Packin' a Gun — Ant Banks Lyrics

Packin' a Gun Song Lyrics

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[sample:]
"Never leave the pad without packin a gun" -> [Eazy-E {*1}]

Let me drop it on the one, heheh
Yeah..
Real smooth youknowhatI'msayin?

[Chorus: unknown singers]

If you think this sh*t is funky
Don't be a punk, nigga, just get in the groove {*1}
And if you think this sh*t is funky
Don't be a punk, nigga, let it get into you

[Ant Banks]
Yeah, check it
Well let me hit it like this, fool Ant Banks is back
Still comin way tight, straight gangsta mack
You see the b**ches know I'm loaded, smooth as a poet
Droppin sh*t like a pigeon just to let you suckers know it's
the grip that I clock that makes the hoes jock
And niggaz get to trippin, and talkin hella sh*t and
don't you know your bluffin ain't enough you see
that all you mark motherf**kers can't f**k with me
So bring it on cause I got somethin for ya
Mac-10 strong, smoke that ass like doja
Break that ass off, until I leave yo' ass broke
I'm icin like Tyson boy I ain't no joke
A lot of niggaz now think they made of steel
Too tough to get took, and that's for real
But let me tell you like $hort nigga, that's your life
Cause niggaz I know get took every night
Tryin to show out and look good for the hoes
But everybody knows how the story goes...

The b**ches ain't sh*t cause they all into gafflin
Break a hoe jaw, and I might start laughin

[chuckles]
That's how it is so you better play it safe
and get you a gat in a smooth ass place
And you will never trip when you're tryin to have fun
But nigga you should {*1}

[Chorus]

{*1}

Slap the hand *boom boom*
Put a cap smooth in that ass
I want you to just slap the hand *boom*
{*1}

[Ant Banks]
Late night trippin on a Saturday night
Hangin at the Uptown, hoes is tight
Thinkin to myself, "Yeah I'm finsta make a come-up"
I'm doin the first tramp b**ch that wanna run up
Seen a little tight one, the b**ch said, "Hey!"
Rushed that ass to the store and got the Tanqueray
Pulled over to the side, now I'm cold on the mission
Threw the b**ch in the back and put that ass in position
Baby broke me off, OOH somethin kinda proper
b**ch was so tight, I didn't wanna stop her
Now a nigga trippin, sippin on gin
Drunk as f**k, and out comes her boyfriend!
Time to call it quits, cause the fool might trip
But the nigga shoulda known that a b**ch ain't sh*t
He reached for the do', now I got him in focus
.380 on that ass, now his life is like hopeless
All over one little stupid dookie b**ch
with a funky ass cock and some juicy ass lips
But I never trip when I'm tryin to have
Yeah nigga now I {*1}

[Chorus]

{*1}

Slap the hand [boom boom]
Put a cap smooth in that ass
I want you to just slap the hand *boom*
{*1}

[Ant Banks]
Yeahhhahhh, much props to the motherf**kin
Dangerous Crew nigga
YouknowhatI'msayin?

[Chorus 1/2, - {*1}]