(feat. Ant Banks)



[Ant Banks]

Yeah... Really though... 

Real smooth you know what I'm saying...

Back on that ass hoe...check it



It's the banksta, back in the door, rappin a flow, smacking a hoe

So motherfucker you should act like you know

Cuz, I'm coming with the Bad n' Fluenz clique

A lunitic bitch, and we had to ruin shit, you made we doing this

But ain't no use in getting angry cuz we came G

The big dick gangsta you can't change me

I got game see and a dick big as an elephant

I'm hella bent, now pass the pussy cuz, i smell the scent

And if you miss out on this dick bitch you unlucky

Cuz I'm so good I could make a nun fuck me

But let's get back to this way out shit

Not that bootsy ass flow shit that play out quick

I gotta come with the shit that 'll have y'all jocking

Now hoes drawls dropping, and house walls knocking, they flocking

Just to hear my flow style straight gangsta profile

looking sick ass fuck with no smile

The whole crowd go wild when this nigga flow

And when I hit the Door I'm leaving with the thickest hoe

That's what the macks do, leaving hoes stuck like a statue

With this rap style you get attached to

A wack crew 'll fall fast when we all blast

and attack you with a few slugs in yall ass

I'm a menace and niggas finish in last place

Niggas be flowing and don't be knowing they ass fake

I guess them niggas got a weak brain, I'm from the streets mayne

So just kick back and peep game

Can't get with this cuz this shit is on hit

And don't forget I spit on this way out shit b-yatch



[Chorus]

[Ron:] The bomb got me thinking of some way out shit

[Ant:] If you ain't getting lit, you better stay out bitch

[Ron:] The bomb got me thinking of some way out shit

[Ant:] I'm in the house with the motherfuckin' Bad n' Fluenz clique



[Rappin' Ron]

The chronic got me thinking of some way out shit

I'm in the motherfuckin' house you better stay out bitch

Cuz it's me you can't fuck with, giving hoes rough dick

Now I'm back up bitch and i'm talking much shit

And i can back it up for those who be running up

Yeah, they be acting up, but I don't think they dumb enough

To think that they can stop the Ron, cuz I be dropping bombs

And if you bring yo mama in it then I'm socking mom

But it ain't gotta be like that, go around the corner and pick up a nice sack

And bring that ass right back, ignite that, so we can get lit

Cuz when I hit the joint I be getting to the point quick

I like sit back and stay calm and don't choke

So let me hit that it ain't bomb I won't smoke

So get the dank, don't get lit and spill the drank

Just smash on the gas hella fast, fill the tank

So we can go kick it and do some shit so wicked

like pull out my dick and watch yo hoes lick it

And those bitches, they can't say shit to Ron

I stay lit everyday smoking zips of bomb... 

bitch cuz I'm... a motherfuckin' mack

And when I bust a rap you know you can't fuck with that

So admit you can't fuck with it

Because the shit that you claim that you fitna do, nigga i done just did it

And plus I'm 'bout to do some mo'

And I pack a tec 9, so next time you fools 'll know

We get funky like dog shit, and me and diddley dog

spit on this crazy off the wall shit



[Chorus]



[Ant Diddley Dogg]

Now it's that lyrical mack so uh, hear it go smack

In your motherfuckin' face, this ain't no miracle black

It's that way out shit that I be thinkin' of

Straight mickey's ice in my system, I ain't drinking bud light

I love mics thats why I rips it up

And I love that hennessy too, that's why I sips a cup

Every time it passes, I'm ready to kick some asses

If you can't see that I'm the tightest get some glasses

But you might need bifocals when you hear my vocals

Believe it it's true, Ant Diddley's coming through

And you could ask your mama hoe, flowing astronomical

Me and Rappin' 'll flow straight for an hour so

Quick to devour your crew feel the power of two sick niggas so

What the fuck you cowards gone do

Seven up to a gun fight, cuz all i need is one mic

And every time I grab it I'm guaranteed to come tight

So listen as I let it slide out

and for a talkitive bitch I gotta dick for her wide mouth

And all violators will get prosecuted

when the glock is cocked, bitch I got's to shoot it

You say you the tightest but that's not the truth

I got more brain than Einstein and more rhymes than Doctor Suess

Coming with explosive shit, niggas can't get close to this

Ant Diddley Dog got technique, fuck them flows you spit

I make my rhyme sound fat got it down packed

Nigga pass the bomb i ain't fucking with no brown sack

So kick back cuz Bad n' Fluenz ain't gone play out quick

comin with this way out shit



[Chorus x5]



[Ant Banks]

It's got your bitch on a long ass dick