're just jealous and mad cuz I'm rollin'
While my pockets stay fat from the cash I'm foldin'
Your 'Judgment Day' done came and went
With some local sales, but that ain't shit, nigga
So you better keep fuckin' with dank
And watch your back in the town while you fuckin' with Banks
[CHORUS]
[Ant Banks:]
The world's biggest simp could never be a pimp
His name is Pooh-Man, yeah word to the wimp
He's a bitch ass nigga ya'll, take it from me
Just a studio gangsta, he's fakin' to be
An MC on the microphone, you better leave it alone
You little wanna be Too $hort clone
There's only one little rap mack from the 'O'
Who put your ass on the map, so dog, let him know
[Too $hort: spoken]
Fake ass nigga always wanted to be me
I remember when I met that nigga in '84
Bitchin' behind Racia
Cuz I slapped that bitch down in my homeboy basement
Nigga, the bitch was gettin' finger fucked by $hort Dog
She was supposed to be your bitch
But she was lovin' me, nigga, you mark
You still a mark, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's why Little D slapped you at Eastmont Mall
Fakin' like you was from the village
Man, you ain't with it
[Goldy:]
Pooh-Man you ain't shit, never been shit, never gon' be shit
Remember Shorty The Pimp's tour, right?
I was fuckin' a bitch and you was eatin' her pussy and suckin' my dick
Mhisani, nicknamed Goldy, pullin' your bitch card
So ready to clown, my dick's hard
You licked more tramps that P's got licks on a guitar
Hip hop on the green, that's the weary part
Banks put 'em up and called you out, but you ran cuz you's a scary mark
Bitch nigga, switch hitter, is it the deuce or the nine?
Hangin' in the village done got your car shot up,
playin' both sides of the line
Fuck you and that garbage that made your dopefiend father and hoe'n ass mother
Tellin' everybody you from your mother's rotten pussy, called 'The Gutter'
Jive signed you and dropped you
Dangerous signed you and dropped you
Paris signed you and dropped you
Now I heard you went out on a rumor, snortin' hop
[Ant Banks: spoken]
Pooh-Man you a sucka, fat face fucker
So won't you just pucker up and kiss the nuts
Of the big, big bad ass, nigga
You know, Dangerous Crew in the house, bitch
Some of that old '94 shit
We know ya can't fade it, bitch
[Ant Banks]
A nigga bored as fuck
I've been sittin here perkin since four o'clock
with a fifth of Remi in me, gotta get me to the club now
I'm feelin freaky, I can see me makin love now
Time to roll out - call Kevin it's a quarter to eleven
Come scoop your homey up and hit Club 227
It's like heaven, bitches everywhere and they dressed all tight
Fill my hoe up with drink and we fuckin tonight
[Captain Save M']
I know I seen her in a magazine, but maybe I'm trippin
This drink got me slidin when I'm ridin then I'm sippin
Just made it to the club and already got some action
Maybe it's the candy 500 SL that got 'em reactin
Once you in girl you ain't gotta think about a drink
Just meet me at the bar
You and your partner, me and my cousin Ant Banks
We can do it live one time just so you will notice me
[Chorus: x2]
Drinks on me baby, all night
All the drinks that you need baby, drink on
You can drink, get your double up, drink it up
Drink it up, baby girl, til you ready to fuck; (I said)
[Ant Banks]
I got my Rolex glistenin and the bitches be whisperin
Ant Banks is gettin the pussy and they know I be listenin
and I'm peepin out the haters who be hatin my name
Don't hate the player motherfucker hate the motherfuckin game
It's a shame I'm the regulator
I'm at the bar buyin hoes brand new seperators, back it up baby
Ss-slow baby, take your time
After two more of these drinks, shoot, that ass is mine
[Captain Save M']
Might just be me
but you're movin like one of them private dancers
Doin your duty, bumpin and grindin on ME, with your big-ass booty
Baby got me twisted, if she think it ain't all gravy
As much money as I spent on you, you must be my lady
Half-black and filipino is ingredients that I be
Got me holla'n UNNNNNNNGH, How You Do Dat Dere like Master P
I Got the Hook-Up, from XO to Alize to Hennesey
It's the artist formerly known as Captain Save-a-Hoe
Now you can have
[Chorus]
[Ant Banks]
Bitch on the dancefloor feelin it
She got a drink in her hand and the bitch spillin it
all over me, gotta lick it off
Got my hands up her coochie getcha wet and soft
I know you love it, youse a tramp and you know it too
It ain't too much shit yo' ass won't do
I'm playin with the titties, now baby showin em
Cause bitches let the drank bring out the real hoe in them
You know?
[Captain Save M']
They say that Freaks Come Out at Night so let it be
I'm tryin to get nationwide with these freaks like BET
Once again like they say the gin'll make you sin
So babygirl let me ask you: let's be friends!
Let me quench yo' thirst and I'll make it right
with some full-service drinks all through the night
Oh, you wanna show yo' ass and act bad, well scratch yo' itch
Yo DJ, cut the music, so I can act like
my other cousin Too $hort and call this babyhoe a BEEOTCH!
