Do yo chain hang low
Or chicken noodle soup
you might see me jogging
you might see me walking
you might see me walking a dead rottweiler dog
with its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollering at him 'cause the son of a b**** won't quit barking
(Grrrr, arf arf) Or leaning out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Looking for Big's killers, dressing ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' popping and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Starting s*** like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These f***in' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this b**** ed? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned
Passionate ass-whooping and getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of d***
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you s in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some s*** in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screaming, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
you might see me jogging
you might see me walking
you might see me walking a dead rottweiler dog
with its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
hollering at him 'cause the son of a b**** won't quit barking
(Grrrr, arf arf) Or leaning out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Looking for Big's killers, dressing ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watching all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' popping and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Starting s*** like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!")
I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These f***in' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this b**** ed? Gimme back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to wiling out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catching a good old-fashioned
Passionate ass-whooping and getting your shoes coat and your hat tooken?
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of d***
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you s in public
I'ma love it.. (hahaha)
Vanilla Ice don't like me (uh-uh)
Said some s*** in Vibe to spite me (yup)
Then went and dyed his hair just like me (hehe)
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screaming, "I don't care, just bite me" (nah nah)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4-year-old boy or girl
Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Em was a real rap stan
I'm sure the shiny suit era pissed him off more than people realize
Mistah FAB ghost ride it
Pull up hop out
All in one motion
Dancing on the hood
While the car still rollin
Stuntin shinin
Flamboastin
On one high
Off that potion
Windows down
Feet out of it
Damn that boys high
He’s out of it
Thizzin' to grittin and gridin
Ice in his mouth
you know he big timin'
Chevys, Buicks, Regals
and Ribbys though
First one I seen ghost ride
was Critty Bo
Goin' dumb
party like Diddy do
Mistah FAB
I'm the prince of the city, ho
Ghost ride, ghost ride
Em was a real rap stan
I'm sure the shiny suit era pissed him off more than people realize
I love Hip-Hop too but the shiny suit era also produced good music. How could anyone hate something as fun and feel good as this?
Mistah FAB ghost ride it
Pull up hop out
All in one motion
Dancing on the hood
While the car still rollin
Stuntin shinin
Flamboastin
On one high
Off that potion
Windows down
Feet out of it
Damn that boys high
He’s out of it
Thizzin' to grittin and gridin
Ice in his mouth
you know he big timin'
Chevys, Buicks, Regals
and Ribbys though
First one I seen ghost ride
was Critty Bo
Goin' dumb
party like Diddy do
Mistah FAB
I'm the prince of the city, ho
Ghost ride, ghost ride
First Mistah Fab song I memorized was
I love Hip-Hop too but the shiny suit era also produced good music. How could anyone hate something as fun and feel good as this?
!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvxYBF7H0dAthat song rips
but this one tho
that song rips
but this one tho
That's another one I love but I completely get what you're saying
First Mistah Fab song I memorized was
!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnTCDuE8M3ASlept on rapper in general
Slept on rapper in general
facts. the bay area has a lot of them but if you know you know
steez verse on killuminati