Don't Fight The Intro

Say, ho (yeah, you) Can I ask you a question? Can you get in where you fit in, bitch? Get mad if you want, I won't front 'Cause I got a new tape, and it's full of bumps So roll your raps over, they all out-dated Too short, baby, comin' straight X-rated Oakland funk is all on this tape You heard seven get ready for eight That's right bitch Short said eight of them Don't believe me Start countin' while I name them Don't stop rapping Girl, that's your life Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe Players' was the wickedest and that's the realer But I still came hard on coke-dealers Raw, Uncut & X-Rated', 'Born to Mack' Life is too short' is where I first went platinum Short Dog's In The House' came next And shorty The Pimp' makes seven, bitch And it don't stop to the beat, baby Get in where you fit in, bitch! That's right, album number eight Five nationwide, two gold, two platinums And you got to break me off something for this one, bitch Ant Banks on the motherfucking mixing board Pee-Wee on the keyboards Shorty B on the bass and lead guitar And I'm in the sound booth, bitch And we don't stop And you know that shit (Yeah) We up here at Dangerous Music Studio Just got through making Mhisani a funky ass album called "Gold in the Land Of Funk", his shit will out in a minute My boy Father time just hooked up with Dangerous Music On that funky, sloppy, hip-hop tip Ant Bank's sitting on something fat, if you already didn't know And if you ain't got Banks' tape, you need to get the motherfucker 'Cause the shit is on hit, bitch Yea, straight from motherfucking East Oakland We got Rappin' Ron from 89th Avenue And his partner Ant Diddly Dog from '98 And those motherfuckers gonna come out with the Bad Influence Tip straight from Oakland, bitch Then we gonna knock the patch out your ass On the fade tip with my nigga FM Blue from Tre Eight Davey D is his boy and they gonna tear shit up too Dangerous crew nigga, yeah And it don't stop Hey, Banks is we gonna get funky on this album or what? Yeah, you know that, but we ain't gotta brag on it That's right, and if these niggas think we some Fake ass, rap ass motherfuckers or something You best do you homework, nigga 'Cause these niggas from Oakland Got a gang of motherfuckers ready to funk with you niggas If you want it like that, but you know It ain't even got be all that though, because ah We getting funky on this album This's some more rap shit And I'm telling these bitches to get in where they fit in And that goes for you niggas too Get in where you fit in Before somebody check your motherfucking ass 'Cause we ain't giving no bitches no kind of slack And you know why? 'Cause I'm a player