Playa, whatcha talk' 'bout, that rhyme was whack.
Try that shyt in the hood, it'll earn you a cap. Brothas like me, we don't play like that. We grew up livin' it dawg, we live and breath our rap. When I was just a kid, my dad would gimme the cane. Tell me "Smarten up boy, start usin' yer brain". My momma, takin' care of four kids, she started goin' insane. Reminds me of Cypress Hill, she went Insane in the Membrane. In my teenage years, I didn't have no car. But f'get it, didn't need one, never had to walk far. Back home, the corner store was by the guy with the guitar. Playin' for money, thinkin' he was a star. Now I'm older, got two kids, and wife, Big house, new car, movin' on wit' life. Tuck 'em kids in, and kiss 'em goodnight. Took me all these years to realize I was white. ... respec'! I call it the "Middle Class Suburbanite Identity Crisis". I like hip-hop in smaller doses, gangsta rap can lick my sack though. |
What the Hell
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Originally Posted by TorqueDog
Playa, whatcha talk' 'bout, that rhyme was whack.
Try that shyt in the hood, it'll earn you a cap. Brothas like me, we don't play like that. We grew up livin' it dawg, we live and breath our rap. When I was just a kid, my dad would gimme the cane. Tell me "Smarten up boy, start usin' yer brain". My momma, takin' care of four kids, she started goin' insane. Reminds me of Cypress Hill, she went Insane in the Membrane. In my teenage years, I didn't have no car. But f'get it, didn't need one, never had to walk far. Back home, the corner store was by the guy with the guitar. Playin' for money, thinkin' he was a star. Now I'm older, got two kids, and wife, Big house, new car, movin' on wit' life. Tuck 'em kids in, and kiss 'em goodnight. Took me all these years to realize I was white. ... respec'! I call it the "Middle Class Suburbanite Identity Crisis". I like hip-hop in smaller doses, gangsta rap can lick my sack though. |
Originally Posted by TorqueDog
Playa, whatcha talk' 'bout, that rhyme was whack.
Try that shyt in the hood, it'll earn you a cap. Brothas like me, we don't play like that. We grew up livin' it dawg, we live and breath our rap. When I was just a kid, my dad would gimme the cane. Tell me "Smarten up boy, start usin' yer brain". My momma, takin' care of four kids, she started goin' insane. Reminds me of Cypress Hill, she went Insane in the Membrane. In my teenage years, I didn't have no car. But f'get it, didn't need one, never had to walk far. Back home, the corner store was by the guy with the guitar. Playin' for money, thinkin' he was a star. Now I'm older, got two kids, and wife, Big house, new car, movin' on wit' life. Tuck 'em kids in, and kiss 'em goodnight. Took me all these years to realize I was white. ... respec'! I call it the "Middle Class Suburbanite Identity Crisis". I like hip-hop in smaller doses, gangsta rap can lick my sack though. |
HaHaHa BALLLLIN!
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Wiggity-wiggity.
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And I thought k-fed lyrics were whack!
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k-fed has lyrics?... i thought he was just brittneys faggot background dancer
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Originally Posted by Amurican_Muscle
k-fed has lyrics?... i thought he was just brittneys faggot background dancer
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Im so out of the loop. hahah. well, looks like he didnt do so good. i do remember a superbowl commercial with him flippin burgers watching an old music video or something. :p
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yeah he was cool......for a day
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No I don't think he was ever cool...just lucky for like a week lol.
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yeah that works too lucky describes it much better
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Lol...K-fed just wishes he was cool like Chuck Norris.
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no he wishes he could be as cool as chuck norris's arm, cause he knows there is no way he can be as cool as the whole chuck norris
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