[Intro]
Say, ho...
Yeah, you...
Can I ask you a question?
Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?

[Verse 1]
Get mad if you want, I won't front
'Cause I got a new tape and it's full of bump
So roll you raps over they're all out-dated
Too $hort, baby, comin' straight X-rated
Oakland funk is all on this tape
You heard seven get ready for eight
That's right, bitch
$hort said eight of 'em
Don't believe me?
Start countin' while I name them
"Don't Stop Rappin'"
Girl, that's your life
Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe
"Players" was the weakest
And that's the realler
But I still came hard on coke-dealers
"Raw, Uncut and X-Rated", "Born to Mack"
"Life Is...Too $hort" is when I first went platinum
"$hort Dog's in the House" came next
And "$horty the Pimp" makes seven, bitch...
[Verse 2]
And it don't stop to the beat, baby...
Get in where you fit in, bitch!
That's right, album number eight
Five nation wide, 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)

[Verse 3]
We up here at Dangerous Music Studios
Just got through making Mhisani a funky-ass album called
"Goldy 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 Diddley Dog from 9-8
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 n***a FM Blue from Tre Eight
Davey D is his boy and they gonna tear shit up too
Dangerous Crew n***a, yeah
And it don't stop
[Outro]
Short: Hey, Banks. Is we gonna get funky on this album or what?
Ant Banks: Yeah, you know that, but we ain't gotta brag on it

That's right and if these n***as think we some
Fake ass, rap ass motherfuckers or something
You best do you homework, n***a
`Cause these n***as from Oakland
Got a gang of motherfuckers ready to funk with you n***as
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 n***as 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