[Intro: Jock]
Yeah, Young jock up in this beezee
Claiming and representing that S-P geezee shit
Putting it down with my nigga the big bad ass
Spice 1 and King T
High siding and westside riding
Got my nigga from the feezee up in this beezee
We doing big thangs in the nine seezee
Kicking bitches in the booty and pointing out their
Duty
Yeah any motherfucker that wanna try us knows where
To find us
Motherfucker
[King Tee:]
This shit couldn't get no harder
Niggas is about to make me flip and commit manslaughter
All my dreams result to nightmares
So I walk around the hood strapped like I don't care
Truth or dare, I dare you to dis the west coast
The truth is them niggas will split your vest loc
With hollowpoint slugs, Crips and Bloods, we come deep
And roll in those Range Rover Jeeps
I was a made man at fifteen years
Cause momma didn't raise no faggotty queer
I got paid fronting bad colors in the ninth grade
And on the westside is where I play
Straight sick, when my big uncle smoked dip
And grabbed his four four and took me with him on a
Lick
And sure as the sun will come up and just shine
The niggas couldn't believe the Rolex was all mine
[Spice-1:]
Yeah divine niggas the lexxy shine and the fetty
Motherfuckers ain't ready, see they won't hold their
Heads steady
When we come with the fifty caliber Desert Eagle
Feeling you motherfuckers over slugs equal
You these diamonds on the pinky, Rolex up on the wrist
Next nigga run up on me for my pieces is catching
Whole clips
No sucker to the G-A in me
You fail to realize sometimes that I dump on G-P
Black Bossalini, King T-E-E and S-P-I
Born to die, westside riding staying high
187 proof a ma-a-mack ten shooter
Hope the ba-a-black talons go right through you
Been mobbing since a youngster, laced like hundred spokes
Ain't no rules in the game, niggas die and go for broke
He didn't no I was strapped, he didn't no I was ready
Blow a hole in his chest and take off with a nigga's fetty
[Chorus:]
Real killers on the westside don't be fooled
We in the sun where the kids wear their vests to school
Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive
(West Side)
Refuse to leave them player haters alive
Real killers on the westside don't be fooled
We out west where the kids wear their vests to school
Soft niggas don't survive they be taking a dive
(West Side)
Refuse to leave them player haters alive
[King Tee:]
Ah yes all the way to niggas in projects
That heard about the King that be strapped with two techs
Rolling in a Lex with them twenty inch chrome rims
Trying to find a ho for some trim
Laid back, smoking on the doja loc
At the light all the hos watch me cough and choke
Young player, can I take a ride with you
Hell no, can I trust my life with you
You look shady just left four? with four babies
And I can hear your ass screaming save me
Trick I'm in a zone guns, clips and chipped up phones
And Vibe tapes of old love songs straight gone
Dipping and giving a fuck at who's tripping
Catch a nigga at the airport slipping
Huh, what a shame send his ass back from where it
Came in a casket
California love turned drastic
I'm come G'd up, niggas getting beat up
And I'm smoking all their dirt cess weed up
King T's G style got them hiding
Cause this is what we call west riding
[Spice-1:]
See some of the haters try to fade you partner, but
Ain't nobody coming close
I keep some scissors up in the cut, so give me ten feet at the most
Ain't no generic artificial, Realer than you can imagine
Passing out in the back of limos with a lap full of cash and mashing
Dreaming of mad tales, with waterfalls in swimming pools
I'm living the life of a rap star
Eighty thousand dollar cars, jaccuzzi rooms with minibars
Hit the casino dropping fetty on tables smoking Cuban cigars
You need to quit
Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split
Tore back ass out bringing you your hat
Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S-P-I
But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm born to die
I gets medieval up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches
The gangsterism resulting in murderism
Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga
Where the scrilla
Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off my mask
Hitting the corner, hopping up in my Benz with your cash
Mobbing I mash out, you ass out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
[Chorus]
West side Riding while we getting higher
That's the way we do it
West side Riding while we getting higher
That's the way we do it
Yeah, c'mon, yeah
Some of this ol' hype shit, you know what I'm saying?
Fuck with it, punk nigga, yeah
Here we go with this ill shit, I knew I had to kick it
Bout these punk ass niggas in the town thinking they wicked
It's my time, thought I couldn't spit rhymes?
Well my shit grinds, so kick back and watch me get mine
You fake ass popping that shit but can't fade
Talking about you're better, but nigga who's getting paid?
So wake up, your wack ass is weak as fuck
Raise up off my fucking nuts cause nigga your shit sucks
Fake rapper with your fat-ass ego
Boy you ain't moving shit in the E-A-S-T O
Cause it's the city where the boys side, fool
(Awwwwwwww shit!) Now you know what they riding to
Straight funk from the Crew that's Dangerous
And punk niggas like you can't hang with us
So get your bitch ass back before you get smacked
With the motherfucking rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Motherfuckers don't fuck around, with the big Banks from Oaktown
Motherfuckers don't fuck around, or your punk ass will get beat down
Yeah, it goes down in the motherfucking town of Oakland
Try to clown and your ass gets smashed and smoked and
A lotta niggas I know grew up straight marks
Now they think they hard
(Nigga what's up, you want some funk, what's happening boy?)
Rolling with the crew, niggas deep as fuck
But when the shit goes down, your ass gots to cut
Punk nigga needs his ass kicked
Show that noggin on my block and I'm a blast it
Cause I done had it with the bullshit
You tapping all that lip, you wanna scrap, you getting fooled, bitch
Think you tough with the shit you talk
Behind a nigga back, ain't setting it off
You wanna go toe-to-toe come with it
Oh I forgot, you just a punk, forget it
Motherfuckers don't fuck around, with the big Banks from Oaktown
Motherfuckers don't fuck around, or your punk ass will get beat down
I know you jealous of my crew and that's funny as hell
And all the hoes in the town know it's easy to tell
Your bitch is creeping to my house on the late night
Sucking on my dick like a motherfucking base pipe, yeah
That's why I'm like breaking it down to ya
The whole click is making their rounds, nigga
Tramp slut with the big ol' butt
Drinking gallons of nut, so boy you know what's up
Stop fronting, and playing them bitch-ass games
Before your ass gets smoked and I ain't playing no games
Don't trip just because you know I'm talking to you
And when my boys catch you slipping, your ass is through
Cause I come from the crew that's Dangerous
And punk niggas like you can't hang with us
So get your bitch-ass back before you cold get
Smacked with the motherfucking rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Yeah, punk motherfucker, know what I'm saying?
Dangerous Crew in that motherfucking ass, nigga
Motherfuckers don't fuck around, with the big Banks from Oaktown
Yeah, we got my nigga Short Dog in the motherfucking house
Telling y'all niggas about that loot
Cause you don't know nothing about that, you know?
