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Am I The Only One Who listen's To Rap?
Or Are you All a bunch of white boys?
I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow Witches claims why I'm worth my weight in gold While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O Word in the streets that can envy is me Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep Magnified face help the bitch see clearly 9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely I'm know for the flip of that coke I ener I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Bimma Man, hit 'em with the Nina man Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa) I'm the reason that your block is vacant I'll hit ya just to make a statement Bitch! who aint rich Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this |
rap sucks...
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Rap is still a great artform when it isn't being whored and commercialized but a bunch of Hoodrats looking to make a quick million. |
sorry, let me re phrase that, most rap sucks, sorry for the confusion..... happy:
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I'm entitled to my opinion by the way, so lets just leave it at that...
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ok... i dont not listen to rap.... because i think its bad.... happy?
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[quote:8536e]Rap is still a great artform when it isn't being whored and commercialized but a bunch of Hoodrats looking to make a quick million.[/quote:8536e]
I WANT MY QUICK MILLION! cry: Oh shit, I better not SPAM like this; Joe might get angry at me! |
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cry: Oh shit, I better not SPAM like this; Joe might get angry at me![/quote:85952] you gotta kick ryhmes and be smart to do that Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Steeped out the swamp With ten and a half gators All around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me I live loud just like Timmy Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not from tumors Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core Core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton |
Ludacris has a nice part in that song... especially the last part:
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core Core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton Nice... |
We're all a bunch of white boys. We're all in the KKK, we're all krackers. Get out of hear chocolate boy. Just kidding, but rock and roll is so much better, they actually play their own music. Rap, I just don't like that much.
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