I loved EVERYTHING that was coming out then.....so much great music (from all coasts).
And the Bay was killing sh*t on many levels. Rappin Ron (RIP) from Bad n Fluenz should have gotten national recognition for his dopeness (and And Diddley was right there with him going verse for verse). Ron could have been (read: was) one of the best to ever do it...
Rappin' Ron & Ant Diddley Dog - Dirty Work
Ant Diddley Dog:
"....I ain't got sh*t to lose, cause five-oh sweat me anyway
So I use my survival techniques in many ways
Sh*t if a ni*ga gotta hustle, why not cut some rocks?
And if ever a nig*a try to show some muscle, why not bust some shots?
Yeah, I got some sinister thoughts, in the back of my head
Ready to stack 'em up dead, I hate leaving the house without packing a blade
I got the heart of a killer in me
I've inhaled so much bomb smoke that I can fill a chimmeny
Man they should have never let me loose
Cause that crazy sh*t don't faze me, bi*ch, it just keeps me juiced
Crack selling, blackmailing and making presidents
And I ain't hesitant to burglarize your residence
Yeah it's that villain and I'm thinking of jacking tonight
Another killing cause my money ain't stacking too right
Down on my luck, I'm stuck cause my pockets is flat
Yeah I got my gat, so how the fu*k am I supposed to act?
I got one motherfu*king chance, buddy
And my intentions is to get my damn hands muddy
Her man's bloody cause I'm nutty when I start searching
Killing nig*as is my job and I'm hard working, fool
I'm up all night with an early rise
Waking up, twisting up motherfu*kers like some curly fries, yeah
I'm trying to ride drop-top Vettes slamming
Utilizing these bi*ches with credit cards that be check scamming
Yeah, it’s a mother*cking Eastside thang
So blaze up a fat sack and let your G ride swang
I'm in the game from the town and I'm stacking plenty
A gangsta-ass nig*a with that macking in me
So if a ni*ga try to run up, I'm a hurt him first
And let him know I'm a G at this Dirty Work...."
Rappin' Ron & Ant Diddley Dog - You Ain't Heard shyt Yet
Rappin Ron:
"...You ain't heard sh*t yet, cause I'm a motherfu*kin' vet
My style will break off and take off just like a jet
Set to grab the tec, and pop in some clips
And hit the corner in the mob, let off some shots while I dip
Bi*ch you'd better break, killing is in the take
First the 8 then the 9 so you'd better get it straight
Wait, nig*a stizzop, Ron's getting prizzops
And if you get disgusted you'll get busted in your chizzops
You can't fu*k with me, cause I'm a young G
Nig*a the O is the town, the 89 is the T
That's my turf since the birth, putting fools in a hearse
Yeah I love to bust raps, but I gotta bust caps first
Leaving punk motherfu*kers on they backs
Cause when I pull my straps, all them saps just collapse
And I watch them figgety fall, cause I'm a higgedy hog
Coming up out the kiggedy cut with my partner Ant Diddley Dog
I ain't scared, cause they unprepared
I said "flee" and the fled, I said "bleed" and they bled from the head
Now they dead, they caught too many slugs
But gimme the mic and I'm ripping and rapping and rocking
And dropping them lugs
So motherfu*kers love Rappin' Ron cause I'm perking up off that bomb
And I'm really not that high when I'm off that chocolate Thai
So let's go and get some dank and some drank and let's lounge
Don't try to creep, peep a nig*a from the town
That's down to blow up your whole fuc*ing block
Get on my nerve when I'm perved and get served like a knock
And then catch the shot from my glock when it busts
Yeah you probably be fu*king with them but nig*a but you never be fu*king
with us
So trust, that punk motherfu*kers get served
Talk sh*t when I'm lit and get kicked to the curb
And punk-ass nig*as get served quick
And your ass needs to chill cause you still ain't heard sh*t...."
for that west coast remix.