electrons wrote:

3rd Bass (MC Serch) wrote:She says she's pure from legs to her thighs
And we should talk over some chinese and fries
I tell her to step, but hey that's the scene
Cause she ain't nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen

We should talk over some Chinese and fries? Fantastic.

Ladies Love Cool James wrote:I'm That Type of Guy

You're the type of guy that can't control your girl
You try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls
I'm the type of guy that shows up on the scene
And gets the seven digits, you know the routine
You're the type of guy that tells her, stay inside
While you're steady frontin in your homeboy's ride
I'm the type of guy that comes when you leave
I'm doin your girlfriend, that's somethin you can't believe
Cause I'm that type of guy

You're the type of guy that gets suspicious
I'm the type of guy that says, the puddin is delicious
You're the type of guy that has no idea
That a sneaky, freaky brother's sneakin in from the rear
I'm the type of guy to eat it, when he won't
And look in the places that your boyfriend don't
You're the type of guy to try to call me a punk
Now knowin that your main girl's bitin my chunk
I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are borin, and I can drive em crazy
You're the type of guy to give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater _kiss_ thank you, sweetheart
I'm that type of guy

I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early
Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast
You're the type of guy eatin a tv dinner
Talkin about... goddamn it, i'ma kill her
I'm the type of guy to make her say, why you're illin, bee?
...you're the type of guy to say, my lower back is killin me
...catch my drift?
You're the type of guy that likes to drink olde english
I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper
You're the type of guy to say, what you talkin bout?
I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers in your hamper
I'm that type of guy

I'm that type of guy
You know what I mean?
Check it out...

T-y-p-e g-u-y
I'm that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye
Like a bandit, caught me redhanded, took her for granted
But when I screwed her, you couldn't understand it
Cause you're the type of guy that don't know the time
Swearin up and down, that girl's all mine
I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin it
Go 'head to work, while I defrost it, and season it
I'm that type of guy

I'm that type of guy

Know what I mean

I'm that type of guy

So ridiculous

So funny
I don't know
Come on down
Yeah
Like real cool, you know what I mean?
I like just going to your frontdoor ringin bells
And just like, ha, leave...

Surfrider wrote:One hope.

One quest.

steve wrote:Having read every single word in this thread, I am more convinced than ever that I have not missed a goddamn thing by not acquiring a taste for hip hop.

You all are totally fucking welcome to this retard babble. Enjoy it in whatever sneering, you're-making-me-embarrassed-for-you way you can.

Apparently for Steve, Rudeboy Remmington of Urban Dance Squad wrote:
This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs
if a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong
while Remmington raps on, coming on strong
critics let their face grow long
face my music for once - I doubt if you can
you've been brainwashed too much as a public man

steve wrote:Having read every single word in this thread, I am more convinced than ever that I have not missed a goddamn thing by not acquiring a taste for hip hop.

You all are totally fucking welcome to this retard babble. Enjoy it in whatever sneering, you're-making-me-embarrassed-for-you way you can.

Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

Imagine life at it's full peak
Then imagine lying dead in the arms of your enemy
Imagine peace on this earth when there's no grief
Imagine grief on this earth when there's no peace
Everybody's got a different way of endin' it
And when your number comes for service then they send it in
Now your time has arrived for the final test
I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath
How much longer will it be til it's all done?
Total darkness and ease be at all one
I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
You took his life, but his memory you'll never take
You'll be headed to another place
And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face

steve wrote:Having read every single word in this thread, I am more convinced than ever that I have not missed a goddamn thing by not acquiring a taste for hip hop.

You all are totally fucking welcome to this retard babble. Enjoy it in whatever sneering, you're-making-me-embarrassed-for-you way you can.

matthew wrote:

steve wrote:Having read every single word in this thread, I am more convinced than ever that I have not missed a goddamn thing by not acquiring a taste for hip hop.

You all are totally fucking welcome to this retard babble. Enjoy it in whatever sneering, you're-making-me-embarrassed-for-you way you can.

Haha.....brusque but well-put, Albini. I hearken back to this post of yours. Also well put.

kerble wrote:

matthew wrote:

steve wrote:Having read every single word in this thread, I am more convinced than ever that I have not missed a goddamn thing by not acquiring a taste for hip hop.

You all are totally fucking welcome to this retard babble. Enjoy it in whatever sneering, you're-making-me-embarrassed-for-you way you can.

Haha.....brusque but well-put, Albini. I hearken back to this post of yours. Also well put.

I find it funny that you look down on homosexuals, yet you have no problem sucking steve's dick.



Faiz