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`
bandwagon ridin` mothafuckas: get off...
