[First Verse - Rappin' Ron]
You say you got bitches, but we got more hoes
Now it's time to dig it to the gangstafied wardrobe
'Bout to get fitted, you know that I'm a mack right?
Reached up on the shelf, snatched up my all-black Nikes
That's tight, you know you can't beat this
All black Girbauds with them razor sharp creases
A black t-shirt, jet black beanie
Oakland on the front and bitch no you ain't seen me
But believe me, I keep all these hoes starin'
Hoop in a nugget in my ear 24-carat
So admit it, I'm fitted from the flo' up
It's nineteen ninty fro' but I still sport a low cut
Tight fade with a all-black outfit
You doubt this, and I'ma' have to knock you out bitch
I might bust you in ya' face if you jockin' me
And I keep my gat just in case animosity
I come from way back and I don't play that
I say raps and remember that I stay strapped
So what you lookin' at? It's me and my potna' Diddley
I'm ready to bust and plus I got my chopper wit' me
So settle down, don't get to juiced up
Cause pooh-butts get faded like a crew cut
And what I'm packin' ain't nothin' like a sling shot
But it breaks hot, and it got seventeen shots
So Ant Diddley won't you cock that Glock back?
Don't get 'em bucked there's no chance they'll try to pop back
You got that? My religion straight redrum
You was unprepared son, now your whole head numb
You said come, so we had to peel your dome back
Full-blooded gangsters boy yo' ass shoulda' known that
You say you got bitches, but we got more hoes
Now it's time to dig it to the gangstafied wardrobe
'Bout to get fitted, you know that I'm a mack right?
Reached up on the shelf, snatched up my all-black Nikes
That's tight, you know you can't beat this
All black Girbauds with them razor sharp creases
A black t-shirt, jet black beanie
Oakland on the front and bitch no you ain't seen me
But believe me, I keep all these hoes starin'
Hoop in a nugget in my ear 24-carat
So admit it, I'm fitted from the flo' up
It's nineteen ninty fro' but I still sport a low cut
Tight fade with a all-black outfit
You doubt this, and I'ma' have to knock you out bitch
I might bust you in ya' face if you jockin' me
And I keep my gat just in case animosity
I come from way back and I don't play that
I say raps and remember that I stay strapped
So what you lookin' at? It's me and my potna' Diddley
I'm ready to bust and plus I got my chopper wit' me
So settle down, don't get to juiced up
Cause pooh-butts get faded like a crew cut
And what I'm packin' ain't nothin' like a sling shot
But it breaks hot, and it got seventeen shots
So Ant Diddley won't you cock that Glock back?
Don't get 'em bucked there's no chance they'll try to pop back
You got that? My religion straight redrum
You was unprepared son, now your whole head numb
You said come, so we had to peel your dome back
Full-blooded gangsters boy yo' ass shoulda' known that
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