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    "2 The Head" Lyrics

    Ant Banks

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    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 want to slang'em, watch your face gettin' lamped up
    Well, what's my name? You can call me Banks for short
    You want to 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 want to 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 want to 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-be instead
    Bitch ass nigga, I'm 2 the head...

    Yeah and this goes out to all you shit talkin'
    bandwagon ridin' mothafuckas: get off...
    This song was submitted on September 7th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by D.Edwards A.Banks.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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