Parlayin'

parlayin’

Ant Banks,Goldy

Now, let me take you

Way back to yester-year

'Cause it's best to hear:

Goldy and Banks was tore up

But now we guest-appear

With my homie T-double

Now we trouble

And down with $hort

Always wanted to fold

A Benz and a 'lex to sport

But on the way to the top

They threw a wrench in the game

'Cause niggas snitching my name

And punk bitches be lame

So I bags up

Pins my ears to the street

And finds out niggas and hoes

Don't want Banks having

Nothing to eat

Sh1t

I feel ya Banks:

When they smile in ya face and shake your hand

And wonder when they see ya

Why you ain't' saying, "what's up man?"

Cause I be like strikin'

Trying to get where I gotta be

Goldy got love

Why a busta want to be hot at me?

Buster-A$$'n brown-nosing Douglas

You say you hate it

But you really love it

When I spits it to the public

I rides through the East Side

Thumpin young tee-ramps

Cause we champs

Watch the cars sway

As we parlay

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I can't take the heat

So I'm stepping out the kitchen

'Cause these n1gga keep snitchin'

And these hoes keep b1tchin'

Like crabs in a bucket

Trying to hold me back

But I told you that

Ain't no stopping

'Til I'm rolling phat

I think it's too late

'Cause they're all in my koolaide

Talking about if you paid

Who you faded

You running up smiling:

Acting new-made

You want the truth?

I'll tell you "What's up, Doc"

I don't cuts up rock

I bust nuts up cock

B1tch!

The Oak Town is burned up

I'm tired of

Watching the next body turn up

Fools is broke and trying to earn up

But now it's real that I'm the one

That jackers looking towards

'Cause I get paid

For the beat, bass, raps and the chords

So now they want put a hole in me

And beat me down

They didn't give a fxck when I was hurting

Get me now!

I'll be damned if I lose my ghetto pass

Fxck driving through the Town

With the pedal smashed

I ride in the north

And the west side

But live in the middle-east

I makes mail

Takes hoes to hotels

For a little peace

I like to kick it, I'm a kid at heart

Where did it start

Where you can't ride and side

Without being called a "mark"?

So why can't I ride my old-school

With the silver beam and the shift-kit?

So me and him can get lit?

I wanna be at a light and ask a fool

"you wanted one?"

When the light turns green

I hit first, second, third and gun 'em

I like to hit the intersection doing doe-nuts

'Til my tires go out-- hittin' corners

But fxck an old-school

Why can't I drive a Lexus or a Mercedes?

Hoes wouldn't jock if they were ladies

You're putting too much on the life of luxury

Now I gotta go under like the thugs and Gs

Why can't we kick it our way

With jewels, houses, cars, broads, homies

And Parlay?

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This is nineteen nine four

Because I got none for

One hoe

And partner what you

Want to show yo

Gun fo?

I gots to vest-up

And ride with a thang

'Cause if they catch me in the crossfire

Fools is catching blood stains

You think you got a stripe

For knocking one of my old broads

Laying up pillow-talking about me?

I gotta phone call

Heard you started player-hating the Dangerous Crew:

Said we ain't shit, we all broke

And the thangs you knew

Take something off, fool!

You acting like we G'd yo momma

You don't know me. Get to know me

Don't proceed with drama

B1tches be talking like parrots

14 karats of Goldy

You never saw me

You never know me

'Cause you only blow me

Put your head in my lap

I got you dead in my trap

'Cause you ain't feeling what I'm feelin'

And what I said in my rap

I want to saddle up

And get behind that ass you got

Say "Good Day" and blast off

Like an astronaut

And let you gossip

While I sip

Hendu, Cahlua and Bailey's Cream

And wonder why you say these things

Gary Payton got jacked for his 'lex, man

He earned that. Let him sport it like the next man

They didn't want to see us come from rags to riches

They got jealous and turned straight fags and snitches

We got love for the Town that we came from

Got our game from

But we can't beat the same drum

So if you don't see us riding like we used to ride

Don't trip because we ain't local-- now we nationwide

We just want to live a player lifestyle

With new hoes, a new houses

Fxck a wife now

We still kicks it in the town the hard way

But in Atlanta, G.A

We likes to parlay