Ant Banks - Talkin' sh** lyrics

What's up motherf**ers I'm talkin major sh** motherf**in day, you feel I'm coming strait from the Oakland streets I got let u n***as know when the end meets So here we go come and take a ride with me In the streets of the motherf**in fifties First of all let me take you for a five-minute ride Come back for, one n***a just died And I don't even trip of for sh** That it takes for a motherf**in lick Be strong, stand tall, a hold your grounds up, be a mack like Dru Down A n***a who stands on his tiptoes And I love short hair fine hoes Nappy hairs don't remind me Cause I'm blind just like Run DMC C and H don't you like this sh** a funky rap to another funky hit n***as wanna know about me The capitalized serial k**a a double D Well n***a back up take fifty feet Unless you want your teeth layin on the concrete Cause am not playin no games Never did never will now what's up mayn You wan test some sk**s Well let's test your sk**s on the real Uh, n***a you ain't sh** A punk kissing a** and lickin on some dick And I knew by the way you move You were switching the hips and perking them lips You was a f*got a** b**h But don't trip cause a n***a like me just talkin sh** You feel that I'm talkin major sh** b**h Ha one two one two here I go with the flow Now what you got say about me talkin sh** I ain't never been to legit to quit Cause a n***a like me is on the go Always being real true to the ho Never turn to the white man just a black man To some brothers now you understand Cause a n***a ain't trippin no more of the white folks I just got to get my money on And this is out for you ballas sh**, popo stay off the dick Cause you motherf**ers keep on jackin I'm gonna get feed up, something gonna happen I may run and get tha AK take nine I dammed near forget to creep to the 4 five But a n***a ain't loose I get juice when it comes to me wearing toe boots In case I got to throw AK to the sh** And then I get crossed to check I don't play no I don't f** around 21 years in the Eastside Oak town I bet you couldn't hang like I did Being a mack pimp player at age ten But science I was young and talk a little bit I listend up and when I spoke I talked major sh** A well a brother like me feel bionic Every time I'm puffin on a joint of the cronic Yeah, I wear five nine dickies I'm sayin f** 8 ball I drink Mickies So peep this here I go I say whats up to my folks from the five O mail row And back cross two I ain't forgot about my partners form the five 2, foo And we can keep it on the strive I throw a peace sign, for six five and six nine And I'm gona keep it on a go I wants some bounce lets go to seven nine eight O And yeah am talkin big sh** Roll up the window come with me to the land and hit nine six And ride, and say whats up to my folks But for me to say names that's brother off And so we steady getting high buffin Marvin Gaywe And science we ridin throgh the streets hit nine eight End even I'm down the street around the block I can't forget about my folks from Plymouth Rock Well I'm finished I'm quit through talkin sh** Don't forget Dru Down keeps guns and clips and clips and clips