Can I Get a Bitch
It's been a long time kickin' it an' everybody knows it
Oaktown still in the house
But I suppose it's time for some more shit
So, yo, peep the flow, bitch
An' I'll be the motherfuckin' host with the most dick
So now you know it ain't a damn thang changed up
Stayin' true to the streets, since we came up
So blame us for bringin' you the game plus
Much bass, now the name is just Dangerous
So here we go, it's time for some new shit
From '94 to '95, we can do this
So nigga, just love this with no playa hation
'Cause we gets respect all over the nation
Still in this to win this, so you can pretend this
Beat this, like my dick in yo mouth, until I'm finished
The shit goes on an' on an' on
But when you gets no promotions, that ass is gone
In the studio all day puttin' in work
Hoes didn't give a fuck an' man that shit hurts
Used an' abused, no pain, no gain
Sure them hoes tried to play us, but we still in the game
Still in the game, after all these years
Been bumpin' so long, I can hardly hear
Still got the same flow that I used to have
You can clown if you want but don't do it too fast
'Cause I'm gone slow it way down, then shoot your ass
An' you wannabe pimps, back to class
'Cause Ant Banks been makin' these beats to long
You tryin' to get with these funky songs
But the formulas patented, we ain't havin' it
Game is all we spit, keep on mackin', bitch
You can't make it hard
Can't tell a motherfucker how to play this part
Call me Short Dawg, baby of the Dangerous Crew
Talkin' on the Mobil, Ant Banks came through
Ridin' in a brand new Benz
A nigga like that might have a few ends
No shit bitch, stupid hoe
You spent your last 10 years in the studio
We ain't no punks, we can't be played
Still in the game, still gettin' paid
You know we got all the hoes
More hoes than Swiss cheese, nigga
Ant Banks, you want a hoe, you want a bitch?
Well, can I get a bitch? Bitch
Nigga, can I get a bitch? Bitch
Short, give me a bitch, bitch
Banks, jump yo fat ass in the mix
Yeah, the shit gets hectic, but you gots to expect it
10 years chillin' in the game, well respected
But check this, some niggaz don't give it up
Never be givin' us props
See, we don't stop 'cause we don't give a fuck
We gets paid, so tell me what a nigga know
We hit him low with the bass, than we get more
Number one album, so where the fuck you at?
Doing sit-ups, stay off my dick, still tryin' to rap
Damn, we never ballin' out of control
We open doors for the motherfuckin' O, now let's roll
Everybody up 'cause we all gots to get it
An' when you get your motherfuckin' chance, nigga, spit it
So listen to what I'm tellin', G, come with the melody
Or keep yo skills tight, so you can have longevity
Like the Bad Ass, shit, I had to earn that name
Some love it, some hate it, but I'm still in the game
Say bitch, bitch
Nigga, can I get a bitch? Bitch
Short, give me a bitch, bitch
Well, nigga, get on the mic an' get fresh
Young nigga in the fifth grade, stealin' cigarettes
At ten years old, he was a real vet
Sellin' gold weed, makin' money like a star
Wasn't old enough to drive, but he still bought a car
Ten years later, he was sellin' coke
Fuck with the nigga? He was killin' folks
Had to do a couple of niggas or he would've caught the chrome
Hopped on the plane, straight got gone
3 years on the run, still in the game
Bounce back through the town ain't nothin' change
Caught a murder beef, but the shit was weak
Charges got dropped in less than two weeks
This nigga went through a lot, but his bank is fat
Tried to catch him up with them wiretaps
But that snitched info, it's simple an' plain
You can kill all you want, but we still in the game
Somebody say bitch, bitch
Say bitch, bitch
Say bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Say bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Now let me hear y'all scream, hoo
Scream, hoo
Short Dawg an' Ant Banks in the house, bitch
An' we mackin'