Ant Banks - 2 the Head lyrics

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, b**h, 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 mothaf**as didn't belive that I can do this sh** Kick some funky a** rhymes with some beats that hits Now I'm provin' them wrong but still s**as wanna clown But you jealous mothaf**as ain't bringin' me down I kept faith in myself, that's what I had to do To make it out here and stop f**in' with you I'm 2 the head... Yeah! Now all you fake n***az: get the f** off my nuts! I got my sh** 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 sh** with the Dangerous Clique And all these b**hes, they out to get some famous dick But I ain't trippin', girl, you can bring that a** on Cause all this jockin' sh** ain't guaranteed to last long But while it's happenin' you know I'm straight lovin' it You put your p**y in position and I'm pluggin' it But if you're lookin' for a n***a with a touch of affection You better take your a** to the love connection Cause, hoe, I ain't got no trust in you Cause if another rapper comes you'll be f**in' 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 f** groupie b**hes 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 f** off my face, b**h, 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 sh** I got, it didn't come for free Late nights at the studio bustin' my a** crack Tryin' to make hits, man, but where was your a** 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 n***as like you were once f**in' us off Stop talkin' about me and get a J-O-B instead b**h a** n***a, I'm 2 the head... Yeah and this goes out to all you sh** talkin' bandwagon ridin' mothaf**as: get off...