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Mainstream rap nowadays is just another moneymaking machine, and it shows it has dumbed down so much I am not waiting for another stupid wannabe shaking his crotch, wearing his cap sideways like a doofus and objectifying women. They were politically viable their message was there at the right time. I am more of an oldskooler, and have kept up with my De La Soul's, Q-tip's and Beastie's, as these acts seem to be able to grow older gracefully.Įven though PE was really women unfriendly, I could buy into their anger and their political message. Even though I like some early Bad Boy stuff, I have to admit. I kinda bowed out when gangstarap became too silly and the blingbling entered the scene. I roll my eyes at Eminem, even though I like some of his raps, his message really does not connect with me. I havent been into rap really until after PE, so I am totally lost in today's rap scene. I'm not a Nas expert, but I know that this is probably him at his worse Long dick the bitch all night, I'll make her pussy sing the songĪM I thick and missing some pseudo-ghetto boasting? I pull out my python, I hit it while my wife's gone Like Nia Lomg in a cherry thong with the lights on Head from a project chick or one with crazy loot Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof I like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe Who like the way i thug and the way i flow When Flex drop the bomb I bust a nut on this bitchĭeep throat, ceaser gold or pun wicked hoes

When it comes to sex I'm similar to the Thriller in Manillaīeat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch Let them tities hang, I'll have all the bitches sayin' You got that good pussy I can share with my people Holla out the window it's the project nympho Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin'

Make her come four times without even tryin' Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin' like she dyin' Grind from the side and, fuck from behind and Little young thing go around my dick with your tongue ringĭeep throat my nine inch, gut from the front and That's how I'm playin' - I got these freak fuckin' hoes singin' Is the nigga gangsta? Yeah, that's how I'm livin' Me and my dog - fuckin them both they got us switchin' Long leg hoes, mo'head hoes, married bitches She sleep then my dick sleek and I aint gotta' call her for weeks I fuck a bitch face more than her waist for realĪnd ain't no pussy like new pussy that's how a nigga feelīust three times throw her the peace sign I got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail Or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin' tossedįuck a Hustler book, Penthouse or Blacktale He really really tried to hurt me hurt meįor real ma, with your thick lips and thick thighs

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He really taught me how to do it with my mouth He really really made me scream and shout He really really really fucked my coochie Dre Came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic That made me choke shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me not with a cherry on top ‘Cause when I bust my nut I'm raising up off the cot Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you, hoes, I'm out the door, and I'll be.I remember this one.I didn't care for it back then either.

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Later on that day, my homie Dr.

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(Ugh) Ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath (Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin' Aye, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit, like, every single day May I kick a little something for the G's And make a few ends as I breeze through? Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' ‘Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin' So what you wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (But what?) we don't love them hoes, yeah So we gon' smoke an ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this