Originally Posted by cquan05
Was just playing thisOriginally Posted by vezon
"yellow diamonds in my ear call em lemon heads"
Lemonhead end up dead ice like Winnipeg, Gemstones Flinstones you can say I'm friends with Fred
Y'all +@#%## is feeble born, feinds I keep the heaters onYou get the easle drawn, gettin' ya legal onChico, glock cocked, pop goes the weasel's goneDesert on my waist I get my eagle onPadico, e-hola, lethal lethal, ya peoples onDonde viva, La vida loca, pop up like nezels on 'emTriple x sex, yes that Vin Diesel form
Originally Posted by Mw2889
Yo sell you crack for a dub, it's a package of love (it's all love)
The car is far i'm at the bar, got my gat in the club
And my ratchet is snub, just for you acting a thug
You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my gloves (shshh)
Yet we wylin' again (again) cops y'all dialin' em' in (what?)
Guns matching my jeans (whats that?) !!*% i'm just stylin' my friend
I better get squashed (why?)
When that cheddy is ready a medly and deadly all sorts that are petty and steady already get heavy and harsh
And and, I got them mamies screaming "dammit man"
Really dammit Cam, hand to hand to a Phantom tan (gotdamn)
The pan pan man, no man on land could jam with me (nope)
Damn fam a Jamboree, posse, danni's, and family (where we at?)
In front of the corner store, under the canopy
chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a a can of pee (here drink this)
Thats the pineapple soda, (whats this) this a pineapple Rover (what happened)
Don't sit on the hood, time after time I don't told ya'
Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the Heat
I'll post more l8er.
See the drug game was always the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought
On the transport kept it inside the Jansport
keep going
A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame
%!$@ was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim
You know the mayor $@@*#, a fight crime approach
Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach
A little indo
That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos
It's easier to pimp !%##, nowadays they simp %#%
It don't take much to make her
Just take her to a place where It's nice
Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur
Cause girls I control them classy
Old and sassy
Old and nasty
I ain't gonna front that $@@*# Gold he gassed me
He had us all gassed son!
But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy
Just a while ago I was rollin badly
We was on the low wit Aggie
But now what have we
Range Ro' and Navy life size
My girl yo she slices pies
A benz is what my wife drives
You know Qeet' $@@*#
Executive thug
But she respects me and loves
Don't let your head meet her slug
Until she sprayed out and layed out
Ineffections of blood
A lil' thick chick that'll click quick
Do anything for the %%*! %%*!
You know what else that puzzles me?
I find this %!$@ a riddle
How come when you got a lot?
People say you got a little
Like they say you act a little funny
Cause you got a litte money
And you did a little song and
Made a little money
Oh, you know my favorite
Oh, you think you a little star
Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car
I prove they all are liars
Saying that they got a fire
Hang em up on a barber wire
Yo, you think you got attire
To the point like Stoudamire
Yeah I'm a harsh $@@*#
That drink hard liquor
A six benz car getter
You know Digga
He ain't rich
He's a star figure
Platinum deep
Hangs with Jews
Chills up at their barmitzfah's
He loves the hooligans
Now we eat at houlihans's
Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre
We told them %**$$# Who the Man
Pulled the toast out on these %**$$# one time
And even Cuda ran
You know that I'm a skitzo
Who listens to calypso
But I'm quick though
And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo
Ask my Queens !%!*+% how I get dough kiko
Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I beat up %!$@
And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick
Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise, and no +!$@% I ain't high!
I've been hotter
Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas
You win nada
Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm glad you sat down
I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I heard that $@@*# clap towns
But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that
I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time
$@@*# I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it #!!@+$
Ruga!!
