paroles de chanson 2 the Head - Ant Banks
Many
dues
have
been
paid,
many
punks
have
been
played
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,
bitch,
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
mothafuckas
didn't
belive
that
I
can
do
this
shit
Kick
some
funky
ass
rhymes
with
some
beats
that
hits
Now
I′m
provin′
them
wrong
but
still
suckas
wanna
clown
But
you
jealous
mothafuckas
ain't
bringin′
me
down
I
kept
faith
in
myself,
that's
what
I
had
to
do
To
make
it
out
here
and
stop
fuckin′
with
you
I'm
2 the
head...
Yeah!
Now
all
you
fake
niggaz:
get
the
fuck
off
my
nuts!
I
got
my
shit
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
shit
with
the
Dangerous
Clique
And
all
these
bitches,
they
out
to
get
some
famous
dick
But
I
ain't
trippin′,
girl,
you
can
bring
that
ass
on
Cause
all
this
jockin'
shit
ain′t
guaranteed
to
last
long
But
while
it's
happenin'
you
know
I′m
straight
lovin′
it
You
put
your
pussy
in
position
and
I'm
pluggin′
it
But
if
you're
lookin′
for
a
nigga
with
a
touch
of
affection
You
better
take
your
ass
to
the
love
connection
Cause,
hoe,
I
ain't
got
no
trust
in
you
Cause
if
another
rapper
comes
you′ll
be
fuckin'
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
fuck
groupie
bitches
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
fuck
off
my
face,
bitch,
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
shit
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
niggas
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
shit
I
got,
it
didn't
come
for
free
Late
nights
at
the
studio
bustin′
my
ass
crack
Tryin'
to
make
hits,
man,
but
where
was
your
ass
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
niggas
like
you
were
once
fuckin′
us
off
Stop
talkin'
about
me
and
get
a
J-O-B
instead
Bitch
ass
nigga,
I′m
2 the
head...
Yeah
and
this
goes
out
to
all
you
shit
talkin'
Bandwagon
ridin′
mothafuckas:
get
off
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