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The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard	posted on 07-08-2001 @ 10:25 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Bombs over Baghdad by Outkast (Dre) 1, 2... 1, 2, 3; yeah! Inter-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top soakin' wet In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat Hits somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-nine-nine-nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell Hot! Get a life, now they gon' sell Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m`ama Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for days Get back home, things are wrong We're not really able to spend all alone Before he left, adds up to a ball of power Thousands of thousands miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe, Believe there's always more Owwww! Chorus: 2X (Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to band (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Big Boi) Uno, dos, tres, it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone Like that there boy and will still stay street Big things happen everytime we meet Like a track team, crack feind, dyin' to geek Outkast bumpin' up and down the street Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep Seventy-five emcees freestylin' to the beat Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub Should have held back, but you throwed a punch 'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to-the U to-the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan Never turn my back on my kids for them Should have hit, quit it, rag top Before you read up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fair dime out of dusty coal Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, control Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only A movin' like floor comin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the quarters Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then i hit the border Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to A-town well you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gonna ride Ha! Chorus: 2X (Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to band (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Choir) Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! Bombs Over Baghdad! Yeah! (Dre) B-I-G, B-O-I An-An-Andre To the T-O-P (Dre and Big Boi) 16X Bob your head. Rag top. (1,2...1,2,3,4) (Gimme some) (Choir) 23X Bible music. Electric revival. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, I like the idea of a chick with a horse.
mikeWOW I got a staple in my ass and all I got was this status	posted on 07-08-2001 @ 11:19 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00	that is soo fucking funny you posted this. last night at around 1am i was driving home and this song was on ktu or hot 97. did u hear it?! "i hate people that dont get it!"
PatCooper	posted on 07-09-2001 @ 5:14 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Some DMX with Jay-z and LOX Jay!) Fuck that (This is it right here baby!) You know what it is [Jadakiss] Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see y'all niggaz tryin to glance at the 'Kiss Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon And you know I'm still writin the mean, lightin the green I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you (They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know Fuck what you ask me - you probably don't, want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (yeah) And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet and you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck [Sheik Luciano] Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo Yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads Sheik Luc', type of nigga gasoline y'all beds And that's warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, that's fine Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine I want PC - see me? Tuck in your chains I got niggaz my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new That's Sheik in the dress-up club cause I don't fuck with shoes And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole Cause we got the same goal, and you try an' tamper with mine? Don't make me motherfuckin leave you with some shit in yo' spine Fuck with me you be a WAS nigga, nigga WAS dope Nigga WAS gettin money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy? [Styles] Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of L's Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G. Y'all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legit You hold your nine if you holdin a brick Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale" Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die? I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave with a dime Motherfucker [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us Tryin not to let this bullshit become us It started from hunger, til it all went insane Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done changed; you dead bitch, the Reaper done came I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT I just circle 'round the block in a drop Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh) where the sun roof used to be I could see y'all not used to me Nigga flows like none other - I'm the meanest toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers.. Y'all niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other [DMX] Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I'm headed nowhere fast Run in the place, gat in my waist Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face So what that mean? You cats is playin games again So now what I do? Start namin names again (WHAT!) All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (UH!) Play like you don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four niggaz (AIGHT!) Y'all niggaz, best to stop playin, it'll be the ones you forgotten about that'll get you shot in your mouth (ARF! ARF!) Got my dogs covered (UH!) Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (WHAT!) "It's Dark," and I LOVE IT! (UH!) Get him boy - let him loose (C'MON!) You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C'MON!)
The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard	posted on 07-10-2001 @ 6:33 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	ODB: I Can't Wait Yo, Yo Miami Yo Cali-Fornia North East West and South motherfucka Yo Check this out This is Dirt Dog I'm here to make you scream (Chorus)(x4) Big Baby Jesus I can't wait Nigga fuck that! I can't wait! I ain't no actor my shit's for real Thighmaster If I don't get paid 2 or 3 million dollars on Monday I'm a bring on the ARMAGEDDON!(It's Monday) Fuck that feeling, this fo reeling Nigga I want my Noalin Make it rain, hail, storm and earthquake UHHHH! That's what I'm saving! Play that music in your trunk The cocaine got my ????? stuck Nigga I'm from the ghetto How many celebrities from the ghetto? (Dirty your crazy, I'm crazy about your music Dirty your crazy, you're a nutcase you're a fucking nutcase) (Chorus) A to the Pox doing Night Fever Cancer, herpes, mumps, seizures Diabetes, TV if your against me You die easier! Cops don't have a show whatsoever Ain't no more doctors, ministers Nurses can't give us searches There won't be electric, won't be churches Cause your body go against you Whether it's a lie or whether it's true You can't use violent mentalities anymore It ain't lambskin You can't use the word napkin Nigga ya sleeping (Chorus)(x3) Hold on Hold on Hold on HAHAHAHAH I'm diplomatic playing pen and pad Ratatat you're a scaredy-cat Cause I have a tat put you up like that You can't stand that, cause you gotta scat You couldn't even move Don't know how to groove BITCH TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES Take up the brew Motherfucker you knew! Fucking with the doo Dirt Dog don't make any room (Chorus til shoutouts) I want to give a shoutout to FunkMaster Flex And all the DJs across the world I want to give a shoutout to my nigga Lupe I want to give a shoutout to my nigga Suge Knight To my nigga Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg I want to give a shoutout to um,um, what's them niggas, Outkast I want to give a shoutout to them crazy niggas In parts of the world that I never been too I want to give a shoutout to the Eskimos I want to give a shoutout to the submarines I want to give a shoutout to the army, air force, navy marines KNow what I'm saying? Y'all playing my music In the submarines and the boats Play that shit know what I'm saying? It's called travelling music busting ya ass style Yo Big Baby Jesus It's One Love I give a shout out to all the women I give a shout out to all the babies All the munchkins All across the world playa, God I want to give a shoutout to all the school teachers I give a shout out to um,um, myself (Chorus) I give a shout out to the Wu-Tant, Tang, Tang! The Brooklyn Zoo Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, I like the idea of a chick with a horse.

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