Do it to 'em
I used to be a broke-ass nigga from the Oaktown
Remember Too Short? Bitch I ain't broke now
I sold 6 million albums since I got my start
I be all up and down them Billboard charts
That shit is easy, fucking with the Dangerous Crew
And kick back while I tell you about making the loot
Get in where you fit if you making it fast
Cause a real motherfuck might check your ass
Take all your loot, kick down your door
The word got around you's a bitch-ass hoe
Hanging with these same ass niggas that owe you cash
That won't pay your ass
Them niggas just owe you for life
Be all in your face every day and night
If you'd have broke their ass off years ago
For fucking off all them counts of dough
You wouldn't be a broke-ass nigga today
(I'm a get that shit back) Well I'd figure you'd say that
Cause you go way back, rewind and play it back
You just a fat fucking needle in the haystack
They should've just named you jack
Cause you ain't never gonna get that back
So reminice on the things you had
Cause you having money was just a fad
That's right (Bitch)
Either roll thick, or suck a fat dick (Gotta get my loot)
And niggas can't fuck with that (Gotta get my loot)
You working every day and can't never gat ahead in life
Stop punking out running cause you're scared to fight
You hang with nine broke niggas, you know the rest
Kiss a fake nigga ass and give a hoe respect
Lying all the time about your cash flow
And talking about shit that you think you know
Well motherfucker if you only knew
You made the next nigga rich while he stole your loot
You've been hoeing so long I bet you feel like a bitch
Why can't niggas like you get rich?
Cause you gotta be a hustler, can't be a buster
You ever get a ho, nigga, please don't trust her
Used to be rapping, now you slanging dope
Stressing so hard you want to hang your hope
Dreamed of owning a house, maybe two or three cars
Come up like a motherfucking movie star
But the shit ain't happened yet
And I'm an old-school rappin' vet
You trying to get your loot, I say you ain't some
Niggas get their cash, and some can't
Short Dog on the mic, watch me gank this bitch
All that shit you doing, boy you can't get rich
But don't give up, just stop faking the shit
Get off your ass and start making it, biiiitch
That's right (Bitch)
Either roll thick, or suck a fat dick (Gotta get my loot)
For 94 shit, bitch...That Ant Banks shit...
No, you can't fade it doe...Let’s do this shit, Banks!
Let these hoes know...
A nigga smooth hit a lick
And shit i came up quick
With some bumpin' ass beats
And a gang of dick for the hoes
Ant Banks just lay that shit
And for the way I hit it
You gotta pay me to quit, hoe
Cause I'm all about the cashflow
Sittin' back on somethin' phat
I know your ass know
Nigga comin' kinda tight for 94
Eyes on the prize, leavin' marks behind me, yo
I'm still kickin' it, rollin' in my Benzo
Fly day at mall and a boatload of endo
Just tossin' in the town with the Badass!
Hey, baby! What's up?
Not you, bitch, with your fat ass!"
Bumpin' bitches with my loced out tactics
Straight pimpgame is all that I practice
You can find me on the strip
Just actin' a fool
I got love in the town cause I'm so damn cool
I make the hoes wanna kick it
And drop'em drawls
And throw'em jaws all on my balls
I run some drama on your mama
Make her think I'm a square
Knowin' goddamn well
hat i'm a mothafuckin' player
"bitch!"
You betta do your home work
Cause the nigga Ant Banks
Is known for doin' dirt
"So any hoes wanna swing that ass:
you can bring that ass
and get nuts by the..."
The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...’
I'm havin' so many hoes, I don't know what to do...
The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...’
So just fire up the dank and pass the brew...
The big dick gangsta's in the house!
The big dick gangsta's in the house!
The big dick gangsta's in the house!
Bitch! You can get a fat dick in your mouth...
Makin' funky beats is my thang you know
And my lane to fame is just a gang of dough
And to kick it in the hood and hang with the hustlers
Spit game to the hoes and bust after busters
Bring a gat to your lap, do it just like that
With the strap I pack, I lay you flat on your back
So don't front on a nigga, just because I'm rappin'
I put a crome to your dome
You never knew what happen, nigga
"Uuuuh! You can't fade the Big Badass nigga
cause you might get sprayed!"
See cause everybody knows the banksta
The big dick gangsta who's fuckin' wit dank
And clockin' the bank
But wait I had to let the dank go
Shit so damn poky
I couldn't keep up with my bankroll
So now I drink drank till I'm drunk
Drip drag on these bitches till my dick gets suckin'
With the game I spit I'm rulin', my brotha
Game so damn tight, I have'em doin' each other, yo
Just ask any bitch who's the badass
And she'll tell you ass, nigga...
The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...’
I'm havin' so many hoes, I don't know what to do...
The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew...’
So just fire up the dank and pass the brew...
The big dick gangsta's in the house!
The big dick gangsta's in the house!
The big dick gangsta's in the house!
Bitch! You can get a fat dick in your mouth...
All I got is nuts for sluts who think they all that
Hit me on a beep, bitch, I bet I won't call back
"Cause my mack is too strong and my dick is too long
for your ass to shit on so little bitch get on!"
And don't trip, I do you like my nigga Blink
Fuck you in a cog
And won't stop till your shit don't stink
And you'd think I'm a mothafucka, bitch?
That's right, fuckin' mama’s so tight
And do the shit all night
The Big Badass, I'ma foolin' this
Nigga so damn cold, shit
I think I'm the coolest, yo
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this
[Chorus:]
Niggas in Oakland all day long
Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn
Making cash real fast and you know it's on
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
All we do is smoke that weed
And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed
And a little bit of head is all we need
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
[Ant Banks]
Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don't play that
Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
Cause rat packers try to jack that ass
From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash
And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it
Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it
Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and
Your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland
Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga close
Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost
And don't say Ant Banks didn't warn ya
About the loced-ass gangstas killing in California
That's where I'm from, nigga, rolling in my G-ride
Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside
Making all my fucking gitnotes
Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes
That's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning
Kicking back getting high lounging
It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew
You're sipping on a brew, you're pimping bitches too
And the shit don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be
Then macking these hoes should be equality
See, the game goes deep when you're rolling
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
[Chorus]
Nighttime falls and everybody's perking
No punks around so funks occurring
But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing
In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing
And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking
Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking
Knowing you's a balling-ass nigga everybody hates
Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight
Blowing up like dynamite
Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white
Fuck it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets
Playing punk bitches like puppets
Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks
Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat
To look good for the hoes, man these niggas ain't joking
Boy, you get that ass smoked in Oakland
[Chorus]
[Boots: spoken]
Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the
real. Motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we
know the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that
we don't play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and
you'll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit
to pay their rent. But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight
when we bent? Shit, see I ain't never had shit but my stripes
and my game and my life, and all them's just hand downs from my
grandaddy. Yeah, I'm living large kidding with Ant Banks, but I'm
[Intro: Ant Banks]
Hah yeah, Right about now
Ant Banks and J-Dubb in the mothafuckin' house
Oakland is in mothafuckin' full effect
Aiy, mothafucker kick the beat in
And let's do what we do
You understand what I'm saying?
