Irish-dipstick
11-25-05, 12:47 PM
....on the way home.
*he man what up fool u wanna do a drive by.*
*"the man" gee golly guys i dunno my mammy wud kill me*
*wat bout u puzzi*
*"youaintgangsta" oh plz dont hurt me plz get the fcuk out tha car b!tch*
in the city of D.C where trouble be loomin, ur future be gloming, am on the edge on the point its self, u strapped a bomb onto ur bullet proof vest.........
on my way home.
Now when begin to bust, all these b!tch begin to lust,
And I don’t have time for any male groupies,
I wanna eat milky cereal and then put my d!ck in ur hoopie,
bring g-funk, am so drunk, a slammed the ball down,
Big shaq shouted slam dunk, gangsta the original g,
The one ur pretendin to b, now just jet wat jet,
Yea and get down rep the hood and protect ur set,
But ill be down of course, fcukin the man’s mama,
She got mad cause I mistakely fcuked a drawf,
Then I went to the doc he said wat up now u really gotta rep,
I don’t wanna cha cha slid or a one two step,
don’t sweat am chillin drug dealing,
You aint gangsta the next punk I be killin,
Why he drilling another man or course or golf course,
pottin the ball that sick mutherfuker now his papa wanna divorse.
Homo love it aint fcuking cool, d!ck touchin lips 08 don’t drool,
U a fool playing u like a tric but u like a ho u love d!ck in ur face
When its time to blow, now itz time to go u getting turn to bacon,
For all these mistakes u making, u aint akon or bob marley ur not
Close to Jamaican not even queens can u become a king u don’t
Have the bling to do ur thing u remind me of golem and his presious ring/
Look grease ball and no watz up checkmate fool I’m on my way home.
.....now i have to put ur ass to rest this be the viper more dealier than snyper wit a scope u get takin out show fools wat this about white and proud i shout.
so fight the powers that be.
*he man what up fool u wanna do a drive by.*
*"the man" gee golly guys i dunno my mammy wud kill me*
*wat bout u puzzi*
*"youaintgangsta" oh plz dont hurt me plz get the fcuk out tha car b!tch*
in the city of D.C where trouble be loomin, ur future be gloming, am on the edge on the point its self, u strapped a bomb onto ur bullet proof vest.........
on my way home.
Now when begin to bust, all these b!tch begin to lust,
And I don’t have time for any male groupies,
I wanna eat milky cereal and then put my d!ck in ur hoopie,
bring g-funk, am so drunk, a slammed the ball down,
Big shaq shouted slam dunk, gangsta the original g,
The one ur pretendin to b, now just jet wat jet,
Yea and get down rep the hood and protect ur set,
But ill be down of course, fcukin the man’s mama,
She got mad cause I mistakely fcuked a drawf,
Then I went to the doc he said wat up now u really gotta rep,
I don’t wanna cha cha slid or a one two step,
don’t sweat am chillin drug dealing,
You aint gangsta the next punk I be killin,
Why he drilling another man or course or golf course,
pottin the ball that sick mutherfuker now his papa wanna divorse.
Homo love it aint fcuking cool, d!ck touchin lips 08 don’t drool,
U a fool playing u like a tric but u like a ho u love d!ck in ur face
When its time to blow, now itz time to go u getting turn to bacon,
For all these mistakes u making, u aint akon or bob marley ur not
Close to Jamaican not even queens can u become a king u don’t
Have the bling to do ur thing u remind me of golem and his presious ring/
Look grease ball and no watz up checkmate fool I’m on my way home.
.....now i have to put ur ass to rest this be the viper more dealier than snyper wit a scope u get takin out show fools wat this about white and proud i shout.
so fight the powers that be.