Ant Banks - Top Down lyrics

How freaky can you get to a long fat dick? Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X Run up in the p**y, rub the nipple next b**h, which is worse, my bark or my bite? You heard about me and now I'm f**ing you from dark to the light You must of thought I got nicer, talking about Heiser I'm an old dogg and old dogg's get wiser Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this You never did this, s**ing on a big dick What b**h? You better check the size, and recognize When I'm between your thighs sh**, I get hard from the sound of a kick drum Riding down the strip with your diamonds and ?? Shiny bald head catching sun rays Smashing down the strip going backwards down runways Four eighteens with the zues and the Zapco Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show Hit a back street and put the top up Stopped at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us I'm so roll with my electric top Hit a bu*ton, ain't gotta get out, f** with nuthin Let the top just fold up and lay down Slamming hard pa**ing by the schools and the playgrounds Everybody knows when Short's in town Cause I keep the beats thumping hella hard with my top down Drop the top Just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top Nine albums out, ain't changed my talk A thousands hoes walked on I'm still a dogg Ain't changed nuthing but the ho that I'm f**ing Still riding through the hood all the homies say "What's up?" Give me my props cause I always rock And I still gets co*k when the fine hoes jock Still smoking Indo getting burned out Still got the orange juice bottle full of gin 'bout to turn out A show, a ho smashed back to the O Put them b**hes on my beeper then pull some mo' Cause I bump more hoes than acne I guess you b**h can't learn that you just can't mack me I'm off of Gin and Juice, don't even introduce If you ain't f**ing back up cause I'm finna choose I want some p**y that could make me write a Freaky Tale Drawls back, bootie cracks, b**h in a hotel Just to say you got some Too Short dick You wanna show some evidence, don't swallow don't spit Cause I bust more nuts than a squirrel And my dick been in pussies all around the world If you had a picture of it and you asked the b**h "What's this?" I bet you say, "Too Short dick" I still taunt the fine hoes and get shot down I say "b**h," slam the beat, smash off with my top down Just riding with my top down We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We rode the AC transit bus Selling joints for a dollar, smoking angel dust On the way to a house party, a maybe delux Slanging Too Short tapes, making some bucks Looking out the window at the Mustang and Falcon crew Asking myself "How can you?" Roll like the Giants down the foothill strip With beats thumping top down bumping a b**h sh** I had to have drop, didn't care if I had a Volkswagon Pick up the beat, had a hoes flaging Siding with the top down, lit like a lamp Blowing out the amp, trying to bump a tramp Most n******gs couldn't afford to have a drop top So they got they sh** cut at the chop shop Couldn't tell n******gs nuthin way back then A lot of n******gs died or they went to the pen Couldn't even see the homie Short Bubble Bank get fat and my whole account double When I walk in a club b**hes say "Ooh God Is that you Todd?" Me and my homies just hoo-ride And take advantage of a life we never had f** eating cheese sandwiches, broke, living bad I'ma do it for my homies that's there in lock down Ride with my beats slamming top down Drop the top Just drop the top I got my top down Drop the top Just drop the top I'm just rolling with my top down We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top Beyotch