Aiy yo, J, what the fuck we gonna call this shit?
Tell them what you named is
[J-Dubb:]
Yeah, Something Like That
[Ant Banks:]
Well, let's do it
[J-Dub:]
Back by demand, now we big as fuck
Because you was the public, you should know what's up
Big Thangs got us swoll, it was more than gold
It was the hit cause it was based on some crazy shit
So our final conclusion, has been permitted
Punks made us a target and knew that we would hit it
But that was a part of showbizz
[Ant Banks:]
Aiy yo homeboy
Why don't you tell them what your name is?
[J-Dub:]
Now, for the record it's Dub, and on the streets it's Villain
Squares keep chillin' cause I'm peelin' like Matt Dillon
On Gunsmoke, but I ain't the man of the law
I'm livin' raw, smokin' weed by the nuts with cough
And pullin' stuff
Niggaz better check their necks
I put a hex and shoot with slugs
And all the wrecks with techs and bullet vest
And every bitch I met would bet I kept it wet
Cause I'm a pimp but don't sweat
And players don't test
Now, who the man in the mass?
There ain't no reason to ask, I'm just gettin' my cash
Cause that's the part of the showbizz "ha ah"
Aiy yo homeboy
[Ant Banks:]
What's up?
[J-Dubb:]
Why don't you tell them what your name is?
[Ant Banks:]
Ant Banks, the Big Bad Ass
The nigga that's known for twistin' bitches when I tap that ass
I leave them stuck on stupid "stupid? "
And known for stressin' "uha"
So now, let's get the motherfuckin' session goin'
Flowin, it's time to start throwin'
Rhymes, so keep in mind all the Dollars I'm foldin'
When everybody knew in the time "yeah"
I'm just a down ass mothafucker goin' for mine
Unlike a lot of niggaz who claim they're gettin' busy
Tryin' to be like me but can't fuck with me
You need to quit runnin' off with the mouth
And nigga thank you, for stop puttin' that bullshit out
It's not hard mothafucker, you could do it fool
Tryin' to make somethin' funky and original
You're either talkin' about busters and bitches
What you gonna do, "yep" or you can't do shit
[Ant Banks:]
Ha ha awww yeah
That's what I'm talkin' about, Dubb
These mothafuckers don't know what mothafuckin' time it is, nigga
Fuck it [Burp]
I guess we gotta kick another verse
[Ant Banks & J-Dubb:]
This is real shit, somethin' to fuck with your ear
J and Banks will appear, the pimps of the ear
To fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick
Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks
But it's an everyday thang
Of the heezy, for sheezy, with the Oakland slang
Bitch, now we're back in the house and your appartment
So open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and the call is mic
Cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight [Echoes]
[Ant Banks:]
Awww yeah, Ant Banks and J-Dubb
Yeah, shootin' much respect out to them Old School, O.G. Niggaz
N.W. mothafuckin' A
Yeah, you know what I'm saying?
Aiy yo J, what fuck we gonna call this shit
Tell them what you named this?
[J-Dubb:]
Yeah, Something Like That
[Ant Banks:]
[Dr. Dre:]
Yo yo yo, what's up, this is Dr. Dre
And we doin "Big Thangs"
With my nigga Ant Banks from the Bom-Bay
Yo drop some shit on 'em...
[Slink Capone:]
Now picture me, inebriated and livin' lavish in Paris
In the summer it's uncountable numbers, steadily makin' cabbage
Havin' seasonal vacations, only eighty degrees
Got three bitches in the swimmin' pool that's waitin' for me
But I can't let 'em be my downfall, they so seductive
Clock my money first then I'll call, can't ever trust 'em
Many niggaz that died died at the hands of a diva
But you can fuck 'em and feed 'em, Slink Capone don't need 'em
I'd rather live like Ebenezer with the house on the hills
Let my cup runneth over my shoulders 'til it spills
And fold bills, 'cause livin' life broke is constant misery
I'd rather smoke weed on my boat and sip on Hennessy
The federalies, they got a scope on my float
Barcodes on my dome, shoot to kill Slink Capone
If it's on it's on, let's get it goin' in the fifty states
One-time can't touch me, I'm legit in the Cutaluff
[Chorus:]
Keep your eyes on the prize
Your hustle in disguise
(Get yo' money player)
Rumors, tales and lies
Watch for jealous eyes
(Coolin' in the Cutaluff)
Keep your eyes on the prize
Your hustle in disguise
Rumors, tales and lies
Watch for jealous eyes
Ha ha, oh yeah, roll 'em up, roll 'em up
It's going down, something kinda tight, check it
Roll 'em up Oaktown, it's the A-N-T
Just nod your head to the funk I bump and pass the dank to me
Cause I'm about to get the West Coast loaded
Put my rap into your zag and you can damn sure smoke it
Cause it's D-O-B-E ready to get you high
Potent like endo, or maybe chocolate thai
You say you want the best, well I'm a bring the best
Just hit the fucking dank and let it sting your chest
Yeah bombola, cidal, top of the line herb
Don't you try to drive, you'll be so high you might swerve
Some smoke dank and like to kick it on the street
But I hit the shit and start tripping on the beat
So nod your head to this, to cess I'm prejudice
I never smoke the shit because it never gets me lit
And I don't like to waste my time getting zonked
Banks don't need no weed that's bump
Cause I'm the type of nigga that likes to taste it when I hit it
You know we got 'em thick, thicker than my dick
We like to roll 'em phat
So now you know in the O endo's the tip
A dedication to the niggas who smoke the shit
My nigga Short Dog, my nigga Pee Wee
My nigga Juda, MC Pooh to Shorty B
We don't need a babysitter so fuck the hogging
Just take a blast and pass to Randy Austin
I made the beat real fat so you can get my point
I know Mhisani, Spice, and Dame want to hit the joint
So let 'em hit it, when they get it show 'em much love
And pass it on to Richie Rich and the fucking gov
Ascari X is next and Step G
MC Ant and little Seed from SNV
Can't forget the D-I, huh the G-I, to the T-A-L, right next to hell
My nigga Chris Hicks, Too Clean, and Ali Superside
This is strictly for the trunks, cause I want you to ride
With the next one I got, take it straight to the head
And roll it kinda fat for my nigga nigga dead
Ha ha, yeah, we like to roll 'em phat
Check it out, it's a crazy going on, they don't understand me
They smoking dank in Brookville and even Subrandy
100 Ave., to the Plymouth Rock
85th, 96th smoking spliffs don't stop
700, the 7-deuce
Rolling shit tight so it don't come loose
So when I hit it it can knock me off my feet
69th Seminary, and High Street
I can't forget the big 2-3
And my homies Clem, Jamal, Mark, Rame, and E
You want weed smoke? We got the best smoke
>From the East Oak to the West Oak, we like to roll 'em phat
Ha ha, you know what I'm saying? It's going down in the Oaktown
Every motherfucking night, yeah
Uh, this beat is smooth as fuck
Dope do do do do *laughs* I'm just tripping on the beat!
