"I got key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
louie nap sack where I holdin all da work at
loaded fo fo on the low where da cheese at
fresh out the jet to the jects where da G's at"
I have three kilograms [of cocaine], when I approach women, they reciprocate
A special bag of some sort where I keep my cocaine
A loaded .44 hidden where I keep my money
I leave the jet aeroplane to the something where my friends are.
I have three kilograms [of cocaine], when I approach women, they reciprocate
A special bag of some sort where I keep my cocaine
A loaded .44 hidden where I keep my money
I leave the jet aeroplane to the something where my friends are.
jects would be projects
I have three kilograms [of cocaine], when I approach women, they reciprocate
A special bag of some sort where I keep my cocaine
A loaded .44 hidden where I keep my money
I leave the jet aeroplane to the something where my friends are.
This would makes a better song.
aam tha best mayn. aah deed eet.
A louie nap sack is, as I suspected, a Louis Vutton bag.
jects would be projects
That is true, my African Amerian.
Hey how you doin lil mama? lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft
Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft
Naw I'm jus playin' unless you say I can
And im known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth dont get fed
So I don't mind asking for head
You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head
You like to f**k, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin ass cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'
You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait til you see my dick
Hey how you doin lil mama? lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft
Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft
Naw I'm jus playin' unless you say I can
And im known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth dont get fed
So I don't mind asking for head
You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head
You like to f**k, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin ass cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'
You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait til you see my dick
>Excuse me, miss. Might I have a word with you?
>I believe you'll be amused by what I have to say.
>You're in excellent shape and your buttocks look as if they'd be pleasing to the touch.
>Would it offend or inconvenience you if I verified that hypothesis?
>Hah! What a jokester I am (unless you're OK with me touching your butt; I totally will if you are)
>You may be aware of my reputation as something of a cad.
>Furthermore, it's true that clear communication is the most likely path to attaining one's desires when said wants depend on the involvement of others.
>This is why I tend to be rather forward sexually.
>With that in mind, I believe we should adjourn to my bedchamber,
>where you can begin to perform fellatio on me.
>It's clear you enjoy sex quite a lot, as you're spreading your legs in anticipation of coitus and are even suggesting we couple in a manner that is contra naturam.
>During intercourse I'll likely spank you some as I've noticed that women find sensations in contradiction rather arousing.
>Our time spent in lovemaking will involve multiple positions so as to make the experience more pleasurable while simultaneously minimizing any later development of aches and stiffness.
>I believe sex with me will be better than any you've had previously.
>Allow me to reiterate the above point. I am quite the c**ksman.
>Complimenting my skill as a lover, I am rather well endowed. You will enjoy the sight of my exceptionally large penis.
Hey how you doin lil mama? lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft
Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft
Naw I'm jus playin' unless you say I can
And im known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth dont get fed
So I don't mind asking for head
You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head
You like to f**k, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin ass cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'
You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait til you see my dick
Do you really need that translated? It's plain English.
I'm holdin' wood wheel in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
Piece and chain shinin' in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
TV screens rain in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
I'm gettin' brain from yo' dame in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
I'm holdin' wood wheel in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
My candy paint leavin' stains in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
Them cats a muggin' better chill in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
I got my hand on the steel in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
I got that candy paint drippin', dabbers spinnin', in the turnin' lane
Diamonds shinin', fifth wheel reclinin', in the turnin' lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl, in the turnin' lane
You know me, I ain't trippin' 'bout the laws, in the turnin' lane
Me and Mellow pull up real slow, to the turnin' lane
Whip lookin' like it's in a car show, in the turnin' lane
My neck wrist and fist filled with snow, in the turnin' lane
Call me conceited, 'cause I jam my own clothes, in the turnin' lane
How about lyrics from a rap song that DOESN'T suck.
Like No Endz No Skinz
I'm holdin' wood wheel in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
Piece and chain shinin' in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
TV screens rain in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
I'm gettin' brain from yo' dame in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
I'm holdin' wood wheel in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
My candy paint leavin' stains in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
Them cats a muggin' better chill in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
I got my hand on the steel in the turnin' lane, in the turnin' lane
I got that candy paint drippin', dabbers spinnin', in the turnin' lane
Diamonds shinin', fifth wheel reclinin', in the turnin' lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl, in the turnin' lane
You know me, I ain't trippin' 'bout the laws, in the turnin' lane
Me and Mellow pull up real slow, to the turnin' lane
Whip lookin' like it's in a car show, in the turnin' lane
My neck wrist and fist filled with snow, in the turnin' lane
Call me conceited, 'cause I jam my own clothes, in the turnin' lane
>I'm holding my steering wheel in the turning lane, in the turning lane
>Piece and chain shining in the turning lane, in the turning lane
>TV screens rain in the turning lane, in the turning lane
>I'm getting brain from your head in the turning lane, in the turning lane
>I'm holding my steering wheel in the turning lane, in the turning lane
>My car paint leaving stains in the turnin' lane, in the turning lane
>Them cats a mugging better chill in the turning lane, in the turnin' lane
>I got my hand on the steel in the turnin' lane, in the turning lane
>Me and Mellow pull up very slow, to the turning lane
>Whip looking like it's in a car show, in the turning lane
>My neck wrist and fist filled with snow, in the turning lane
>Call me conceited, because I jam my own clothes, in the turning lane
f'ing magnets...
