- Ant Banks Cant Stop 歌詞
- Ant Banks
- (feat. E-40, Mack 10)
(E-40:)
Aight, one O this E Fizee
I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher Count Dracula
Who just teaches a brother how to, you know
Count his marbles, you know....what about you?
(Mack 10:)
You see I cant stop I wont stop til I check a mill
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
365 seven days I believe crack pays
My estates been guarded by pitbulls and AKs
Im straight cookin them thangs movin weight like I should
Cause a nigga livin good dont mean he went Hollywood
Dog I practice my craft so each year I get better
To stay ghetto and clever and be richer than ever
(E-40:)
Fonzarelli man I thought you was a rebel I am
But tell me this then: why you move up out the ghetto?
Motherfucker I am the ghetto I beg your pardon
Nigga I was grindin tryna take niggas heads off
Flossin and fuckin hoes when you was kindergarden
Nigga this aint Lenny & Squiggy
Nigga this E Fizee and Mack Tizee
Fuckin with italian romiane pasta chicken tortellini
30 odd 6 custodian with the scope far from Nickelodeon
No shit no joke southern Cali up north se we be rollin
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
Plead the 5th but dont snitch
No case cause every Po-Po and they mammy know
That 12 gauge equipment can be traced
Stand on your bunions nigga dont try to get caught in his draws
Cause them 2.2.3.s be penetratin through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit didnt pay child support
Thinkin about skippin town movin to Shreveport, biAtch!
(Chorus:)
You see I cant stop I wont stop til I check a mill
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(from L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin)
(make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen)
You see I cant stop I wont stop til I check a mill
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(see you my dude right that mean we partners in crime)
(its Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime, biAtch!)
(Mack 10:)
Forty, Im one bro thats in the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble and make feddy by the gumble?
Marv said we got bigga triggas Mack we got bigga figures
Now throw the top back on the rarri and bang gears on these niggas
And watch what money show you bout niggas
That dont know you busters is gone hate
Real G´s is happy for you
Its Mack Dime on the grind fool it´s my time to shine
Now would you niggas kick back and let me mine?
(E-40:)
Causin havoc sparkin up chaos bringin the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters mobbin under buckets
If you cant beat us then join us get on the team street sweepers
Grenade, riffles and M1 car beams, dice game
Craps bets over car titles, pink slips, cash money
Watchin out for rival gang members beefin bad weather
But it all boils down to who got the most paper
(Chorus)
(Mack 10:)
I shoot em up like syringers I know what real ends is
Low-Lows, Harley Davis and big body benzes
Aint been faded so far on my wristI got a R
Hundred thousand dollar car cause I push the caviar
So whats up what you need everybody huddle up
Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
From L.A. to the Bay its Mack 10 and E-Fourtay
(E-40:)
Sometimes I wonder if it´s worth this
Fuckin with the law tryna make it look like Im runnin
A legitimate tow truck service with a just-say-no
Drug bumper sticker on the back of my window (back window)
Knowin I been smokin a gang of Indo
Around the corner 4 houses down across the way
Way make a right and then a left over there by Safeway
And when you get there page me punch in
How much ya wanna spend separate the 20s from the 1s 5s and 10s
Slick, sly, sharp narcotic vendors always do business
In shoppin centers Buck em stick em stuck em dont ever fuck me
Hate em bleed em love em shit can get ugly
(Chorus)
Hoo Bang Hoo Ride, Hoo Bang Hoo Ride
Hoo Ride Hoo Bang
Who be ridin who be bangin, ride nigga
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