| Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - Fuck Wit Dre Day (Uncensored) |
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"Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew
up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check
your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can
walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get
smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I
fuck wit you
[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company
surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)
[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya Timmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes
about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that
you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and
me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't
vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite
bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin
wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in
yo mouth, beeyatch
[Interlude: RBX]
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together
on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo
motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin
joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!
[Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be
touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked,
busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang
with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck
with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to
fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass
concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that
who-ride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you
in Miami
Then we gon creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in
the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox
hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check
yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself,
MOTHERFUCKER
Yeah nigga...
[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers
real quick like
Compton style nigga,
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real
proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat
dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah..."
Tags : Dr. Dre Snoop Doggy Dogg Fuck Wit Day Uncensored eazy-e eric wright death row chronic gangsta sleazy-e 2pac doggystyle |
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Affichage : 1920569
Durée : 360 s |
| Fast Food Freestyle |
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Drive-thru freestylin', freestyling at the
drive through! For more go to:
http://www.joewoody.com/
http://www.fastfoodfreestyle.net/
I need a double cheeseburger and hold the
lettuce
Don't be frontin' son no seeds on a bun
We be up in this drive thru
Order for two
I gots a craving for a number nine like my
shoe
We need some chicken up in here
In this dizzle
For rizzle my mizzle
Extra salt on the frizzle
Dr. Pepper my brother
Another for your mother
Double double super size
And don't forget the FRIES...
Comments by 'J0eW00dy' are Joe himself
Tags : Fast Food Freestyle Drive Thru Joe Woody.com |
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Affichage : 12606628
Durée : 148 s |
| Mcdonald's Rap |
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Lmfao these guys go up to a Mcdonalds
Drive-Thru and start rapping there order.
Lyrics(So You Can Understand it):
I need a double cheeseburger and hold the
lettuce
Don't be frontin' son no seeds on a bun
We be up in this drive thru
Order for two
I gots a craving for a number nine like my
shoe
We need some chicken up in here
In this dizzle
For rizzle my nizzle
Extra salt on the frizzle
Dr. Pepper my brother
Another for your mother
Double double super size
And don't forget the FRIES...
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www.ebaumsworld.com
Tags : Mcdonalds Rap Funny Rappers Drive Thru LOL guys |
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Durée : 153 s |
| 2Pac, Notorious BIG - Runnin' (Dying to Live) (Uncensored) |
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DVD-RIP/2003/Tupac Resurrection OST
"[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and
fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into
the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our
description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm
too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought
some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make,
motherfucker
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
And still I'm havin memories of high speeds,
when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks
blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had
heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad
parts
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these
snitches
envious bitches continue to per sue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin
to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a
brewin
now the medias tryin to test me got the press
askin questions, tryin to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the
crime rate
Ma main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got
arrested and flipped
He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
gots tired of runnin from the police"
Tags : 2pac tupac shakur makaveli runnin dying to live biggie smalls christopher wallace studio prison resurrection notorious |
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Affichage : 1626381
Durée : 253 s |
| The Notorious B.I.G. - Big Poppa |
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DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Die
www.notoriousonline.com
"To all the ladies in the place with style
and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in
your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the
mommies?
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where
you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's
behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music
blastin
But I just can't quit
Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta
creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and
in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the
needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with
Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the
chronic by the tree
[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.]
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true
player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like
dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please
don't shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be
havin my baby
Bay-bee
[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two]
Straight up honey really I'm askin
Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but
they be actin
Who they attractin with that line, "What's
your name, what's your sign"?
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from
behind
And ask what your interests are, "who you be
with"?
Things to make you smile, what numbers to
dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go
call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvou at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the
next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly go
fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon'
do
What we came to do, ain't that right boo
(truuuueee)
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's
while you do me
[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.]
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true
player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like
dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please
don't shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be
havin my baby
Bay-bee
[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three]
(How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and
Benz's
Givin ends to my friends and it feels
stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
(whaat)
Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I
had to measure
However living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend
(Honey check it, (check it)
Tell your friends, to get with my friends
(your freinds)
And we can be friends
Shit we can do this every weekend (that's
right)
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah... keep bangin)
[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.]
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true
player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like
dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please
don't shoot up the place
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be
havin my baby
Bay-bee
[Biggie Ad libin']
Uhh, Check it out,
94 shit for that ass,
Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls,
Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!
Uhh!"
Tags : The Notorious B.I.G. Big Poppa Uncensored Remastered puffy diddy busta rhymes biggie smalls wallace isley brothers |
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