[Ant Banks]
Up in your shit for the 4 it's the pimp style gangstas
(Rappin' Ron, Ant Diddley Dog) And I'm the biggity Banksta
Here to serve 'em some heat, and put the word on the street
(Bad N-Fluenz, motherfucka) And bitch I'm working the beats
Straight gangsta shit, cause that's all we know
It how to bank on a nigga, and break these hoes
We do it coast to coast, the biggest pimps by far
So Rappin' Ron won't you tell 'em who you are
[Rappin' Ron]
I'm a motherfucking pimp with a street full of prostitutes
(And if a nigga talking shit) Well I'm a gangsta so I gots to shoot
A fake busta with the quickness I got
Hella bitches, and more niggas on my hitlist
Ant Diddley Dog!
[Ant Diddley Dog]
Yeah I'm coming through pimping your ho
But if your ass wanna go, you need the .44
And the motherfucking Mac-10
And Rappin' Ron's got my back, so what the fuck's happening
[Rappin' Ron]
I'm back in with another switch
(Man Fuck a bitch) But they can't get enough of this
I'm busting hits like and O.G.
You know me, sipping on the 4-0 of O.E.
[Ant Diddley Dog]
I'm smoking dank every day, I ain't got it all
So if one of y'all wanna brawl, then motherfuckers gotta fall
So don't ever say this brother's soft
I'm just another boss, and I'm breaking motherfuckers off
[Rappin' Ron]
That nigga Rappin' Ron is slanging crews, I'm paying dues
And if you're playing, I'm spraying fools
And I just can't stop making flows
I'm not a simp, I'm a motherfucking pimp and I'm breaking hoes
[Ant Diddley Dog]
And for the punks you know I got that trigga
If a nigga talking crazy I'm a pop that nigga
If a stupid motherfucker talking shit I'll shank ya
That's just the lifestyle for the pimp style gangstas
They're shaking bitches, they're breaking bitches
They're shaking bitches, (Yeah, we hating bitches)
They're doing bitches, they're fooling bitches
They're doing bitches, (Yeah, we ruling bitches)
[Ant Banks]
Kicking that funky shit you can't fuck with
The hoes love it, they all wanna suck dick
So break 'em off y'all, something kinda fat
Rappin' Ron, Ant Diddley, where the fuck you at?
[Ant Diddley Dog]
We come again, yeah it's the pimp style gangstas
If some folks wanna joke, then I'm a jump them prankstas
And maintain my game and train my bitches
Every day is the same as I gain my riches
[Rappin' Ron]
Busting nuts like a playa, Ronnie sooths like an ointment
You wanna meet me ho, don't beep me, make a goddamn appointment
Cause I'm a business man, I need time to make my money
I kill motherfuckers who try to play me like a dummy
[Ant Diddley Dog]
Riding through Oakland with bumps sounding fat
With a tip on my hat and my trunk full of gats
Taking strolls on San Pablo, checking on my hoes
All the pussies on my hoes are gold, giving me cash overflow
[Rappin' Ron]
We load and hold and design to your temple
Any move then pop pop pop pop pop, it's that simple
And after your last hearbeat
Any bitches you had, I'll put they ass on the streets to work for me
[Ant Diddley Dog]
And backing him up is Ant Diddley
I put the clips on quickly cause business is tricky
So if you piss me, watch out for the creep
I hunt you down like a bloodhound and put you six feet deep
They're shaking bitches, they're breaking bitches
They're shaking bitches, (Yeah, we hating bitches)
They're doing bitches, they're fooling bitches
They're doing bitches, (Yeah, we ruling bitches in '94)
[Ant Banks]
Yeah fool, you know
Ant Banks, Bad N-Fluenz kicking that gangsta shit for '94
sample:"Never leave the pad without packin a gun" -> Eazy-E {*1}
Let me drop it on the one, heheh
Yeah..
Real smooth youknowhatI'msayin?
Chorus: unknown singers
If you think this shit is funky
Don't be a punk, nigga, just get in the groove {*1}
And if you think this shit is funky
Don't be a punk, nigga, let it get into you
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, check it
Well let me hit it like this, fool Ant Banks is back
Still comin way tight, straight gangsta mack
You see the bitches know I'm loaded, smooth as a poet
Droppin shit like a pigeon just to let you suckers know it's
the grip that I clock that makes the hoes jock
And niggaz get to trippin, and talkin hella shit and
don't you know your bluffin ain't enough you see
that all you mark motherfuckers can't FUCK with me
So bring it on cause I got somethin for ya
Mac-10 strong, smoke that ass like doja
Break that ass off, until I leave yo' ass broke
I'm icin like Tyson boy I ain't no joke
A lot of niggaz now think they made of steel
Too tough to get took, and that's for real
But let me tell you like $hort nigga, that's your life
Cause niggaz I know get took every night
Tryin to show out and look good for the hoes
But everybody knows how the story goes...
