Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.

 

Oh Oh....


Informer you no say daddy me snow me I'll go blame.....a licky boom boom down.....detective mon said daddy me snow me stab someone down the lane.....a licky Boom Boom Down

 

...informers....

hahaha, that's funny DJdino
...where's pshaw?

 

Man...do you remember when In Living Colour made fun of dude....they had Popeye singing on a couple of versus LOL!!!


On a side note...this is still available:

https://www.rx7club.com/showthread.p...57#post5931357

 

...damn, I was just a kid when I say that...
...remember the vanilla ice skits...or mc hammers skits?

My, my, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say oh my Lord
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet
Feels good when you know you're down
A superbowl homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat uh you can't touch

 

im havin a lonely lonely lonley monday mornin

 

A terrorist, here to bring trouble to
Phony mcs, I move on and seize
I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease
Cause Im at my apex and others are below
Nothing but a milliliter, Im a kilo
Second to none, making mcs run
So dont try to step to me, cause I aint the one

 

Oh damn!! That's an ol'Skool jam RE!

I got a fat girl on my jock....fat girl...got a fat girl on my jock.

 

I start to think, a very big conscious all around me
Who will be the sucker MC to try to doubt me
Is it you, or you, or you, or you, or him
But I'm like a tree and every lyric is a limb
You throw it on the turntable, very unstable
But you gamble because you need that example
There's a 1000 MC's on the planet earth now
What is the word you say to get hers
Some like to explain, some talk educated
Some like McBoo, he's X-rated
I like to think of myself as a pure rebel
A radical thinker on a musical level

 

At night I
can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the
dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just
staring at a *****
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my
finger on the trigga
My momma's always stressing I
ain't living right
But I ain't going out without
a fight

 

ha...

Ghetto Boys...
How 'bout this one.

There's only one place where we can go
To see freaky hoes doin' shows
Doin' tricks to make us holler
On a giving night, all for a dollar
Silicone breasts, all on their chests
Nothin' like others, but above the rest
They'll do anything to turn us on
Them hoes got it goin' on!!
I like big booty and big ol' *******
Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many
So come and be my private dancer
I got some money if that's the answer
I really wanna be with you;
I get hard after seeing you
How hard? Hard like a rock,
When you make that p*ssy pop!

"pop...pop that coochie baby...pop pop pop that coochie baby..."

 

RE: No idea what that one is.

here's a classic:

So we walked her to her house, as she opened up the door
It was heart-shaped bed in the middle of the floor
She pushed me on the bed and this you can bet
In between her legs was real, real wet
So I grabbed her by her thighs and I moved up truly
She jumped off the bed and said, “Don’t touch my booty”
“Don’t touch my booty ‘cause I won’t touch you”
“Don’t touch my booty ‘cause it’s not the thing to do”

Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, “That Girl”
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, “That Girl”

 

2 Live for your Crew! As Nasty as they Wanna Be!

 

...dat dat dat girl
...dat dat dat girl...

Hell yeah!!!

Here's another one:

Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?
Now push it

 

I got a six shooter yo mean brave
Rolling through the hood to find the boys
Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my *****
Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
Then I say to myself, "they can kiss my ***"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape marvin gaye's greatest hits
Turn the **** up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of compton
See a big *** and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb...

 

I think we need to make a rule that we stay away from salt n peppa songs. haha.

 

lol...or that boom i got your ......... song.
... or any millievanillie songs...lol

 

what the hell is going on here. You guys cant rap for ****!!! Let me bring out my East Side collections.

 

oooh ****...here comes the OLD SCHOOL...lookout!!!
Hey wacky...how was that Lap Dance?

 

Oh...how about...

You gotta live and learn.....you gotta live and learn....before your bridges burn.

 

??? Who 'dat???

How about 'dis (Wacky's favorite song in the '80s):

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel
Put your left leg down - your right leg up
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell

 

HAHAHAH...classic...but this is more like Wacky's type of jams:

"She says weve got to hold on to what weve got....cause it doesnt make a difference.....if we make it or not....we've got each other and thats a lot
for love.....well give it a shot"

Rock on!

 

wooooaaaaa...we're half way there...wooooaaaa...livin' on a prayer...
LOL!!!!

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we push it off the corner
How was the buzz entire hip hop era?

 

Oh you so kewl like that RE.....

 

Thanx DJdino...damn, I should've deejayed back in the day...but seriously though, Wacky's ALL TIME CLASSIC is this song:

Big wheels keep on turning,
carry me home to see my kin
singing songs about the southland.
I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin. Yes.

Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her.
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down.
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
a southern man don't need him around anyhow.

Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue.
Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you.

...Brings out the Country in Him. LOL