Ant Banks - Packin' A Gat 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***az 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***az 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***az 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 hoe 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})