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I always thought is was funny.....the people who make fun of, or point out the "lightweights" So you could either handle your alcohol well and spend countless amounts of money on booze and beer and take forever to get drunk, or you could be a lightweight and get drunk off the change in your pocket.....hhhhmmmmmmmmm I'll take the cheap route and be a lightweight.
Just my thought's on the subject....
I consider myself a lightweight since I really haven't been a drinker since High School (I know that sound wierd)
....but anyway back to the topic and this really good song....
PEACE!!!
very true
but id rather be a tank for going shot for shot with somebody and other drinkin games
This is a rap one of my friends on the Orange Mane did about me.
My name is Chris,
All the *****es know me as Dream.
It's cause my Bronco talk rocks,
And they cant wait to get my cream.
I constantly rape in Softball,
I know the game of politics too,
**** Ron Paul - you know how Barack Obama do.
The NFL Draft is really my thing,
Although in college all the *****es love to see my bling.
I don't like the cursing, but them rhymes is off da hook.
[M1]
Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls yo' brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we ready for that - two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at? Rather attack and not react
Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Against the real world *echos*
It's bigger than all these fake-*** records
When po' folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do; if that don't work, then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna jus' get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
[Hook]
[stic.man]
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all - all my dogs stay real
*****, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds
And pay your bills, because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got; all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream? or some substance?
A Beamer? a necklace? or freedom?
Still a ***** like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop; and it don't stop 'til we get the po-po off the block
They call it...
[Hook 2x]
[Repeat 6x]
D.P.'s got that crazy ish
We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and ish
and they probly only had like 2 shots of goose and one of patron because gangstas are lightweights
I always thought is was funny.....the people who make fun of, or point out the "lightweights" So you could either handle your alcohol well and spend countless amounts of money on booze and beer and take forever to get drunk, or you could be a lightweight and get drunk off the change in your pocket.....hhhhmmmmmmmmm I'll take the cheap route and be a lightweight.
Just my thought's on the subject....
I consider myself a lightweight since I really haven't been a drinker since High School (I know that sound wierd)
....but anyway back to the topic and this really good song....
RAP IS BETTER THAN U YOU CAN STAY JEALOUS OF LIL JON 36 MAFIA SHOPBOYS BIG SAM ICECUBE SNOOPDOGG
whatever you say tough guy your so gangsta that song is whack and im not the only one who thinks so... the theme song from Gilligans Island is better than that
True - we all know you are sick of that fake thug, r & b, rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, yall dont here me though.
[M1]
Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls yo' brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we ready for that - two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at? Rather attack and not react
Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Against the real world *echos*
It's bigger than all these fake-*** records
When po' folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do; if that don't work, then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna jus' get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
[Hook]
[stic.man]
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all - all my dogs stay real
*****, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds
And pay your bills, because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got; all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream? or some substance?
A Beamer? a necklace? or freedom?
Still a ***** like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop; and it don't stop 'til we get the po-po off the block
They call it...
[Hook 2x]
[Repeat 6x]
D.P.'s got that crazy ish
We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and ish
Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.
Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.
I'm Crunk Tonight. Just Got Paid.
Pocket Fulla Motha****in Money. Okay!
Imma Ball Till I Fall. Drank Till I Cant.
Put It On My Black Card I Got Money In Da Bank.
.
Patrone On The Table. Yayah! Crunk & Goose.
Drank What You Want, *****.
Go N Get Loose. Ooohhh Act A Fool.
Till They Cut The Lights Off
And We Still Aint Goin Home Till All The Liquor Gone. Yup.
I Jus Dont Giva ****,.
Standin On The Table With The Weed Fired Up.
Drankin Out The Bottle. Motha****er Crunk.
Ill Pour It In Ya Mouth, Lean Back, Open Up.
Oooh Crunk Aint Dead *****, You See The Chain.
And Im The King, Fool. Ya Know My Name
Party Like A Rockstar, **** Like A Pornstar.
I Dont Giva Damn. Ima Buy The Whole Bar
Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.
Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.
Yessir. A ***** On Tonight.
I Got My Money Lookin Right, But I Aint Tryina Fight.
But If A Sucker Touch Me, Best Believe Its On.
Get Cracked Cross Your Dome With Bottle Patrone.
Right Here, Right Now, Quick Fast In A Hurry.
Hit The Sucka So Hard, I Made His Vision Get Blurry
Im Too Clean For This, Im Too Lean For This
Figured It Would Happen So I Brought My Team For This
Ya Im The Realest Playa, Trapstar.
Sellin The Biggest Bricks.
Im The Realest Playa, Rap By Smokin Perkulous
Step Up In The Da Club, I Got Love Cause Im ******ish.
So Come Between My Legs, Do Me Up Like Im Licorise.
25 Stacks At The Bar, Ice On My Wrist
Step Up To This Pimp And Get Your Braided Hair Weave Split.
Back Off In My Chevy, Brains Blown Out
Peanut Butter, Ride High, Stayin High
Im Talkin Like A St-St-Stutta.
Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.
Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.
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Throw Them Stacks Up, *****. Make It Rain. ***** What.
Throw Them Stacks Up, *****. Make It Rain. ***** What.
Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.
Goose Got Me Loose.
Gone On Patrone.
Money In My Pocket.
And Im All Up In The Zone Like.
Oooooooh Ima Act A Damn Fool. Yup.
Oooooooh Im About To Act A Fool. Yup.
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