The bitches ain't shit cause they all into gafflin
Break a hoe jaw, and I might start laughin
*chuckles*
That's how it is so you better play it safe
and get you a gat in a smooth ass place
And you will never trip when you're tryin to have fun
But nigga you should {*1}
Chorus
{*1}
Slap the hand *boom boom*
Put a cap smooth in that ass
I want you to just slap the hand *boom*
{*1}
[Ant Banks]
Late night trippin on a Saturday night
Hangin at the Uptown, hoes is tight
Thinkin to myself, "Yeah I'm finsta make a come-up"
I'm doin the first tramp bitch that wanna run up
Seen a little tight one, the bitch said, "Hey!"
Rushed that ass to the store and got the Tanqueray
Pulled over to the side, now I'm cold on the mission
Threw the bitch in the back and put that ass in position
Baby broke me off, OOH somethin kinda proper
Bitch was so tight, I didn't wanna stop her
Now a nigga trippin, sippin on gin
Drunk as fuck, and out comes her boyfriend!
Time to call it quits, cause the fool might trip
But the nigga shoulda known that a bitch ain't shit
He reached for the do', now I got him in focus
.380 on that ass, now his life is like hopeless
All over one little stupid dookie bitch
with a funky ass cock and some juicy ass lips
But I never trip when I'm tryin to have
Yeah nigga now I {*1}
Chorus
{*1}
Slap the hand *boom boom*
Put a cap smooth in that ass
I want you to just slap the hand *boom*
{*1}
[Ant Banks]
Yeahhhahhh, much props to the motherfuckin Dangerous Crew nigga
YouknowhatI'msayin?
[Goldie]
I'm the auntie-fucking, sister-fucking, cousin-fucking
And the motherfucking mack Goldie
So nigga flip the 40 and peep
While I speak about the freaks who want to gank you
She went to you after sucking my dick I said, "Bitch thank you"
Living with a nigga you ain't getting nothing out of me
Maybe one or two nuts, I doubt three, bitch
I ain't the one to break up a happy home
Stay with that punk, while he pays you I get my nappy on
Fuck you in your booty hole, pussy hole, and mouth hole
Cause I'm the mack hard cold like the South Pole
As you can see I get my tramp on
I go up in more pussies in a month than a tampon
Suck it like you fuck it then gargle it
Or you'll get banked like Wells-Fargo, bitch
I'm taking a pit quick for pigeons making my dick brit
Which ho will the Goldie get with?
To fill up a cock mouth with this liquid?
Pimp down for pussy is making paper
Put your bitch to work and stop being a ho saver
I'm a seven day mack from Friday through Friday
If I can't meet you and fuck you within a week, bitch hit the highway
Bitch I don't love you (I'm only out to fuck)
Hoes on my tip (I'm only out to fuck)
Bitch suck my dick (I'm only out to fuck)
Ha, you know what I'm saying bitch? [x2]
[Too $hort]
You see a bitch ain't nothing but a word to me
So bitch don't give me that third degree
Saying you love me, do I love you back?
I'm an ice-cold, hard ass Oakland mack
I don't love you, it's not your turn, bitch
You want love from a pimp, you got to earn this
And for the moment, you ain't even coming close
You couldn't get a job on the ho stroll
I know you're fine, but you're flat broke
So hit the dank, suck my dick, and just choke
I'll bust a nut in your contact lens
Talk shit in your face cause you don't make sense
You want to see me again, when and where?
Cause all hoes can't fuck with real players
You'd better check yourself and find a sucker, bitch
Cause Shorty the Pimp don't play that shit
[Ant Banks]
Ha, yeah bitch, fuck that love affair shit
Just hit it, split it, quit it, and forget it
(I'm only out to fuck)
The pussy, the pussy (I'm only out to fuck)
Bitch suck my dick (I'm only out to fuck)
Ha, you know what I'm saying bitch?
[Pooh-Man]
Cool, the third verse
Fine ass, gold digging ass nurse
She was about 23
Told my auntie she had eyes for me
Dark skinned and liked chocolate ice cream
She could be the head of my team, you know what I mean?
She had ass, like boo-yaa
And when she see me, she great me with a big smile
Bitch tried to fade me like this
Started talking about her bills and shit
She gave me the pussy, it was cool
Then she said her rent was due, ha ha
I had to tell the bitch I ain't that kind of nigga
And I ain't gonna be the victim of a gold digger
But it's cool bitch, I got my nut
Let me get dressed, cut, because I'm only out to fuck
[Ant Banks]
Ha ha, no hand outs, slut
You know what's up, all you getting is mouthful of nut
Bitch I don't love you (I'm only out to fuck)
Hoes on my tip (I'm only out to fuck)
Bitch suck my dick (I'm only out to fuck)
Ha, you know what I'm saying bitch? [x2]
[Ant Banks]
A lot of hoes in the town are going nuts
They think they getting ends cause they giving up the guts
But who you think you breaking, from me you gets nathan
I know I said I loved you, but bitch I was faking
See Ant Banks is a nigga you can't fade
You don't get paid off of what I made
You gets dick, nothing more and nothing less
Nut in your mouth or maybe nut on your chest
And I be serving 'em up something vicious
*slurp* (Mmmmm, delicious)
Now you know I'm making with the dick I'm packing
These hoes get jacked from the back end
But I don't get sprung or even took
You just listen to the hook, tramp
Bitch I don't love you (I'm only out to fuck)
Hoes on my tip (I'm only out to fuck)
Bitch suck my dick (I'm only out to fuck)
Ha, you know what I'm saying bitch? [x2]
Yeah, for all you stupid hoes out there
Who didn't know a nigga was out to fuck
Ayo Tina, bitch (I was only out to fuck)
Mmm, talking bout Tanya (I was only out to fuck)
And even Racia (I was only out to fuck)
Ha, you know what I'm saying, bitch?
