[Ant Banks]
Yeah... Really though...
Real smooth you know what I'm saying...
Back on that a** hoe...check it
It's the banksta, back in the door, rappin a flow, smacking a hoe
So m*********** you should act like you know
Cuz, I'm coming with the Bad n' Fluenz clique
A lunitic b****, and we had to ruin s***, you made we doing this
But ain't no use in getting angry cuz we came G
The big d*** gangsta you can't change me
I got game see and a d*** big as an elephant
I'm hella bent, now pass the p**** cuz, i smell the scent
And if you miss out on this d*** b**** you unlucky
Cuz I'm so good I could make a nun f*** me
But let's get back to this way out s***
Not that bootsy a** flow s*** that play out quick
I gotta come with the s*** that 'll have y'all jocking
Now hoes drawls dropping, and house walls knocking, they flocking
Just to hear my flow style straight gangsta profile
looking sick a** f*** with no smile
The whole crowd go wild when this n**** flow
And when I hit the Door I'm leaving with the thickest hoe
That's what the macks do, leaving hoes stuck like a statue
With this rap style you get attached to
A wack crew 'll fall fast when we all blast
and attack you with a few slugs in yall a**
I'm a menace and n***** finish in last place
n***** be flowing and don't be knowing they a** fake
I guess them n***** got a weak brain, I'm from the streets mayne
So just kick back and peep game
Can't get with this cuz this s*** is on hit
And don't forget I spit on this way out s*** b-yatch
[Chorus]
[Ron:] The bomb got me thinking of some way out s***
[Ant:] If you ain't getting lit, you better stay out b****
[Ron:] The bomb got me thinking of some way out s***
[Ant:] I'm in the house with the m***********' Bad n' Fluenz clique
[Rappin' Ron]
The chronic got me thinking of some way out s***
I'm in the m***********' house you better stay out b****
Cuz it's me you can't f*** with, giving hoes rough d***
Now I'm back up b**** and i'm talking much s***
And i can back it up for those who be running up
Yeah, they be acting up, but I don't think they dumb enough
To think that they can stop the Ron, cuz I be dropping bombs
And if you bring yo mama in it then I'm socking mom
But it ain't gotta be like that, go around the corner and pick up a nice sack
And bring that a** right back, ignite that, so we can get lit
Cuz when I hit the joint I be getting to the point quick
I like sit back and stay calm and don't choke
So let me hit that it ain't bomb I won't smoke
So get the dank, don't get lit and spill the drank
Just smash on the gas hella fast, fill the tank
So we can go kick it and do some s*** so wicked
like pull out my d*** and watch yo hoes lick it
And those b******, they can't say s*** to Ron
I stay lit everyday smoking zips of bomb...
b**** cuz I'm... a m***********' mack
And when I bust a rap you know you can't f*** with that
So admit you can't f*** with it
Because the s*** that you claim that you fitna do, n**** i done just did it
And plus I'm 'bout to do some mo'
And I pack a tec 9, so next time you fools 'll know
We get funky like dog s***, and me and diddley dog
spit on this crazy off the wall s***
[Chorus]
[Ant Diddley Dogg]
Now it's that lyrical mack so uh, hear it go smack
In your m***********' face, this ain't no miracle black
It's that way out s*** that I be thinkin' of
Straight mickey's ice in my system, I ain't drinking bud light
I love mics thats why I rips it up
And I love that hennessy too, that's why I sips a cup
Every time it passes, I'm ready to kick some a****
If you can't see that I'm the tightest get some glasses
But you might need bifocals when you hear my vocals
Believe it it's true, Ant Diddley's coming through
And you could ask your mama hoe, flowing astronomical
Me and Rappin' 'll flow straight for an hour so
Quick to devour your crew feel the power of two sick n***** so
What the f*** you cowards gone do
Seven up to a gun fight, cuz all i need is one mic
And every time I grab it I'm guaranteed to come tight
So listen as I let it slide out
and for a talkitive b**** I gotta d*** for her wide mouth
And all violators will get prosecuted
when the glock is c***ed, b**** I got's to shoot it
You say you the tightest but that's not the truth
I got more brain than Einstein and more rhymes than Doctor Suess
Coming with explosive s***, n***** can't get close to this
Ant Diddley Dog got technique, f*** them flows you spit
I make my rhyme sound fat got it down packed
n**** pass the bomb i ain't f****** with no brown sack
So kick back cuz Bad n' Fluenz ain't gone play out quick
comin with this way out s***
[Chorus x5]
[Ant Banks]
It's got your b**** on a long a** d***
Yeah... Really though...
