Ant Banks - Packin' A Gun Lyrics
Many dues have been paid, many punks have been playedFor the funky beats I made I get for my gradeI'm from the Dangerous Crew, I can't hang with youCause I'm from Oakland, *****, where the game is trueYou don't belive me? Well, come on slide throughBecause the city of dope will give you somethin' to ride toPut my tape in your deck and do some damagesBut the six by nines, they can't handle thisI'm twenty-three so I'm far from a young buckThis gin and juice is gettin' me pumped upFake rappers get chumped upYou wanna slang'em, watch your face gettin' lamped upWell, what's my name? You can call me Banks for shortYou wanna book me? You're about to see a gangsta showCause I be tighter than tight, give me a brew and the micAnd it will be on like chickenbone, you know that's rightSome motha*****as didn't belive that I can do this shitKick some funky ass rhymes with some beats that hitsNow I'm provin' them wrong but still suckas wanna clownBut you jealous motha*****as ain't bringin' me downI kept faith in myself, that's what I had to doTo make it out here and stop *****in' with youI'm 2 the head...Yeah! Now all you fake niggaz: get the ***** off my nuts!I got my shit rollin' so now I'm like a mack in townAnd when I'm ridin' through, the hoes be flaggin' me downI'm just a player kickin' funky shit with the Dangerous CliqueAnd all these *****es, they out to get some famous dickBut I ain't trippin', girl, you can bring that ass onCause all this jockin' shit ain't guaranteed to last longBut while it's happenin' you know I'm straight lovin' itYou put your ***** in position and I