how do they work?
Bonus points if you can translate it into English again AND it rhymes.
Bonus points if you can translate it into English again AND it rhymes.
Somebody needs to post one, so I can try this.
This sounds f**king awesome.
damn slowed up
i got too much lean in my cup
damn slowed up
i got too much lean in my cup
>Oh dear, an inconvenience
>There is an abundance of meat in my cup
I can see how that would be inconvenient.
I got it goin on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARCs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5-0
Csudr when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo'-fo'
And biters can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
f**k what you heard I'm from Africa
>Oh dear, an inconvenience
>There is an abundance of meat in my cup
I can see how that would be inconvenient.
wrong
the correct translation is
>damn intoxicated
>too much codeine-promethazine mixed with sprite in my cup
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
I got it goin on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARCs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5-0
Csudr when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo'-fo'
And biters can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out
>I am a fellow of significant interest, moreso than even this piece of music of my creation
>Every afternoon, I listen to music
>At night, I am a ruthless individual in my social relations
>Let Marcus Garvey know that I partook of only a small portion of the marijuana
>Because I am honest in issues relating to marijuana
>I assert my dominance over others well and often
>When I tire I allow Andre to continue
>At John Jay I find women to court and accompany to a picture show
>From 5pm to midnight I engage in sexual intercourse with the woman/women
>I will accept my time of death humbly, as it is God's will
>Inferior individuals cannot dispute me
>They are worth of damnation similar to that of a policeman who shot an individual by the name of Garcia
>I do not wish to have children, they are too costly to care for
>Because I need an ample sum of currency with which to purchase marijuana
>Allow me to express my fondness for the city of Manhattan on the island of Staten
>As well as for Brooklyn and Queens, these are fine locations
>That will be an adequate amount of touting the virtues of these various locations
>I will now depart, farewell.
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
>When my THC intoxication subsides I then turn to large posteriors as my next object of interest
>I have marijuana and I am about to rob a fellow of his valuables
>When the marijuana goes into effect I feel like a new man
>Be wary of those who might do me harm, ignite cannabis and inhale the vapors, load the weaponry and proceed to kill an individual.
>At midnight me and my fellow african americans walk about town
>Doctor, Juvenile, Brother Lynch, Large Dan are their monickers
>We are about to drive our luxury automobile, you ought to have a look at it
>Deactivate the safety function on your firearm and proceed to make use of it
>When dreams of wealth preoccupy my thoughts
>I cannot be stopped, for I have made an agreement with Lucifer
This thread. more lyrics please
Due to the fact that I do not frequently engage in the listening of "Rap Music", I cannot provide Anonymous with any material.
This thread. more lyrics please
i started this nine hours ago and am glad to see it still going.
i'll go hunting for some good lyrics right now, brb
I was born up in Bankhead (Young Dro)
ya'll remember me
Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street for me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas havin' beef with me
Half never seen a G, in the cap and my beemer V
10 screens folded, in my Chevy watchin' "Lean On Me"
Ridin' down Simpson bout to waste my Purple lean on me
Purple in the clean on me, the hoes on premolean
Waffle house charges the color black, I got a bee on me
>8419433
I was born in the area of Bankhead.
I am certain that you remember my imposing countenance.
In 1983, T.I. had intentions to find and harm me.
For the sole reason that I originate in Bankhead other African Americans take offense with me.
Half of them have never seen a True African American dressed in as fine garments as mine.
(untranslatable), I watch "Lean On Me" in my Chevy.
I ride down Simpson Street, intending to smoke my marijuana.
The authorities are unable to detect my illicit marijuana use, women's genitals moisten in anticipation of my arrival.
The Waffle House charges more of African Americans, I say, oh dear, there appears to be a bee in pursuit of me, I pray that I am not stung.
>8419433
I was born in the area of Bankhead.
I am certain that you remember my imposing countenance.
In 1983, T.I. had intentions to find and harm me.
For the sole reason that I originate in Bankhead other African Americans take offense with me.
