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