Brings back memories,a video was made ov about I'd say around 500 ov is,they paid us to dance around next to this docked ship,from sun down to sun up,nonstop....it was pretty fun,I never seen it,but I was told that you might be able to see the girl hay I was with,stage dive off the cardboard stage they had..meanwhile,rob was bouncing of the side of the ship,attached to a rope...good times,good times...BIG SHOUTS TO ALL THAT WERE THERE...
Nigga I got plenty of dat whack fanny, Now, hated by many, Im from where fools lose Cus dumb moves, Waited ta shoot my semi- Automatic, I love when frantic fools panic, Leave ya ass skizophenic, Like bitches on diamonds Nah, I aint dem mayn So they cant have it, They got the habit For my dick until i landed it n fucked em in the ass like rabbits, Nigga My moves insane, Aint it?
Nigga I got plenty of dat whack fanny, Now, hated by many, Im from where fools lose Cus dumb moves, Waited ta shoot my semi- Automatic, I love when frantic fools panic, Leave ya ass skizophenic, Like bitches on diamonds Nah, I aint dem mayn So they cant have it, They got the habit For my dick until i landed it n fucked em in the ass like rabbits, Nigga My moves insane, Aint it?
Roughed up Nigga caught up Sup yall Fuck mug love Mean mug 380 slugs by ya dominion Trust no no-no Nah, bitch was cheap Bitch was deep, In a bliss, Bitch is just straight whack, Still hopin uts not to late Im back ta wreck, bad-as stash Just like Master class Cus bitch just asked Just like dike gettin fight Got 5 on it, like terror night Couldnt reply, wouldnt say hi Now the whole cree drooled by the bad guy Im back to rise Cus i despise Bitches thats trife, Fuck ya wife She aint nice, fucks slow She cold as ice Cold as snow, i just show You might roll, Been warned bout that cold crush Burn the kush, soon as i pushed You ambushed What hoe to trust? What dumb fool to rush? What to crumb to eat? Bitch on the cab, had cabities She a whore, In a nutshell When i nut, pretty much i clutch Worst than any mutt, i just dispatch Got me a war badge, Now i rash, bout good ass, Straight nice rock, when i plot On ya Spot, gimme high You outta line, I hate mcs on Spotify Hype dies, ya sis cries Ya ass turntables Place not safe, Ya styles too unstable Crawl by the craddle Come find ya grave Funds is done You came along, Just got some Private fly Cus you just tried Now you must die Im certified, by the nig He swift He blunted on the corner Like no other bitch Bitches goners Their man aint that rich Cus lifes a bitch You could sneak Fuck ya sneakers That stuff is fo dumb niggas Had enough Of underground, Ya moms dropped around To the ground, You slide vacation Missed information You pissed like a whole nation Im bombin back Ya attack was whack Ya bitch pussy jetted Not too wet, drink some Moet I must reflect the wreck cus they expect But you dead, as i impact with bullet effect, i wound exact, you'se dumped, Now you straight reject, Ya ass gets hell, Fags fuck it aswell, I'll be doin well, by the shells Fuck ya dad He is granted to go fuck himself n ya momma Hates drama, Got some asscrack trashed, She bad ass, she eats from trashbags Shes straight depressed I peed on them dump bags I just exceled, My w.c smells, like my ass Its like a common bond, I bomb, you doomed Im done when you rest in piss Now suck my dick, you bitch
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - GantonMostWanted - Whoa - Robert Ross Black Rob [Produced By Anthony Best BuckWild] [Year: 2000] [Album: Life Story] [Official Music Video]
Ill street blues yo being gangster got’s its perks/ but you still end up hurt/whether behind bars or in a hearse/ either way it don’t work/should of chose work instead you want honeys with the short skirts/ trying flirt/ you selling everything including perks/ you robbing people and people getting merked/ standing there with a smerk/ as the police put on a search/ trying to be successful see who get there first/ but shit getting worse/ some old lady died and they snatched her purse / i get angry and say a curse/ drinking and and talking with a slur/ and cant concentrate because im talking to her/ Road to thevriches I went through hell just to excel/ and get a job working on the rails/ so I have good stories for my grandkids to tell/ but there' so much blood I can smell I know this world ain't well/ when they thinking about stopping the mail/ and governor's killing prisoners in jail/and if you blind all they give you is a dog cane and brail
The top of his head was showin - the black hefty bag was open - We supposed to be dragging him to the ocean - We had to move him again Dogs dug up his hole, king - Partner wire clipped his index for the gold ring - But the stones could only be moved in WyoMinG - Mouth started foaming - The back of his eyes were rolled in - When Harry met Sally Him & his fiance just got married - The back of his head looked like little Gary - The long distance Richard was carried - Johnny stabbed a Sosc's Somebody call Dally - but instead someone radio'd in Sergeant Detective O'Mally - found him dead behind the bowling alley - Another Hallmark card from the valley - Tore our clothes off & lit them on fire : Meet me at the switch Then we got into my car : Pulled off in a blue Buick Skylark : Skidded off quik & left a rare tire mark: CSI traced it back to Dyre park : Nobody cares - They find dead boys in their underwears - Under picnic tables : Kids under the stairs - with kitchen knives jammed in their navels : Trust me, Your stomach won't be able : to swallow the violence Body's rise like flowers in April: Deaf in both ears from a gun burst - Red blood shirts - Hit in the ribs My lungs hurt - Money was flying, blowing in the wind : Snow covered the windshield I couldn't see if it was him : Vehicular homicide - Cruise control was on glide - I ran right into him as if , I picked him up for a joy ride -😏 Ran him the fuck over like Moesha Brandy - Put him in the hatchback so police man can't see - RadioShack scanners - Bluetooth surveillance cameras - One time throw away hammers - Nothing could ever stop the violence : Not even the west coastes We all in the same gangs guidance : Not even Krs 1's philosophy on conscious science : Not even Farrakhans peace treaty with vice Lords 5 & crips - Here comes the monster.
These days it takes one 8th Just to make a splif Only needed one hoe That’ll make me rich Need a bitch built for more then just taking dick See I got money on my mind Help me chase it bitch I’m on go it’s my time There no replacing this Thinking this gta and you’ll wasted quick U gotta shoot for the stars Like u hate to miss A horror my heart gloomy Jesus walks and demons lie So I wonder who talk to me Look Listen U know da gang fuck wit me Moving auh buck sixty On these flows im so shifty This is my city I keep busy so gotta get wit me Catch him lacking fuck a gun. He’s done jab him swiftly
