Don't Fight The Intro

Say, ho (yeah, you)
 Can I ask you a question?
 Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?
 Get mad if you want, I won't front
 'Cause I got a new tape, and it's full of bumps
 So roll your raps over, they all out-dated
 Too short, baby, comin' straight X-rated
 Oakland funk is all on this tape
 You heard seven get ready for eight
 That's right bitch
 Short said eight of them
 Don't believe me
 Start countin' while I name them
 Don't stop rapping
 Girl, that's your life
 Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe
 Players' was the wickedest and that's the realer
 But I still came hard on coke-dealers
 Raw, Uncut & X-Rated', 'Born to Mack'
 Life is too short' is where I first went platinum
 Short Dog's In The House' came next
 And shorty The Pimp' makes seven, bitch
 And it don't stop to the beat, baby
 Get in where you fit in, bitch!
 That's right, album number eight
 Five nationwide, two gold, two platinums
 And you got to break me off something for this one, bitch
 Ant Banks on the motherfucking mixing board
 Pee-Wee on the keyboards
 Shorty B on the bass and lead guitar
 And I'm in the sound booth, bitch
 And we don't stop
 And you know that shit (Yeah)
 We up here at Dangerous Music Studio
 Just got through making Mhisani a funky ass album called
 "Gold in the Land Of Funk", his shit will out in a minute
 My boy Father time just hooked up with Dangerous Music
 On that funky, sloppy, hip-hop tip
 Ant Bank's sitting on something fat, if you already didn't know
 And if you ain't got Banks' tape, you need to get the motherfucker
 'Cause the shit is on hit, bitch
 Yea, straight from motherfucking East Oakland
 We got Rappin' Ron from 89th Avenue
 And his partner Ant Diddly Dog from '98
 And those motherfuckers gonna come out with the Bad Influence
 Tip straight from Oakland, bitch
 Then we gonna knock the patch out your ass
 On the fade tip with my nigga FM Blue from Tre Eight
 Davey D is his boy and they gonna tear shit up too
 Dangerous crew nigga, yeah
 And it don't stop
 Hey, Banks is we gonna get funky on this album or what?
 Yeah, you know that, but we ain't gotta brag on it
 That's right, and if these niggas think we some
 Fake ass, rap ass motherfuckers or something
 You best do you homework, nigga
 'Cause these niggas from Oakland
 Got a gang of motherfuckers ready to funk with you niggas
 If you want it like that, but you know
 It ain't even got be all that though, because ah
 We getting funky on this album
 This's some more rap shit
 And I'm telling these bitches to get in where they fit in
 And that goes for you niggas too
 Get in where you fit in
 Before somebody check your motherfucking ass
 'Cause we ain't giving no bitches no kind of slack
 And you know why?
 'Cause I'm a player