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itt; white kids trying to spit rhymes.

If only I could remember that rhyme thing I made at 6am this morning
Walk up in a bank, with an AK-47
brothers be saying "OH stuff ITS 9/11
Throw a grenaid up in da air
Blew up everything, except fo dis chair


itt; white kids trying to spit rhymes.

lol ikr crackas think dey can rime

Walk up in a bank, with an AK-47
brothers be saying "OH stuff ITS 9/11
Throw a grenaid up in da air
Blew up everything, except fo dis chair

Not bad.

I may be a white son of a bitch but I can rap when the time comes.

itt; white kids trying to spit rhymes.

lol that was the point, to see what rapping to whiteboy lyrics would sound like

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you left out the whole part about drinking orange juice in the plane or something. It was only in a couple episodes.
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Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
« Last Edit: July 03, 2012, 08:14:25 PM by Littledude »

Now this is the story all about how

I was gettin jiggy with it

in the wicky wicky wild wild wild west

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down,

old will smith songs were loving great
why has rap become so stuffty, it was pretty good in the early to mid 90s

rap is crap but the rhymes are fine and i can make one any time.

Kool-Aid and frozen pizza,
it's a work of art like the Mona Lisa.
White boy rhymes ^

It's the blockland forums, and it's really rad
Those users from badspot are pretty bad...
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