Fake ho Moeshia (I was only out to fuck)
Punk-ass Lisa (I was only out to fuck)
Dick-sucking Tracy (I was only out to fuck)
Well, let's do this, come on
Real Smooth, you know what I'm sayin
Like that there
Baby, baby
Really, though
Hey, come on and warm it up
Since all them playin' hatin' niggaz wanna swarm my nuts
You got the rumor wrong, so let's fix it
Cause, it's still dangerous ??? so, don't get it twisted
Just another level, they keep clockin' some G's
And, ain't another crook you know that keep 'em droppin' like fleas
On the real-a, nigga from the gold to the platium
And, all you jealous motherfuckers wish that you had one
So, dream on, gotta work your shit, and bring your team on
But, don't you disrespect me with this infra red beam on
Cause, it's ready to get loose, I ain't playin'
Cause, rappin' is just a hobby, if you know what I'm sayin'
I gots to come with the real
Let's these niggaz know the deal
Cause, my skills pay the bills
And, my thrills get fullfilled
With fat checks
Fuck respect, I ain't trippin'
A nigga can't live off props while you're bullshittin'
[Hook]
No time fa bullshit
Just trippin' on the money
Don't be two-faced
Stop playa hatin' on me
No time fa bullshit
Just trippin on the money
Don't get it twisted
Cause, I'm the one and only
A-N-T, just trying to get his fuckin' foot in the doe (door)
While these niggaz bullshittin', puttin' dick in my hoe
I'm in the motherfuckin' studio, I'm puttin' in work
While my motherfuckin' baby mama's doin' the dirt
I got a rap to show my skills, my kids needs meals
While you bullshit, my motherfuckin raps pays the bills
Look at those rims on my Benz, I just bought a boat and bought a house
That's what you said the next time you opened your fuckin' mouth
Sippin' on some motherfuckin' Don Perigon
Money talk, bullshit, or walk a motherfuckin' marathon
And, all these niggaz straight be ph balance
Smilin' in my face, behind my back, they livin' scaredless
But, I'ma pimp, and don't keep it a secret
Cause, when I check it, I talk about the shit on the wreckit
Never comin' fake with this shit I be spittin'
Stayin' true to the game, while you motherfuckers bullshittin'
[Hook]
No time fa bullshit
Just trippin' on the money
Don't be two-faced
Stop playa hatin' on me
No time fa bullshit
Just trippin' on the money
Don't get it twisted
Cause, I'm the one and only
The pimps and the playas ride ??? to shit
So, when you representin' game, nigga, then, it's a hit
Naw, but some niggaz luck up
Like, hoes, they be stuck up
Be larger than life, off some shit that sound fucked up
What is this industry comin' to?
Promotin' all that garbage, while the real shits in front of you
Ready to break off a couple of mil
While you ??? thinkin' that it's to much trouble to bill
The new name on the charts, that's game from the start
You be sayin' that it's weak, when it came from the heart
But, now it's time fa a new twist, holdin' up my two fists
Tightnin' up all my loose fits
Cause, playa haters tryna hold me back
When all my niggaz kept tellin' me, and I told ya that
But, I ain't trippin', peep the game I be spittin
Keep the money on my mind all the time, while you're bullshittin'
[Hook]
No time fa bullshit (No time fa bullshit, baby)
Just trippin' on the money
Don't be two-faced
Stop playa hatin' (Don't be two-faced, no) on me
No time fa bullshit (Naw, naw)
Just trippin' on the money (Just trippin')
Don't get it twisted (Just trippin')
Cause, I'm the one and only
No time fa bullshit (No time, no time)
Just trippin' on the money (Come on, baby)
Don't be two-faced (Don't, don't be two-faced, no)
Stop playa hatin' on me
No time fa bullshit (No time)
Just trippin' on the money (You're just trippin')
Don't get it twisted
I was sitting at the house on a late night
Working hella hard trying to make my tape tight
Music hella loud and the TV was on
Bumping so strong that I couldn't hear the phone
I looked at the tube and the shit was kinda wild
A bitch getting served straight doggy style
I hit the "off" button on the drum machine
Sat down on the bed and I peeped the scene
And the ho getting fucked, oh man she was so fine
After hours, 1 o'clock on Showtime
But what I saw, it made me wanna ball
I grabbed the telephone, it's time to make a few calls
Who can I get to be a ho for me tonight?
I think I'll call Tish cause her shit's hella tight
Hit it on the nose cause the bitch was on horny
I hung up the phone, put my tongue on the fork
So I can be ready for some body and some soap
The 40-oh of Mickey put my dickey on pole
Now I'm hella anxious, waiting for the cock
So I can keep her yelling "Ant Banks don't stop!"
Ha ha, I can't wait to lay the pipe now
But I hope she comes around before my high goes down
Oh knock knock knock on the door, what do ya know
I opened up, sure enough, I'm in luck, it's my late night fuck
(Don't you wanna do me?) Yeah, give it up
(Ooooh, do it from the bacK) C'mon, c'mon
(Don't you wanna do me?) Give me some of that coochie coochie
I said "Come on in" and "Oh hi, how ya doing?"
Conversation was fake, cause I was thinking bout screwing
She gave me a hug and a real wet kiss
Zip goes the zipper and I whipped out my dick
I know you're wondering, what did she think?
She got on her knees and started sucking my beef link
And believe me, the head was kinda right, bro
I got served like a Cutlass in a side show
And the nut came gushing like Niagra falls
She took it out and I nutted in her eyeball
Now what's next, is it time to get some dick?
