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Post by monokr0me on Jan 18, 2013 0:34:42 GMT
Now dis is tha rap all bout how My fuckin thuglife gots flipped, turned upside down And I'd like ta take a minute just sit muthafuckin right there I be bout ta rap how tha fuck I became tha pimp of a hood called Bel-air
In westside Philadelphia born n' raised On tha playground where I spent most of mah days Chillin out, maxing, chillaxin all def And all shootin some b-bizzle outside of tha school When a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil couple guys, they was up ta no phat Started bustin shizzle up in mah neighbourhood I gots up up in one lil fight n' mah momma gots scared And holla'd "You're movin wit yo' auntie n' uncle up in Bel-air"
I whistled fo' a cold-ass lil cab n' when it came near the License plate holla'd "fresh" n' had a thugged-out dice up in tha mirror If anythang I could say dat dis cab was rare But I thought nah, forget it, yo cribs ta Bel-air!
I pulled up ta da thugged-out doggy den bout seven n' eight And I yelled ta tha cabby "Yo, cribs smell you later!" Looked at mah kingdom I was finally there To sit on mah throne as tha pimp of Bel-air
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Post by Artifact123 on Jan 19, 2013 9:42:30 GMT
Wow dude you're really original(totally no copy-paste)
dang you a genius
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