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, b****, 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 want to slang'em, watch your face gettin' lamped up
Well, what's my name? You can call me Banks for short
You want to 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 m********** didn't belive that I can do this s***
Kick some funky a** rhymes with some beats that hits
Now I'm provin' them wrong but still suckas want to clown
But you jealous m********** ain't bringin' me down
I kept faith in myself, that's what I had to do
To make it out here and stop f*****' with you
I'm 2 the head...
Yeah! Now all you fake n*****: get the f*** off my nuts!
I got my s*** 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 s*** with the Dangerous Clique
And all these b******, they out to get some famous d***
But I ain't trippin', girl, you can bring that a** on
Cause all this jockin' s*** ain't guaranteed to last long
But while it's happenin' you know I'm straight lovin' it
You put your p**** in position and I'm pluggin' it
But if you're lookin' for a n**** with a touch of affection
You better take your a** to the love connection
Cause, hoe, I ain't got no trust in you
Cause if another rapper comes you'll be f*****' 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 f*** groupie b****** cause it's fun too
And I never get played cause I'm young true
Hoes want to be mine but that's a no no
Get the f*** off my face, b****, 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 s*** 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 n***** 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 s*** I got, it didn't come for free
Late nights at the studio bustin' my a** crack
Tryin' to make hits, man, but where was your a** 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 n***** like you were once f*****' us off
Stop talkin' about me and get a J-O-be instead
b**** a** n****, I'm 2 the head...
Yeah and this goes out to all you s*** talkin'
bandwagon ridin' m**********: get off...
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, I can't hang with you
Cause I'm from Oakland, b****, 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 want to slang'em, watch your face gettin' lamped up
Well, what's my name? You can call me Banks for short
You want to 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 m********** didn't belive that I can do this s***
Kick some funky a** rhymes with some beats that hits
Now I'm provin' them wrong but still suckas want to clown
But you jealous m********** ain't bringin' me down
I kept faith in myself, that's what I had to do
To make it out here and stop f*****' with you
I'm 2 the head...
Yeah! Now all you fake n*****: get the f*** off my nuts!
I got my s*** 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 s*** with the Dangerous Clique
And all these b******, they out to get some famous d***
But I ain't trippin', girl, you can bring that a** on
Cause all this jockin' s*** ain't guaranteed to last long
But while it's happenin' you know I'm straight lovin' it
You put your p**** in position and I'm pluggin' it
But if you're lookin' for a n**** with a touch of affection
You better take your a** to the love connection
Cause, hoe, I ain't got no trust in you
Cause if another rapper comes you'll be f*****' 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 f*** groupie b****** cause it's fun too
And I never get played cause I'm young true
Hoes want to be mine but that's a no no
Get the f*** off my face, b****, 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 s*** 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 n***** 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 s*** I got, it didn't come for free
Late nights at the studio bustin' my a** crack
Tryin' to make hits, man, but where was your a** 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 n***** like you were once f*****' us off
Stop talkin' about me and get a J-O-be instead
b**** a** n****, I'm 2 the head...
Yeah and this goes out to all you s*** talkin'
bandwagon ridin' m**********: get off...