Ant Banks - Packin' a Gun lyrics

Sample: "Never leave the pad without packin a gun" -] Eazy-E {*1} Let me drop it on the one, heheh Yeah.. Real smooth youknowhatI'msayin? Chorus: unknown singers If you think this sh** is funky Don't be a punk, n***a, just get in the groove {*1} And if you think this sh** is funky Don't be a punk, n***a, let it get into you [Ant Banks] Yeah, check it Well let me hit it like this, fool Ant Banks is back Still comin way tight, straight gangsta mack You see the b**hes know I'm loaded, smooth as a poet Droppin sh** like a pigeon just to let you s**ers know it's The grip that I clock that makes the hoes jock And n***as get to trippin, and talkin hella sh** and Don't you know your bluffin ain't enough you see That all you mark motherf**ers can't fu*k with me So bring it on cause I got somethin for ya Mac-10 strong, smoke that a** like doja Break that a** off, until I leave yo' a** broke I'm icin like Tyson boy I ain't no joke A lot of n***as now think they made of steel Too tough to get took, and that's for real But let me tell you like $hort n***a, that's your life Cause n***as I know get took every night Tryin to show out and look good for the hoes But everybody knows how the story goes... The b**hes ain't sh** cause they all into gafflin Break a ho jaw, and I might start laughin *chuckles* That's how it is so you better play it safe And get you a gat in a smooth a** place And you will never trip when you're tryin to have fun But n***a you should {*1} Chorus {*1} Slap the hand *boom boom* Put a cap smooth in that a** I want you to just slap the hand *boom* {*1} [Ant Banks] Late night trippin on a Saturday night Hangin at the Uptown, hoes is tight Thinkin to myself, "Yeah I'm finsta make a come-up" I'm doin the first tramp b**h that wanna run up Seen a little tight one, the b**h said, "Hey!" Rushed that a** to the store and got the Tanqueray Pulled over to the side, now I'm cold on the mission Threw the b**h in the back and put that a** in position Baby broke me off, OOH somethin kinda proper b**h was so tight, I didn't wanna stop her Now a n***a trippin, sippin on gin Drunk as f**, and out comes her boyfriend! Time to call it quits, cause the fool might trip But the n***a shoulda known that a b**h ain't sh** He reached for the do', now I got him in focus .380 on that a**, now his life is like hopeless All over one little stupid dookie b**h With a funky a** co*k and some juicy a** lips But I never trip when I'm tryin to have Yeah n***a now I {*1} Chorus {*1} Slap the hand *boom boom* Put a cap smooth in that a** I want you to just slap the hand *boom* {*1} [Ant Banks] Yeahhhahhh, much props to the motherf**in Dangerous Crew n***a YouknowhatI'msayin? Chorus (1/2, - {*1})