Results for: let me tell ya bout black chicks
Let Me Tell Ya 'bout Black Chick 2009-02-21 - extension: .001 - parts: 3 - size: 222 MB
Let Me Tell Ya 'bout Black Chick
Let Me Tell Ya 'bout
Black ChicksLet
Me Tell Ya 'bout
Black Chicks [1985].mpg.001
Hosted on: megaupload.com
Video results for: let me tell ya bout black chicksMore results from video 
Black Moon- Buck Em Down To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the (More) To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight
Let my nigga Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them niggaz with a verse real quick
C'mon God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz become chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin, ask my nigga Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
Shit is hot, word to Ma Duke
and get the loot from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I Buck with fuck with
gang hanger with the double-edged banger
And I got niggaz clingin my drawers
Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your fuckin lungs up with all the bullshit from within
But I'ma put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday
Buck em down (repeat 32X)
Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty
Niggaz tell me chill when I kick it
Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a nigga in the mug
with the slug leavin white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other word to mother
When I was fifteen runnin around I was the real street lover
On the corner out shootin the dice
Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist
GQ headin up to one-two-five
Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize
I couldn't get the time of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck?
Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shorts
Word to the shell around my chest
Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin plastic
Word life, I ain't bullshittin
Buck em down (32X)
Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty
When I was in school I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a lyrical contact
knapsack, filled with the shit that I G'd
and a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little nigga runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shorty's a bad-ass
but youse a smart little nigga so you gonna last
They knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya
in the nine-three it's all about me
Ninety-four ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin instructions
Fuckin with them niggaz Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass played
Buck em down (repeat 32X)
Outro: Buckshot Shorty
Aiyyo, this is goin out to all the real niggaz
who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttah
in Coney Island, shit is mad real out there
you know what I'm sayin?Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the motherfucker
you know what I'm sayin?Smokin mad blunts
and just chillin.So buck down the bullshit in ninety-three
ninety-four, ninety-five, shit is ours
Black Moon, we out (Less)
Dirty Boy (Original Song) This is rap (by Body) fulla randomness. Prolly cuz I wrote it after I "went crazy" and (More) This is rap (by Body) fulla randomness. Prolly cuz I wrote it after I "went crazy" and left Montreal for a semsetre to live with my mom in Terrace, a small town in northern B.C. (100 miles from Alaska). This song was actually inspired by playing fetch with my mom's little dog (Rudy) and this big ass Golden Retriever who lived near by named Cedar. I just followed the flow after that. I couldn't finish the hook cuz this song is so ridiculous. I hope you enjoy my scatter brain rhymin. I made some mistakes at the end of the 1st verse too, that I didn't notice right away.
Instrumental: "I Get Money" (off Curtis album)
Lyrics:
Go Fetch Bitch fuckin Return the Ball,
It aint a swear word shorty its a female dog.
Her name is Cedar, she's a golden retriever,
If i made the bitch bark, would you be sold a believer?
Cuz i'm no deceiver ain no evil demeanor
I rep for respect so many people be meaner,
And I play no soldier, cuz i like to fuck alot,
Forget war and gore, get ya dick sucked alot.
And I jam with fuckin hip hop in my hand,
when i dance chicks wanna hop up in my pants,
Most white boys don't like to hum or spray raps,
Some swagger when they walk, cuz they hung like they black,
I'm a one of a kind dude with this master spit,
Everybody bounce, rude bitches clap to this!
I spit ta get a bit a groove in to it,
I get lit ta get a little loose from lucid
Just hit spliffs, cuz my roll is stupid ruthless,
When chicks hit this dick their hole gets spewin fluids.
Shit now i'm soaked, fuckin god damn baby,
Ya didn't say you'd blow from just suckin me crazy.
Your pussy came, just from anticipation,
And once i bust nuts, the fuckin piss is sprayin.
Cuz thats the way ya clean the penus pipes,
Baby lick my butt crack i bust the cleanest wipes,
And no don't worry, I didn't eat no curry,
Wait shit is stirring, I'm kidding me so dirty,
But me so flirty, I need a babe with brains,
Dumb is disturbing, but T N A is great!
See i'mma dirty boy, wanna dirty girl,
Feel a dirty toy, from my dirty world,
I get freaky, If shaved, i get it greasy,
Right between the legs, she wets so easy.
See i'mma dirty boy, wanna dirty girl,
Feel a dirty toy, from my dirty world,
I get freaky, If shaved, i get it greasy,
Right between the legs, she wets so easy.
So what can I say, that hasn't been said?
We eatin cake today cuz something's bad in the bread.
Talking guns and knives, drugs and money,
How about how I fucked a hundred hunnies
Its all played out, already been sprayed out,
Can't wait for the day when this g thang fades out.
So i'm sittin here, beats hittin my ears,
Tryin to find something to spit that will be gettin me cheers.
How bout takin in, the beauty around you.
Don't let fakin men, tell you "We about you"
Loud in a shout to, trick ya mind dude,
But not me, I drop rude, spits with rhymes too.
Make ya brain free, from the fakers brain freeze,
Ache for a day free of these gansta emcees.
If ya aint got cash, then just take it fast,
From the high signing mother fuckers who just came past.
And crossed ya path, don't see cops on staff.
No they don't have any gaurd dogs ta back,
Them up, So lets go brothers jack them up,
Snatch the hatch back, or the fuckin acura,
When police come lookin, fake gs start bookin,
I grab at badges cuz i'mma bad ass n thug,
Hate cops cuz I'mma protestin activist,
Grab the gas canister cuz we throwin back the shit,
So they can choke from it, smell the smoke from it,
And if we can't one alone he'll be a broken bitch.
Feel the body trauma through your body armor,
Then fuck the pigs mama for a little naughty drama.
See i'mma dirty boy, wanna dirty girl,
Feel a dirty toy, from my dirty world,
I get freaky, If shaved, i get it greasy,
Right between the legs, she wets so easy.
See i'mma dirty boy, wanna dirty girl,
Feel a dirty toy, from my dirty world,
I get freaky, If shaved, i get it greasy,
Right between the legs, she wets so easy.
Copyright Jesse Guy-Herman 2007. (Less)
Groups results for: let me tell ya bout black chicks Bookmark FilesTube
Link to FilesTube
Show your support by placing a link to filestube.com on your website and favorite forums.