She said she wanted to get licked
Eat the pussy? That ain't fly, no
I'm not a lick 'em low, Pooh-Man lied, ho
All I wanna do is knock some boots
So let me see you in your birthday suit
Every bone in the cock I was preparing to break
Cause the bitch had a fucking Ms. America shape
Now it's time for the sticking, watch the bitch get stuck
By the big-dick gangsta Banksta and the late-night fuck
(Don't you wanna do me?) Yeah, give it up
(Ooooh, do it from the bacK) C'mon, c'mon
(Don't you wanna do me?) Give me some of that coochie coochie
I was chopping up the cock just like a Ginsu
She opened up her legs wide enough to ride my Benz through
That's about the time I stuck it in her socket
She shouted "Pop my coochie!" Best believe that I popped it
And I kept on stroking
But I couldn't feel the pussy with the old-school Trojan
I had to wear it last week, I heard she burnt Pooh
I slapped her ass cheeks til they turned blue
I had her hanging off the bed with her hands on the floor
Just like a pro, hitting nothing but pussy hole
She started wiggling, I couldn't keep the bitch still
Just like En Vogue, I'm giving her something she can feel
I was sweating and dripping cause we was working out
She started moaning cause the nut came squirting out
Huh, now it's time for me to bust mine
I'm a have to end it and shit, I'm finna finish up this fuck rhyme
Now I think I had enough
(Intro):
Mmhhmm
I'm keepin' motherfuckers guessin'
That's right
(Verse 1):
It's a blessing so let me speak and teach a lesson
I run deep and freak on streets, I keep 'em guessin'
I'm flexin' when I hit the Hennessy
Then I see the enemy
Pretender think that he know my identity
But nigga that's a penalty so here we go again
You think you know what I'm foldin'
Cause what I'm rollin' in
Well I don't give a fuck nigga I was in the cut
While you was up at my spot tryin' to peep what I got
Why not bust a shot when I was ridin' you was mad
And see me in the bucket and thought I was doin' bad
Thinkin' that I was broke but you can peep and goin' wonder
But little did you know that I was creepin' on the under
Goin' yonder now you dumber cause your number has been pulled
You fool cause that shit you thought you knew was bull
At this beef where you at see I'm speakin' the facts
So forget that chit-chat cause it's deeper than that
And I'm keepin' a Gat and let my Tecs blast quick
So why the fuck you sittin' back stressin' of the next man's shit
Cause I'm the fuckin' one and only
And you busters can't get on me
You're in danger you don't know me
I'm a stranger not your homie
You know fuck ya'll don't know about me
But check it out
(Chorus):
Run up on this fool and get your head split
And if you don't know
You better ask somebody you'd better ask somebody
That's right
Niggas wanna trip I'm hard to the bone
They all on my dick so let's get it goin' on
(Verse 2):
Dressed up in these street clothes
I'm ready to beat hos this game is lethal
I'm sellin' rocks tryin' to move up to sellin' kilos
But these hoes and negros
Be tryin' to stop my progress
But when you're in my way
You's just the victim I'ma rob next
And it's a terrible thang I gotta fuck up your crew
And have you goin' thru unbearable pain
I'm in the game and they claim that I'm on the run
I own a gun 16 shots bust up on this one
Yeah motherfuckers I'm the one
With beats from the streets
So don't talk that shit and be scared to come to me
I know them punk ass niggas be jockin' my flows
But when I turn my back they just yap like some gossippin' hoes
I guess I ain't got no true friends but I got a few wins
To pay for paint and put this AMG's on my new Benz
Them jealous niggas steady guessin' and wonderin'
Tryin' to catch up but stuck stressin' and wonderin'
I'm never stumblin' just bundlin' up my cash
I gotta last so I don't give a fuck to blast
My mind be havin' sinister thoughts
I guess it's because I always mug when the ministers talk
I'm heavy-weightin' capable to breakin' a fool's neck
So quit tryin' to figure out what this nigga gon do next
(Chorus):
(Verse 3):
I ain't sleepin' I'm just creepin'
I just lurks in the dark I'm that nigga Ant Banks
With beats burps and them farts
But niggas wanna start flashin' and trippin' on my lifestyle
Cause I'm makin' cash and they ass stuck up on a pipe now
I write down facts so the saps think that I'm dissin'
But listen guess this is just an addiction for non-fiction
And niggas break on the tracks and fat tapes
That Max makes so homie wait and get your fact straight
But act fake and end up bendin' from back brakes
A busted head, a broken leg and a cracked face
I can't let him live
Crashed up his ribs with my body blows
I got him froze tremblin' cold with his snotty nose
You chose not to have a hustle now you desirin' mines
Tryin' to find out my mix but I got those clips for inquirin' minds
Them tirin' lines I'm hearin' ain't phasin' me
I was raised a G and that's what I'm paid to be
So fuck them suckers with them false accusations
Lookin' for my location tryin' to stop my operation
You wastin' time cause a Nine is my protection
Get off my dick flexin' and keep on guessin'
Nigga, you know what I'm sayin'
You can't fuck with this here
(Chorus):
(Outro):
Like that there
Keep these motherfuckers guessin'
From 9-5 til infinity nigga
Stay off my motherfuckin' dick
[B-Legit]
Yeah, wussup though
This ya'll partner
B-Legezey
In the house wit my boy Ant Bezey
The boy say he doin' big thezey's
Ya know
But shake game though
When the next time you do a compilation
And ain't got your partner B-Legit
On the motherfucker
Oh, we gonna be doin' big thangs boy
Yeah, Big Thangs
[beep]
[Mean Green]
What's up Banks
This your boy means the greensy
Callin' you from Houston, Texas dog
Man how you gonna put out an album
Talkin bout' Big Thangs
And you ain't called your boy
I mean come on man
I'm from Texas
Everything here in Texas is big
Including me
You know what I'm sayin'
We all about havin' Big Thangs
[beep]
[MC Ant]
Yo Banks wussup
Remember me
This MC Ant
I was one of the first rappers
That you produced back in the days
Ah, you don't know me no more
You doin' Big Thangs
Can't even let me get down on the album
That's alright
Can't wait to see you
Cause I know I'ma catch you in the traffic
[beep]
[Baby D]
Wussup big baaaabey
This Baby D and I'm logged in man
How can't you let me on that Big Thangs mane
But, were still family and all bro
I ain' trippin'
I be spittin' Big Thangs to
But ugh
You gotta hit me up with one of those beats
Cause ugh
If I can't get on on the Big Thangs
Shoot, I'm gettin' on my own
[Ice-T:]
yo, What's up player
this is Ice-T, now you know Ant
I wish I could be there baby
representin' with you, on this Big Thangs Album man
but right now, I'ma outta here on these Gamblin'
we got in the Mediterranean man
we just floatin' man
I'm up in them about 18.2 and the dice is hottin'
you know, a real player like me
ain't gonna let these mothafuckers cool off man
I got to keep shakin' and rollin'
and you do the same god damn thing nigga
don't let this game cool off
this is going out to the real niggaz
now Ant, don't worry about them player hatin' bitches
faggot-Ass-niggaz out there
they ain't never gonna have nothin'
you know what I'm sayin'
there always gonna be me
how I do the real pimpin' to a player like yourself
don't worry about them niggaz man
step over them niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
no need to fuck up your shoes steppin' on them
this is Ice-T, I'm up outta here like I'm stole somethin'
Seven, God damn, I'm loosin' the Section
I'm out, I'm breakin' out, Awwww shit
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