Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Because you can dream of Michael Cole being NAKED~! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 I've never dreamt about Cole naked, but there's always a first time for everything... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 EW~! I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four Impala Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Those lyrics seem somehow familiar. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Because its a song Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 I know, but not a very good one otherwise I'd remember what it was. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 hmm Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol the life of a west side playa where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Of course, I know what that one is. Are you going to get your post count up by posting song lyrics? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 yep. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Good plan. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 I wish I was like six-foot-nine So I can get with Leoshi Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine You know I see her all the time Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams I can scheme a way to make her mine Cause I know she's livin phat Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball So how am I gonna compete with that 'Cause when it comes to playing basketball I'm always last to be picked And in some cases never picked at all So I just lean up on the wall Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls Who came to watch their men ball Dag y'all! I never understood, black Why the jocks get the fly girls And me I get the hood rats I tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobble Got hit with a bottle And I been in the hospital For talkin' that mess I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name Glad I came to my senses Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type I wish I had a brand-new car So far, I got this hatchback And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat And do you really wanna know what's really whack See I can't even get a date So, what do you think of that? I heard that prom night is a bomb night With the hood rats you can hold tight But really tho' I 'm a figaro When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday Well then I'ma have to get in my car and go You know I take the 110 until the 105 Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look alive Cause it's hard to survive when your livin' In a concrete jungle and These girls just keep passin' me by She looks fly, she looks fly Makes me say my, my, my I wish I was a little bit taller... I wish I was a baller... I wish I was a little bit taller y'all I wish I was a baller Hey, I wish I had my way 'Cause everyday would be a Friday You could even speed on the highway I would play ghetto games Name my kids ghetto names Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine Yo you know that's on the real So if you're down on your luck Then you should notice how I feel Cause if you don't want me around See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound Hey, you , what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh? Everybody wants to get down like dat Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 I couldn't really be bothered to read all that. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 This is my 100th post today! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up double shot Hennesey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big black truck Should I wild out, WHAT THE FUCK?! Act like my rims ain't clean How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen but they don't never really wanna pop them thangs Cane, cane sugar man Luda don't go and I stop at a light, pull off so slow but I'm out for the night, so pass that dro So, daddy come home in a Cadillac brome, cadillac brome Now don't it sound absurd Claim College Park where they flip them birds Trick car alarms, then bend them curves Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 It's illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, NIGGA WHAT?! Act like I don't make cloud, how you gonna act like I don't get loud? How you gonna act like I don't rock crowds? and leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt but, I guess what you really don't know don't hurt with a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word) Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good and come through flossin, they wish y'all would Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Would you mind posting the song titles and artists? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Worldwide hustlers get that dough work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a D eagle with an extra clip think it ain't so, SUCK A DICK! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just ain't strapped? How you gonna act like I don't push lacs? Black Eldorado, fifth wheel on BACK! Ichy finger trigger, man, Luda don't squeeze With a mac, with a glock I'ma make 'em say please In the back, on block so the cops they freeze And I'm so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed? Don't it smell so sweet? In DECATUR, where they pack that heat And ROB neighbors in the night creep, creep I'll see you LATER we'll be in them streets... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Incandenza Report post Posted August 18, 2002 That's Ludacris' "Saturday." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Where are you getting these from, Davy? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Hey look! It's that guy that thinks HHH is God! *Points and laughs.* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 www.lyricsstyle.com Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Hey look! It's that guy that thinks Cole is God! *Points and laughs.* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 There's nothing wrong with thinking Cole is God. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born filla, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood It's all good Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 1932! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Marshall Report post Posted August 18, 2002 There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads, human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just, beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket and baby I'm just, dyin to cock him He's ready for war, I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wet on the third; then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Ruthless Aggressor Report post Posted August 18, 2002 START GAME~! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest D'Lo White Report post Posted August 18, 2002 Hello! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