Real smooth you know what I'm saying...
Back on that a** hoe...check it
It's the banksta, back in the door, rappin a flow, smacking a hoe
So m*********** you should act like you know
Cuz, I'm coming with the Bad n' Fluenz clique
A lunitic b****, and we had to ruin s***, you made we doing this
But ain't no use in getting angry cuz we came G
The big d*** gangsta you can't change me
I got game see and a d*** big as an elephant
I'm hella bent, now pass the p**** cuz, i smell the scent
And if you miss out on this d*** b**** you unlucky
Cuz I'm so good I could make a nun f*** me
But let's get back to this way out s***
Not that bootsy a** flow s*** that play out quick
I gotta come with the s*** that 'll have y'all jocking
Now hoes drawls dropping, and house walls knocking, they flocking
Just to hear my flow style straight gangsta profile
looking sick a** f*** with no smile
The whole crowd go wild when this n**** flow
And when I hit the Door I'm leaving with the thickest hoe
That's what the macks do, leaving hoes stuck like a statue
With this rap style you get attached to
A wack crew 'll fall fast when we all blast
and attack you with a few slugs in yall a**
I'm a menace and n***** finish in last place
n***** be flowing and don't be knowing they a** fake
I guess them n***** got a weak brain, I'm from the streets mayne
So just kick back and peep game
Can't get with this cuz this s*** is on hit
And don't forget I spit on this way out s*** b-yatch
[Chorus]
[Ron:] The bomb got me thinking of some way out s***
[Ant:] If you ain't getting lit, you better stay out b****
[Ron:] The bomb got me thinking of some way out s***
[Ant:] I'm in the house with the m***********' Bad n' Fluenz clique
[Rappin' Ron]
The chronic got me thinking of some way out s***
I'm in the m***********' house you better stay out b****
Cuz it's me you can't f*** with, giving hoes rough d***
Now I'm back up b**** and i'm talking much s***
And i can back it up for those who be running up
Yeah, they be acting up, but I don't think they dumb enough
To think that they can stop the Ron, cuz I be dropping bombs
And if you bring yo mama in it then I'm socking mom
But it ain't gotta be like that, go around the corner and pick up a nice sack
And bring that a** right back, ignite that, so we can get lit
Cuz when I hit the joint I be getting to the point quick
I like sit back and stay calm and don't choke
So let me hit that it ain't bomb I won't smoke
So get the dank, don't get lit and spill the drank
Just smash on the gas hella fast, fill the tank
So we can go kick it and do some s*** so wicked
like pull out my d*** and watch yo hoes lick it
And those b******, they can't say s*** to Ron
I stay lit everyday smoking zips of bomb...
b**** cuz I'm... a m***********' mack
And when I bust a rap you know you can't f*** with that
So admit you can't f*** with it
Because the s*** that you claim that you fitna do, n**** i done just did it
And plus I'm 'bout to do some mo'
And I pack a tec 9, so next time you fools 'll know
We get funky like dog s***, and me and diddley dog
spit on this crazy off the wall s***
[Chorus]
[Ant Diddley Dogg]
Now it's that lyrical mack so uh, hear it go smack
In your m***********' face, this ain't no miracle black
It's that way out s*** that I be thinkin' of
Straight mickey's ice in my system, I ain't drinking bud light
I love mics thats why I rips it up
And I love that hennessy too, that's why I sips a cup
Every time it passes, I'm ready to kick some a****
If you can't see that I'm the tightest get some glasses
But you might need bifocals when you hear my vocals
Believe it it's true, Ant Diddley's coming through
And you could ask your mama hoe, flowing astronomical
Me and Rappin' 'll flow straight for an hour so
Quick to devour your crew feel the power of two sick n***** so
What the f*** you cowards gone do
Seven up to a gun fight, cuz all i need is one mic
And every time I grab it I'm guaranteed to come tight
So listen as I let it slide out
and for a talkitive b**** I gotta d*** for her wide mouth
And all violators will get prosecuted
when the glock is c***ed, b**** I got's to shoot it
You say you the tightest but that's not the truth
I got more brain than Einstein and more rhymes than Doctor Suess
Coming with explosive s***, n***** can't get close to this
Ant Diddley Dog got technique, f*** them flows you spit
I make my rhyme sound fat got it down packed
n**** pass the bomb i ain't f****** with no brown sack
So kick back cuz Bad n' Fluenz ain't gone play out quick
comin with this way out s***
[Chorus x5]
[Ant Banks]
It's got your b**** on a long a** d***