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:shaggy:
geah.=mc eiht
biaattcchh=too short
the west coast dont scratch anymore :down:
the kool kieth and cut master kurt album-diesel truckers :bigok:
not a big rap fan
too short is the shit… i used to bump those CD’s way back when
tina tina the sperm cleana
Dre or Wu??/ Hard choice…I may have to go with Dre…even thought the Wu’s lyrics are so funny
I got five on it ~luniz :shaggy: >*
player give me some brew an I might just chill
but I’m the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I’m steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it
but it ain’t enuff on it
go get the S t. I d e s
never the less,
I’m hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it ‘cross the table like Ping Pong,
I’m gone,
beatin’ my chest like King Kong,
it’s on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain’t my homie to begin with,
it’s too many heads to be poppin’ at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin’ them vaccum lungs,
an if you let ‘em hit it for free,
you hellar “dum-dum-dum-dum”
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin’ all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like ‘where tha bomb at?’
give me two bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin’ pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie
Lyrics are beat like clock radio speakers
Beats are old like Mach One sneakers…Wu is some great shit!!!
Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane,
Smokin the five before it’s tweleve o’clock
Sippin on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin up my window, fittin to go to the land,
With a hand fulla brocoli,
When it comes to the sticky, I’m the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke THC ain’t no joke
I got five on everything, let’s get loaded and smoke
S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an croaaaakkkkk
I loved Dre + Snoop way back in the day, but Wu-Tang totally outclasses them. You know who I miss? Digital Underground.
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental’s based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I’m not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you’ve crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I’m the dark side of the Force
Of course it’s the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I’m sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I’m Swayze
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it’s real son, if it’s really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it’s really real
And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it’s like that)
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it’s a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it’s gonna get even worse word to God
It’s the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it’s the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you’re no contest
Son I’m the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I’m drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I’ve learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don’t need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo’
i used to think pac was a racist nigger till he said " although it seems heaven sent, we ain;t ready to see a black president" How true are those words!!!
Snoop’s delievery is unmatched in rap. He just got the smoothest flow to match dre’s melodic beats. Anyone can get out a thesaurus and rhyme but presention is what is “music to my ears” i like cube thou, he can be smooth like snoop, rhyme his ass off and just rip you apart like DMX. As far as vulgar comedic rap, no one and i mean no one can top them miami players…2 LIVE CREW. Listening to eat coast rap seems like too much work for me, too many words just becomes a jumbled mess. Jay-Z is too jerky for me like a lot of east coast styles. the west coast stuff just flows. Old spice 1, Dj quick(hardest diss song ever…dollarz & sentz), RBX, DOC, Daz, karupt, Goldie loc, badd azz, lil c stlye, snoop, cube, dre, eazy muthaphuckin E, MC ren the ruthless villan, mack 10 , WC. But fact remains if you want new shit, its all comming out of the south and midwest. the west hasn’t produced much since west side connections first album and 2001 from dre. Dre put all his efforts toward that ass eminem. He should be colabing with snoop more, after NWA dre is nothing if snoop never comes along and the same for snoop. like the line goes " compton and long beach together now you know you in trouble"
now i have to admit westside connection was my shit back in the day!
cross’em out and put a K if you aint down with south central LA!
i thought you were a big creedence fan??? :bowrofl: