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you people are such trouble makers, what with that rap music playing all day long these threads. We in the Belligerency do not approve of such tomfoolery. 
Now, how's about some Bette Midler???? Hmmm...?

Now, how's about some Bette Midler???? Hmmm...?
Just got over the stomach-flu...back to work, and it's busy ***-****...Damn, the forum has blown up...better catch up soon:
Thinkin of a master
plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So
I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper
but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave
my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead
presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll
up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop
smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But
now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great!
so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street
whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of...
Thinkin of a master
plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So
I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper
but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave
my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead
presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll
up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop
smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But
now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great!
so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street
whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of...
Stomach flu? I heard you got reamed on both ends and its ok to spit some out.
Originally Posted by REnthusiaSTS
Just got over the stomach-flu...back to work, and it's busy ***-****...Damn, the forum has blown up...better catch up soon:
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...38-24-37, you and me hon, we're a match made in heaven
I like to kiss you where some brothas won't
I like to tell you things some brothas don't
If only you can see through your elaborate eyes
Only you and me hon, the love never dies
Satisfaction, I have the right tactics
And if you need them I got crazy prophylactics
So far I hope you like rap songs
Bonita applebum you got to put me on
Bonita, bonita, bonita...
I like to kiss you where some brothas won't
I like to tell you things some brothas don't
If only you can see through your elaborate eyes
Only you and me hon, the love never dies
Satisfaction, I have the right tactics
And if you need them I got crazy prophylactics
So far I hope you like rap songs
Bonita applebum you got to put me on
Bonita, bonita, bonita...
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From: 213 is the Clique
Back in the dayz before I was a teenager....before I had a beeper or a skypager....you could find the Abstract listening to hip hop...my daddy oh used to say it sounded like BeeBop...
Ah man...the Low End Theory was one of my favorite album back in the days.
Ah man...the Low End Theory was one of my favorite album back in the days.
...That be always tryin to bag with the **** (and karate shoes)
Sayin "yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin bk's
And, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, i still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years i was raised, back in the days...
Sayin "yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin bk's
And, all the girls had they turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But, sometimes, i still sit and reminesce
Then, think about the years i was raised, back in the days...
Yo' that's 'dat cut from Joeski Love...frick'n 80s-
All I can remember was "...it's a brand new dance called the Pee Wee Herman...(funky beats)"
How about this one though:
Now everybody's rappin 'bout "where's their line?"
I'm gonna bust me a brand new rhyme
Girlfriend's down and you stomped her freak
Shake your hips and act conceit
Throw your head high in the air
Grab your partner's derriere
Fellas in the cut, I know you must be trippin
My boy's got them there home girl's quippin
Now grab your partner, take a bow
If you can't dance, I'll tell you how
Wave your hands and take two steps
Grab your hips and slide to the left
Get all in your partner's face
Swerve to the side and show your lace
If your a freak then let it show
And grab your partner doshy-do (do, do ...)
All I can remember was "...it's a brand new dance called the Pee Wee Herman...(funky beats)"
How about this one though:
Now everybody's rappin 'bout "where's their line?"
I'm gonna bust me a brand new rhyme
Girlfriend's down and you stomped her freak
Shake your hips and act conceit
Throw your head high in the air
Grab your partner's derriere
Fellas in the cut, I know you must be trippin
My boy's got them there home girl's quippin
Now grab your partner, take a bow
If you can't dance, I'll tell you how
Wave your hands and take two steps
Grab your hips and slide to the left
Get all in your partner's face
Swerve to the side and show your lace
If your a freak then let it show
And grab your partner doshy-do (do, do ...)
"It's FRIDAY...you ain't got no job...I'mma get'cha HIIIIGH..."
You know it ain’t no stoppin all tha doggs I’m droppin
It’s friday night so everythang is poppin.
I got skin lets spin on da hand,
So let tha games begin.
Yakity yak don’t jump back or it’s on,
Callin up earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court,
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin too $hort.
Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin,
And deep dish daytons.
You know how we do it,
Ain’t nuttin to it but tha floss,
Overcrowdin harrison walks.
’cuz if ya **** wit ours,
We leave scars,
Out of g ride cars,
Livin like stars.
Might hit tha highway,
On tha vegas run fool ’cuz it’s Friday.
You know it ain’t no stoppin all tha doggs I’m droppin
It’s friday night so everythang is poppin.
I got skin lets spin on da hand,
So let tha games begin.
Yakity yak don’t jump back or it’s on,
Callin up earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court,
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin too $hort.
Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin,
And deep dish daytons.
You know how we do it,
Ain’t nuttin to it but tha floss,
Overcrowdin harrison walks.
’cuz if ya **** wit ours,
We leave scars,
Out of g ride cars,
Livin like stars.
Might hit tha highway,
On tha vegas run fool ’cuz it’s Friday.



