[Ant Banks:]
Ahhhhhh s*** - now let me warm it up
I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup
To get smooth in the mood that I'm in
So lets start riding till this m************ ends
And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging
Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang
On any young n**** with some ends
A mobile phone and a drop top benz
Take it from me, see, cause I know what it's about
Kick a big fat d*** in a b****** mouth
And keep riding, high siding, but don't front
n**** serve that s***, don't be no punk
And while the n***** keep jocking, I be scoping
All the fine a** freaks of Oakland
That's where I reside, and where I always will be
The city of killers, dope dealers and still we
Chill like players, and act like pimps
Mack all hoes and slap all simps
The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew
I just hang with the gang like it's the thang to do
Now m************ can't face the facts that I'm doing this
Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this
See everybody knows the Banksta
The big d*** gangsta who's f****** with dank and clocking the bank
And I'm a get mine in the 9 O's
I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes
I'm pulling up right beside you
b**ping this funky a** s*** to ride to
[Pooh Man:]
Now here's some s*** for you to ride to punk
Fifteen's slammin hard in my god d*** trunk
From tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth
Young players ride the foothill strip
They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, Vettes
Five 60 Benzos with Ferrari kits
They love fine a** b******, rolex watch
Top let down on the c**e white drop
I love my high schools cuties, muscle bound booties
Pools a hoes so you know I had to do my duties
I got to have it like a rabbit, f*** her like a champ
I tell you n**** I'm a pro with these high school tramps
They say young minds, make good times
See I'm a player so let me give an O 9
Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette
She wanna ride punk b**** you can ride my d***
Now Shawnetta, Shawnda, an Rida too
Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew
Talk bad punk b**** but it's always Pooh
Kiss my a** and spend your cash, on this s*** to ride to
[Goldy:]
Push in my deck, put in the key and start the engine
Cause I ain't joking, tired of smoking donuts while I'm spinning
A tight high performance engine with the duals and cams
f*** a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams
Cause I'm a young brotha like to burn rubber yo, get in and out of lanes
I pump that ride in your b**per so ya change
Then I take a pit stop, exterior/interior whipped up
They wax me, then they buff me, n***** don't love me now I'm tipped out
Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop
Going to the lee-male spots, looking for the female c***
I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat
Went to the curb, when I saw the a** of a dark freak
So I pulled up slamming $hort Dawg
I said "Hey", she said (*snort*), I said, "d*** a f***** warthog!"
So I smashed out doing 90
Covered her a** up with the smoke I left behind me
The medley steadily flowed in my ears like oxygen
Too $hort, the Pooh, and the Banks, got the hoes on our jocks again
f****** with the hooties, with booties, and big t******
That's potent, but all I got is cheese for a rodent
Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing
Picking up my young c*** for some cool tossing
Defamation of character, racially slandering
But all I'm ever guilty of is pimping and pandering
So please let me go officer
Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her
I make like al, tune, crank the vol-ume, and dash
Hit the freeway cause I can't play when I got some a**
Respect a player and an O G that's what they told me
Mhisani nickname Goldy, spittin' s*** to ride to
[Too $hort:]
Now I come from the mother f****** eastside
So shut the f*** up b**** and just ride
I'm Short Dogg, hoe you can't front me
Since my very first album I was funky
b****** start seeing them dollar signs
Even though I wouldn't give a broke b**** one dime
It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp
b****, you couldn't get 50 cents
I take a gap from your a** and then I owe you the rest
I know the game hoe, and I'm a vet
Playing broads ain't based on love
You want my money, I wanna f***
And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap
Beyotch!! Kiss my pimping a**
Cause all the time I didn't have this cash
Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number
I couldn't see ya like Stevie Wonder
I made a hit record, now I got money
You wanna play $hort Dogg for a dummy
But I come from the mother f****** eastside
You suck my d*** so I let the fake b**** ride
Dangerous music is on the mike
And like Banks always say, "This s*** is tight"
Now thats some s*** I ride
Pop that in the K-5 and go, buuuut
I got my partner Ant Banks sittin on something real phat
I got my partner Short, sittin on the hood of a Cadillac
I got eveybody rolling
I got Kool-Aid, he ain't spilling and he ain't trippin
I got Ol' T B with his big 'ol fat a**, I got everybody
I got ?, but he ain't got no skin on his d*** cause he f*** too much
I got ah, I got Ol' Dirty Arm but that my partna though
Cause he's super clean, super side, super everything
I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dred, but that ain't what's happening
I got a, s*** who else I got, I got I got Face, Pooh, that's my partna
He'll look through a broad his face so big
I got ah, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Linus; he kind of filthy
But that's my partna though, I ain't going to talk bad
I ain't going to talk bad
No I ain't going to rank out
Oh Kitty Wing, that's my partna Peppermint Patty
I ain't going to talk about him
I ain't going to talk about Huh
Cause he might beat me up send the block out on me
I don't want the block to through on me
Oh Too Clean (*barking sounds*)
We got ah, we got Hist Dancers (what about Chris Hicks baby?)
