Текст (слова) песни: Ant Banks - 2 The Head

 
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...
 

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2 The Head