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[Ei aihetta]Torstai 19.07.2012 11:45

porizzzzzzzzzhhhhhhhhnammmmmmmmggggghffffffffffffff.

sitte mettää. hirvihattu päähä- shamaanikeppi ,messsstoile.

this is thre shit.Keskiviikko 11.07.2012 05:10

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fug.?Sunnuntai 08.07.2012 06:52

03:40 <-lifkuihqu-> tere ½
03:40 <-lifkuihqu-> !*
03:41 <-lifkuihqu-> kuka kertoist teiä ihmiste puheeaihee?:D:D:D
03:41 <-lifkuihqu-> vittu vastatkaaa perkele :D:D:D
03:43 <Marsalkka> -lifkuihqu-: wat
03:43 <Marsalkka> meidän ihmisten puheenaiheen?
03:44 <Marsalkka> mitä vittua tuo lause edes tarkoittaa?
03:45 <tolsa> mooooooooooooooorjens
03:45 <Marsalkka> jos tarkotat että missä tässä chatissa yleensä puhutaan, niin vastaus on että, ei mitään merkitystä. oikeesti. väännetään vaikka vaahterapuun kirvojen joukkodynaamian mukaisesta suhteellisuusteorioiden implikaatioiden osoittamista leppäkertuista
03:46 <kaelirtio> ei..
03:47 <Marsalkka> joskin on tää myös kyseenä semmosis jutuis ku pyhien kirkkopastorien kuoropoika kalasteluiiija.





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Juliucset ei tiedä.Perjantai 06.07.2012 18:28

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:~~~DDDd <3Maanantai 02.07.2012 05:58

There used to be this thing called rap.. 1/3Perjantai 29.06.2012 09:47

There used to be this thing called rap..
..and this is what it was about in the last years it existed:




Word up son, word..
Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings
Check it out now
Prodigy
I got you stuck off the realness
We be the infamous, you heard of us
Official Queens bridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare
Beware of my crime family,
Who got 'nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face,
Stab your brain with your nosebone
You're all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin',
Like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playa
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is older
And when the things get for real,
My warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God, in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook,
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down
And turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one
Havoc
For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life
Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
Ain't no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You don't know me, there's no relation
Queens bridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga than those
Claimin' that you pack heat,
But you're scared to hold
And when the smoke clears,
You'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one, but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder: Do I deserve to live,
Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid you out of line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
And once I get on I'ma put on on my people
React mixed to lyrics
Like Macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin',
Cause I'm creepin'
Son, they shook,
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook,
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to look
They shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked down
And turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and the hundred dollar billers
To real brothers who ain't got no feelings
Yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side keepin' it real, you know
Queens get the money
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There used to be this thing called rap.. 2/3Perjantai 29.06.2012 09:45



People in Oakland...Oakland
Woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
Kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five
(VERSE 1)
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 the vaccum lungs,
an if you let em hit it for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I be blowin up 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
1-I got five on it,
grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sack
(VERSE 2)
I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
till the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa (slang for hav-a-tampa cigars)
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell no, you betta bring your own spliff, chief
wassup, don't make me sip that,
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know how I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me
(repeat 1)
(VERSE 3)
(2)hey, make this right man,
stop at the light man,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, i face
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I wish I could fade the ache
but I'm no budget,
still rollin a 2 door cutglass, same 'ole bucket
foggy windows, soggy Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
(1)been smoked,
yuk'll, the sprayer lay it down,(yuk stands for yukmouth)
up in the OAK the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then eaz up,
speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.
P up with the lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled up, I'm da rolla
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed as all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo
(rpt 1)
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There used to be this thing called rap.. 3/3Perjantai 29.06.2012 09:42

Ja pari vuotta taaksepäin niin menohan oli tätä tasoa:

Kokemus saattaa muuttua live- ja albumiversion välillä. (Live on parempi)
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Pick it, pack it
Fire it up, come along
And take a hit from the bong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don't get me wrong it's not a new method
Inhale, exhale
Just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat bowl
But my double barrel bong is gettin' me stoned
I'm skill it, there's water inside don't spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong y'all
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Let's smoke that bowl, hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it, unplug it
Don't strain, I love you Mary Jane
She never complains, when I hit Mary
With that flame, I light up the cherry
She's so good to me
When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don't get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water
Is makin' it pure so I gotta, take my hit and hold it
Just like chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on
As I take hits from the bong
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Hits from the bong
Gonna get high
Straighten your dick out
Gonna get high
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And it goes like this!Maanantai 25.06.2012 03:05

Juhannus.. liekeissä.
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[Ei aihetta]Perjantai 22.06.2012 06:03

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