Chris Hicks that's my that my Steven Seagal, he living lavish
Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on
The Tin Man Mo, that's Pah prince of Darkness, that's my dark partna
My counter, that's my darkside
Who else we got, who else we got
We got foothill, oh I didn't get Clim, his teeth glow in the dark
Ahhhhhh s*** - now let me warm it up
I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup
To get smooth in the mood that I'm in
So lets start riding till this m************ ends
And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging
Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang
On any young n**** with some ends
A mobile phone and a drop top benz
Take it from me, see, cause I know what it's about
Kick a big fat d*** in a b****** mouth
And keep riding, high siding, but don't front
n**** serve that s***, don't be no punk
And while the n***** keep jocking, I be scoping
All the fine a** freaks of Oakland
That's where I reside, and where I always will be
The city of killers, dope dealers and still we
Chill like players, and act like pimps
Mack all hoes and slap all simps
The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew
I just hang with the gang like it's the thang to do
Now m************ can't face the facts that I'm doing this
Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this
See everybody knows the Banksta
The big d*** gangsta who's f****** with dank and clocking the bank
And I'm a get mine in the 9 O's
I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes
I'm pulling up right beside you
b**ping this funky a** s*** to ride to
[Pooh Man:]
Now here's some s*** for you to ride to punk
Fifteen's slammin hard in my god d*** trunk
From tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth
Young players ride the foothill strip
They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, Vettes
Five 60 Benzos with Ferrari kits
They love fine a** b******, rolex watch
Top let down on the c**e white drop
I love my high schools cuties, muscle bound booties
Pools a hoes so you know I had to do my duties
I got to have it like a rabbit, f*** her like a champ
I tell you n**** I'm a pro with these high school tramps
They say young minds, make good times
See I'm a player so let me give an O 9
Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette
She wanna ride punk b**** you can ride my d***
Now Shawnetta, Shawnda, an Rida too
Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew
Talk bad punk b**** but it's always Pooh
Kiss my a** and spend your cash, on this s*** to ride to
[Goldy:]
Push in my deck, put in the key and start the engine
Cause I ain't joking, tired of smoking donuts while I'm spinning
A tight high performance engine with the duals and cams
f*** a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams
Cause I'm a young brotha like to burn rubber yo, get in and out of lanes
I pump that ride in your b**per so ya change
Then I take a pit stop, exterior/interior whipped up
They wax me, then they buff me, n***** don't love me now I'm tipped out
Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop
Going to the lee-male spots, looking for the female c***
I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat
Went to the curb, when I saw the a** of a dark freak
So I pulled up slamming $hort Dawg
I said "Hey", she said (*snort*), I said, "d*** a f***** warthog!"
So I smashed out doing 90
Covered her a** up with the smoke I left behind me
The medley steadily flowed in my ears like oxygen
Too $hort, the Pooh, and the Banks, got the hoes on our jocks again
f****** with the hooties, with booties, and big t******
That's potent, but all I got is cheese for a rodent
Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing
Picking up my young c*** for some cool tossing
Defamation of character, racially slandering
But all I'm ever guilty of is pimping and pandering
So please let me go officer
Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her
I make like al, tune, crank the vol-ume, and dash
Hit the freeway cause I can't play when I got some a**
Respect a player and an O G that's what they told me
Mhisani nickname Goldy, spittin' s*** to ride to
[Too $hort:]
Now I come from the mother f****** eastside
So shut the f*** up b**** and just ride
I'm Short Dogg, hoe you can't front me
Since my very first album I was funky
b****** start seeing them dollar signs
Even though I wouldn't give a broke b**** one dime
It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp
b****, you couldn't get 50 cents
I take a gap from your a** and then I owe you the rest
I know the game hoe, and I'm a vet
Playing broads ain't based on love
You want my money, I wanna f***
And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap
Beyotch!! Kiss my pimping a**
Cause all the time I didn't have this cash
Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number
I couldn't see ya like Stevie Wonder
I made a hit record, now I got money
You wanna play $hort Dogg for a dummy
But I come from the mother f****** eastside
You suck my d*** so I let the fake b**** ride
Dangerous music is on the mike
And like Banks always say, "This s*** is tight"
Now thats some s*** I ride
Pop that in the K-5 and go, buuuut
I got my partner Ant Banks sittin on something real phat
I got my partner Short, sittin on the hood of a Cadillac
I got eveybody rolling
I got Kool-Aid, he ain't spilling and he ain't trippin
I got Ol' T B with his big 'ol fat a**, I got everybody
I got ?, but he ain't got no skin on his d*** cause he f*** too much
I got ah, I got Ol' Dirty Arm but that my partna though
Cause he's super clean, super side, super everything
I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dred, but that ain't what's happening
I got a, s*** who else I got, I got I got Face, Pooh, that's my partna
He'll look through a broad his face so big
I got ah, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Linus; he kind of filthy
But that's my partna though, I ain't going to talk bad
I ain't going to talk bad
No I ain't going to rank out
Oh Kitty Wing, that's my partna Peppermint Patty
I ain't going to talk about him
I ain't going to talk about Huh
Cause he might beat me up send the block out on me
I don't want the block to through on me
Oh Too Clean (*barking sounds*)
We got ah, we got Hist Dancers (what about Chris Hicks baby?)
Chris Hicks that's my that my Steven Seagal, he living lavish
Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on
The Tin Man Mo, that's Pah prince of Darkness, that's my dark partna
My counter, that's my darkside
Who else we got, who else we got
We got foothill, oh I didn't get Clim, his teeth glow in the dark