Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get’s the fuck out after you’re done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run…
truth
did cherri break up with you?
g-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!
psych!
notorious b.i.g.
mobb deep
oh yeah and old Bone Thugs!
w00t!
g-unit is gay, but thats still funny. i like older rap too. not too much stuff out right now is all that great. just my opinion.
no put in my old rap cd on the way home today
I got ki’s, comin from overseas
Cost a nigga two hundred G’s
I’m a street comando, Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss cause I’m more like a boss playa
Thug, branded to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin
Make me wanna start back bangin
So I’m caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I’m sippin on Re-mi
in front of black Lexus, Chevy’s on the roam
Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on
You can admire, but don’t look too long
I’m livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin
It’s hard to imagine – picture me rollin!
this > g unit
I c 
rap = :greddy:
from no matter when
shut up and go listen to your brooks and dunn
rap sucks, but country’s worse.
dont listen to that inbred shit either
And im out in 6 5’ hardtop impala lookin for that 187
there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mack 11
straight bumpa to bumpa 12 gage pump was that little X loccsta
givin up his set dumpin on niggas just like hes supposed ta
nigga this is real deal shit its not about crip or blood
it’s about pay back that family loves
so nigga now fuck yo whole click
like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my fuckin tapes
them baby rapes so nigga get out my fuckin face
If I was really bangin niggaz would know
cause I’d have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit
nigga fuckin wit my tek I’m from da garden blocc
No matter what nobody say I’m makin my money
and not lettin that bangin shit get in my way
Niggaz get mad they wanna see the lynch rippin
I’m wearing blue yeah but motherfucker I ain’t even trippin
but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz nigga catch these clips
:greddy2:
Kein schöner land
In dieser zeit
Wo ist mein heimat?
Panik auf strassen
Uberall nur rauch
Feuer und flammen
Wut in meiner bauch
Denn die sünde
Ist er magnetenstein
Der das eisen
Zieht ins land herein
Erinnerung an umsturz
Denk an wiederstand
Zerbrochen, verdammt
Verbannt ins heimatland
Goldenes zepter
Nur ein stock
In des königshand
Wer nichts wagt
Der darf nicht hoffen
Auf ein schöner land
Trommeln und pfeifen kriegerischer klang
Wandern und streifen
Die welt entlang
LOL I was listening to this on the way home last night, talk about OLD SKOOL…this was recorded before some of yall were born…
i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
now what you hear is not a test–i’m rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let’s rock, you dont stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along
and next on the mike is my man hank
come on, hank, sing that song
check it out, i’m the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
and the rest is f-l-y
ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix
and these reasons i’ll tell ya why
ya see i’m six foot one and i’m tons of fun
and i dress to a t
ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously
i got bodyguards, i got two big cars
that definitely aint the wack
i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac
so after school, i take a dip in the pool
which really is on the wall
i got a color tv so i can see
the knicks play basketball
hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards
more money than a sucker could ever spend
but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
not a dime til i made it again
ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)
ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin
drive off in a def oj
everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn
say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend
master gee, am I mellow
its on you so what you gonna do
well it’s on n on n on on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
i said i go by the unforgettable name
of the man they call the master gee
well, my name is known all over the world
by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
i’m goin down in history
as the baddest rapper there could ever be
now i’m feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows
the beat starts gettin into your toes
ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet
and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat
and the damn ya start doin the freak
i said damn, right outta your seat
then ya throw your hands high in the air
ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere
ya rockin to the beat without a care
with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair
now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang
but i rap to the beat just the same
i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes
all im here to do ladies is hypnotize
singin on n n on n on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
singin on n n on n on on n on
like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop
come alive yall gimme what ya got
i guess by now you can take a hunch
and find that i am the baby of the bunch
'but that’s okay i still keep in stride
cause all i’m here to do is just wiggle your behind
singin on n n on n on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
singin on n n on n on on n on
rock rock yall throw it on the floor
im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there
im gonna move you outta this atmosphere
cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind
ill put t-t-tickets in your behind
i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor
a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got
cause im guaranteed to make you rock
i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?
Lol
nothing you guy have listed is “old rap” 90’s isn’t old
ned to go back a little further…
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don’t care
I can’t take the smell, I can’t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie’s in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to loose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
…
Now we’re Anthrax and we take no shit
And we don’t care for writing hits
The sound you hear is what we like
I’ll steal your pop-tarts like I stole your…
Socks!
No man, what’s the matter with you?
I’ll get it the next time, I mean it…
Charlie, beat the beats, the beats you beat
The only thing harder’s the smell of my feet
So listen up cuz you might get dissed
Go drain the lizard or take a…
Chair!
Damn…watch the beat!
chorus:
I’m on your case, I’m in your face
Kick you and your father back in place
Step up sucker, understand
Don’t you know
I’m the man! I’m the man!
I’m so bad I should be in detention!
I’m the man!
Shut up!
We’ve got real def rhythms and fresh new jams
And ya think we got egos but we’re just hams
Scott plays stickball and likes to skate
Frank is never on time he’s always…
Sleeping!
Late!
They drink the drinks, the drinks they drank
I put my money in the bank
They cut their crack, they offer joints
We don’t do drugs, do you get our…
Meaning!
Point! Point! Watch the beat!
chorus
For a heavy metal band raps a different way
We like to different and not cliche
They say rap and metal can never mix
Well all of them can suck a
Sexual organ located in the lower abdominal area!
No man, it’s dick! Ow! Ow!
MASTER!
Fart the farts, the farts he farted
I pick my nose cuz I’m retarted
Like El Duce says smell my anal vapor
And wipe my butt with your…
Face!
Toilet paper! Yo, watch the beat!
chorus
So, as this rap is winding down
It’s plain to see we wear the crown
You know Anthrax is number one
But we don’t care, we just wanna have…
A festival!
Fun you stupid idiot!
Joey mailed the mail, the mail he mailed
We are the kings that all shout hell
We’re like a diamond that is forever
And will remain the hardest ever
i think that 10yr old music can still be considered ‘old’ right now. it might now be old compared to that shit, but still, early 90s rap is old nomatter how u look at it. rappers dont have high-top fades, huge chains and wear Cross-Colors (sp) anymore. its a different era.