Sittin On Somethin` Phat

For the funky beats I made I get for my grade <br>I`m from the Dangerous Crew, I can`t hang with you <br>Cause I`m from Oakland, bitch, where the game is true <br>You don`t belive me? Well, come on slide through <br>Because the city of dope will give you somethin` to ride to <br>Put my tape in your deck and do some damages <br>But the six by nines, they can`t handle this <br>I`m twenty-three so I`m far from a young buck <br>This gin and juice is gettin` me pumped up <br>Fake rappers get chumped up <br>You wanna slang`em, watch your face gettin` lamped up <br>Well, what`s my name? You can call me Banks for short <br>You wanna book me? You`re about to see a gangsta show <br>Cause I be tighter than tight, give me a brew and the mic <br>And it will be on like chickenbone, you know that`s right <br>Some mothafuckas didn`t belive that I can do this shit <br>Kick some funky ass rhymes with some beats that hits <br>Now I`m provin` them wrong but still suckas wanna clown <br>But you jealous mothafuckas ain`t bringin` me down <br>I kept faith in myself, that`s what I had to do <br>To make it out here and stop fuckin` with you <br>I`m 2 the head... <br><br>Yeah! Now all you fake niggaz: get the fuck off my nuts! <br><br>I got my shit rollin` so now I`m like a mack in town <br>And when I`m ridin` through, the hoes be flaggin` me down <br>I`m just a player kickin` funky shit with the Dangerous Clique <br>And all these bitches, they out to get some famous dick <br>But I ain`t trippin`, girl, you can bring that ass on <br>Cause all this jockin` shit ain`t guaranteed to last long <br>But while it`s happenin` you know I`m straight lovin` it <br>You put your pussy in position and I`m pluggin` it <br>But if you`re lookin` for a nigga with a touch of affection <br>You better take your ass to the love connection <br>Cause, hoe, I ain`t got no trust in you <br>Cause if another rapper comes you`ll be fuckin` him too <br>And that`s real, save the love for ????? <br>Cause it`s all about mackin` in 92 <br>One love, I ain`t goin` that far <br>I`m better known as a gigolo rap star <br>I like to fuck groupie bitches cause it`s fun too <br>And I never get played cause I`m young true <br>Hoes wanna be mine but that`s a no no <br>Get the fuck off my face, bitch, I`m 2 the head, hoe <br><br>Now for verse three, you know it never quits <br>Cause Ant Banks is in the house makin` hits <br>And since I`m doin` this I gotta deal with jealous punks <br>Mad cause my shit like pumps in the trunks <br>And when I`m ridin` I gotta roll strapped in my 500 Benz <br>Cause it`s sittin` kinda phat, fake niggas smile on my face <br>But they ain`t bold ones <br>Trippin` out cause they ain`t ridin` on gold ones <br>I know you`re envies, that`s hell of dumb for me <br>Cause the shit I got, it didn`t come for free <br>Late nights at the studio bustin` my ass crack <br>Tryin` to make hits, man, but where was your ass at? <br>Probably at the corner drinkin` Old E, slangin` D <br>See, you was sleepin`, now everybody`s know me <br>I guess hard work pays and doin` nothin` is off <br>Lazy niggas like you were once fuckin` us off <br>Stop talkin` about me and get a J-O-B instead <br>Bitch ass nigga, I`m 2 the head... <br><br>Yeah and this goes out to all you shit talkin` <br>bandwagon ridin` mothafuckas: get off...