Rappin' Ron - Pimp Style Gangstas lyrics

[Ant Banks] Up in your sh** for the 4 it's the pimp style gangstas (Rappin' Ron, Ant Diddley Dog) And I'm the biggity Banksta Here to serve 'em some heat, and put the word on the street (Bad N-Fluenz, motherf**a) And b**h I'm working the beats Straight gangsta sh**, cause that's all we know It how to bank on a n***a, and break these hoes We do it coast to coast, the biggest pimps by far So Rappin' Ron won't you tell 'em who you are [Rappin' Ron] I'm a motherf**ing pimp with a street full of prostitutes (And if a n***a talking sh**) Well I'm a gangsta so I gots to shoot A fake busta with the quickness I got Hella b**hes, and more n***as on my hitlist Ant Diddley Dog! [Ant Diddley Dog] Yeah I'm coming through pimping your ho But if your a** wanna go, you need the .44 And the motherf**ing Mac-10 And Rappin' Ron's got my back, so what the f**'s happening [Rappin' Ron] I'm back in with another switch (Man f** a b**h) But they can't get enough of this I'm busting hits like and O.G You know me, sipping on the 4-0 of O.E [Ant Diddley Dog] I'm smoking dank every day, I ain't got it all So if one of y'all wanna brawl, then motherf**ers gotta fall So don't ever say this brother's soft I'm just another boss, and I'm breaking motherf**ers off [Rappin' Ron] That n***a Rappin' Ron is slanging crews, I'm paying dues And if you're playing, I'm spraying fools And I just can't stop making flows I'm not a simp, I'm a motherf**ing pimp and I'm breaking hoes [Ant Diddley Dog] And for the punks you know I got that trigga If a n***a talking crazy I'm a pop that n***a If a stupid motherf**er talking sh** I'll shank ya That's just the lifestyle for the pimp style gangstas They're shaking b**hes, they're breaking b**hes They're shaking b**hes, (Yeah, we hating b**hes) They're doing b**hes, they're fooling b**hes They're doing b**hes, (Yeah, we ruling b**hes) [Ant Banks] Kicking that funky sh** you can't f** with The hoes love it, they all wanna s** dick So break 'em off y'all, something kinda fat Rappin' Ron, Ant Diddley, where the f** you at? [Ant Diddley Dog] We come again, yeah it's the pimp style gangstas If some folks wanna joke, then I'm a jump them prankstas And maintain my game and train my b**hes Every day is the same as I gain my riches [Rappin' Ron] Busting nuts like a playa, Ronnie sooths like an ointment You wanna meet me ho, don't beep me, make a goddamn appointment Cause I'm a business man, I need time to make my money I k** motherf**ers who try to play me like a dummy [Ant Diddley Dog] Riding through Oakland with bumps sounding fat With a tip on my hat and my trunk full of gats Taking strolls on San Pablo, checking on my hoes All the pussies on my hoes are gold, giving me cash overflow [Rappin' Ron] We load and hold and design to your temple Any move then pop pop pop pop pop, it's that simple And after your last hearbeat Any b**hes you had, I'll put they a** on the streets to work for me [Ant Diddley Dog] And backing him up is Ant Diddley I put the clips on quickly cause business is tricky So if you piss me, watch out for the creep I hunt you down like a bloodhound and put you six feet deep They're shaking b**hes, they're breaking b**hes They're shaking b**hes, (Yeah, we hating b**hes) They're doing b**hes, they're fooling b**hes They're doing b**hes, (Yeah, we ruling b**hes in '94) [Ant Banks] Yeah fool, you know Ant Banks, Bad N-Fluenz kicking that gangsta sh** for '94 We up out this b**h