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[Ant Diddley Dog] Yeah, I hope your motherfucking eardrums is ready for this Bad N-Fluenz in the motherfuckin' house Finna kick some shit for all the niggas who think they be flowing I'm about to introduce my young partner, so kick back Hit the weed, and tweek off these motherfucking flows Spit that shit, Rappin' Ron [Rappin' Ron] That nigga Ron's back, with a bomb sack I'm either smoking or I'm signing on a contract And you will never see me sober cause I'm always lit And when I spit, I don't wanna hear y'all say shit Cause when niggas talk shit, I tax they ass While they bitch be begging for a backstage pass Cause the bitches be loving it, just they way I be shoving dick All down the hoes throat cause I ain't no joke Provoke, and I'll blow your chest open Come to Oakland, so you can get your neck broken And I'm the nigga that's doing the neck snapping Ripping these motherfuckers in half just like a wet napkin I'm up to no good in yo hood I'm walking through You know this fool, buster, who the fuck you think you talking to? Saying you kill a crew, talking bout how you peel a few caps When all you do is steal a few raps Perhaps you should cut all the bullshit before you get SongtexteBeat with a bullwhip and then catch a full clip And you'll get jumped like a grasshopper And in the motherfucking trunk I got a pump for your ass, partner Motherfucker, this a nine thing You running up to Rappin' Ron and catch a permanent migrane And murdering is what the hobby is And I'm a motherfucking gangsta nigga, ain't that shit obvious? Boy you can't hang, I'm deep in the game Rappin' Ron is the name, smoking bomb is the game And every day I'm smoking it, straight out of Oakland, bitch Cussing when I'm busting, crushing that mediocre shit Nigga cross the line and I'm beating those Cause they try to bust flows and they fold and they decompose And I kick back like a big vet So nigga you can hit the deck but you still ain't heard shit yet [Ant Diddley Dog] Man, told y'all motherfuckers he was a goddamn fool! Hell naw, fucking with these young gangsta poets Coming with this lyrical-ass shit My young parter Rappin' Ron gonna show you y'all Motherfuckers how it's supposed to be done So turn up the goddamn Zaps and bump them 15's Cause you STILL ain't heard shit yet [Rappin' Ron] You ain't heard shit yet, cause I'm a motherfuckin' vet My style will break off and take off just like a jet Set to grab the tec, and pop in some clips And hit the corner in the mob, let off some shots while they diss Bitch you'd better break, killing is in the take First the 8 then the 9 so you'd better get it straight Wait, nigga stizzop, Ron's getting prizzops And if you get disgusted you'll get busted in your chizzops You can't fuck with me, cause I'm a young G Nigga the O is the town, the 89 is the T That's my turf since the birth, putting fools in a hearse Yeah I love to bust raps, but I gotta bust caps first Leaving punk motherfuckers on they backs Cause when I pull my straps, all them saps just collapse And I watch them figgety fall, cause I'm a higgedy hog Coming up out the kiggedy cut with my partner Ant Diddley Dog I ain't scared, cause they unprepared I said "flee" and the fled, I said "bleed" and they bled from the head Now they doead, they caught too many slugs But gimme the mic and I'm ripping and rapping and rocking And dropping them lugs So motherfuckers love Rappin' Ron cause I'm perking up off that bomb And I'm really not that high when I'm off that chocolate Thai So let's go and get some dank and some drank and let's lounge Don't try to creep, peep a nigga from the town That's down to blow up your whole fucking block Get on my nerve when I'm perved and get served like a knot And then catch the shot from my glock when it busts Yeah you probably be fucking with them but nigga but you never be fucking with us So trust, that punk motherfuckers get served Talk shit when I'm lit and get kicked to the curb And punk-ass niggas get served quick And your ass needs to chill cause you still ain't heard shit [Ant Diddley Dog] Goddamn! This nigga's sick as fuck! Check thise out, man, oooh, this nigga ain't even finished yet So calm your motherfucking ass down, peep this last verse [Rappin' Ron] Now everybody think that I lost it So they be running up quick but I be coming up with that raw shit The one that flow, now everyone I know I'm another motherfucker and I'm coming from the O To the A to the K, straight from the Bay Where the nigga slang the yey or they either snort the pay Some niggas be hopped out, big time and got clout And some went to school but them fools just dropped out So if you made it, nigga, then I'm glad you made it But I'm undereducated cause I never graduated But I don't give a FUCK about no goddamn diploma I'd rather grab my gat and put a nigga in a coma I don't know no calculus, algebra, or geometry But I got my gat so I know trigga-nometry And all that school shit was nerve-racking That shit ain't gave me pape, that's the reason I prefer jacking Perking off of Genuine Draft The kinda nigga that'll put a couple in you and laugh Lend you half a motherfucking gravesite You can't fuck with the man with my hand on my guage tight But I'm a do it like this so your crew will know Tie your leg to a car, tie the other to a pole Talk shit and laugh cause I got the gift of gab Hop in the car, hit the gas, watch your ass split in half Motherfuckers think that they stacking I got more raps than a gift and more straps than a straightjacket It's just that flow shit, that coming up out the O shit Now wait for the next song so you can hear some more shit, bitch Rappin' Ron in this motherfucker, you know what I'm saying? Saying what's up to all my potnas in East Oakland, California Crazy-assRegis from 89th Avenue My potna Ace, my homeboy FT You know how we doing it, my potnas Sunny and Shine Just kicking it, doing this Oakland type shit Aus Songtexte Mania