Half of them have never seen a True African American dressed in as fine garments as mine.
(untranslatable), I watch "Lean On Me" in my Chevy.
I ride down Simpson Street, intending to smoke my marijuana.
The authorities are unable to detect my illicit marijuana use, women's genitals moisten in anticipation of my arrival.
The Waffle House charges more of African Americans, I say, oh dear, there appears to be a bee in pursuit of me, I pray that I am not stung.
>(untranslatable), I watch "Lean On Me" in my Chevy.
I enjoy the movie "Lean On Me" on the foldaway ten inch displays in my Chevrolet.
Now homie I say I run it (run it) cause I'm in control
Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron
I have you feeling aight, I get you high as a kite
Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight
I ain't shoulder leaning, I ain't snapping and popping
Either I'm bobbin ma head or I'm just standing their watching
I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid
And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade
Nigga you front you gone get it, OK now maybe I said it
Cause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that sh*tty
You should see when I'm stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting
Push the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I'm holding
I'm just doing ma thang, you know the Units the game
I got my grimy Shady with me you front you gonna have to get me off your ass
I pay the lawsuit and laugh
It's not a big deal it's nothing but some cash
ITT: Post garbage rap lyrics and not good lyrics with understandable english phrases.
Now homie I say I run it (run it) cause I'm in control
Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron
I have you feeling aight, I get you high as a kite
Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight
I ain't shoulder leaning, I ain't snapping and popping
Either I'm bobbin ma head or I'm just standing their watching
I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid
And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade
Nigga you front you gone get it, OK now maybe I said it
Cause I want you to triddy, yeah I be on that sh*tty
You should see when I'm stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting
Push the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I'm holding
I'm just doing ma thang, you know the Units the game
I got my grimy Shady with me you front you gonna have to get me off your ass
I pay the lawsuit and laugh
It's not a big deal it's nothing but some cash
>Other African-Americans declare that I am in control of the situation. You can infer from this that I am the Alpha-Negro, which would be a truthful supposition.
>I partake in drugs and alcohol on a frequent basis.
>If you accompany me you too will partake of these substances and reach a state of intoxication which will be quite pleasant.
>A woman has expressed interest in accompanying me tonight.
>I do not engage in any half-hearted dance maneuvers.
>I fully commit to what I decide to do, weather it be nothing at all or making motions with my head.
>I manage several prostitutes which provide me with currency.
>I guard my self accordingly, since I have a large amount of wealth which many others are desirous of.
>If you approach me with unwholesome intentions you will likely be harmed.
>cannot translate
>My genitals are enormous.
>You cannot read my intentions when I am in action.
>I'm simply doing what I do, you are aware of this.
>If you start a dispute with me you will have a difficult time due to the fact that I will hound you incessantly.
>I will likely sue you, and I will be amused by your misfortune.
>But it is only currency, you ought not to be worried.
Nas halftime is good. Everything else in this thread - sh*t.
Take your chart rap elsewhere.
Nas halftime is good. Everything else in this thread - sh*t.
Take your chart rap elsewhere.
>chart
>Bankhead
nigga wut?
>chart
>Bankhead
nigga wut?
LOL T.I. has never made an album even close to illmatic.
LOL T.I. has never made an album even close to illmatic.
yeah cause illmatic is so f**king underground nobody ever heard of it, right?
yeah cause illmatic is so f**king underground nobody ever heard of it, right?
You've missed the point.
You're probably the type listening to lil wayne right now.
yeah cause illmatic is so f**king underground nobody ever heard of it, right?
Who gives a f**k that everyone's heard of it? It's f**king illmatic and it's amazing.
You've missed the point.
You're probably the type listening to lil wayne right now.
a nelly cd from 2004, but i suppose to you anything newer than illmatic is undignified
a nelly cd from 2004, but i suppose to you anything newer than illmatic is undignified
Nelly ?
I don't think I need to say anything else.
a nelly cd from 2004, but i suppose to you anything newer than illmatic is undignified
There's been lots of good hip hop albums since illmatic.
Nelly is not hip hop.
true, there's rules to this sh*t, fools dare care
everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear
yeah yeah tell em tell it on the mountain hill
runnin up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin still
informer, keep it up and get tested
pop through the bubble vest or double breasted
he keep a lab down south in the little beast
so much heat you woulda thought it was the Middle East
a little grease always keeps the wheels a spinnin
like sittin on twenty threes to get the squealers grinnin
hittin on many trees, feel real linen
spittin on enemies, get the steel for tin men
where no brains but gum flap
he said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap
[pat!] son shut your trap, save it for the bitches
mmm...delicious, rap snitch knishes
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