Pimp c - one day (arguably the most gangster rap song ever) I'm up early cuz aint enough light in the day time, smoked two sweets, sold 3 chickens, before the forth ill cock my nine. Simple verse but when you actually listen to the song he straight killed this verse R.I.P
Hyyerr by Kid Cudi w/ Chip Tha Ripper Chip Tha Ripper A ***** like me be so gone Eyes so low that a ***** gotta throw his locs on Wonder what them folks on? That's what they be asking Dumb kush we smokes on Smell it when a ***** pass And, we getting to the cash And, you can see a ***** shining Just a little gold, a couple hoes Couple two-three diamonds Up in the hood where you find them Unless he out on the road Every show gotta bag for the blow And patron all my *****s getting throw'd Like they 'posed to, cause life is short & filled with lots of grief and doubt So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out & free my scalp I mean I free my mind A puff at a time I'm up all the time I'm up on the grind So a red bull and a blunt would be fine Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time Just wanna relax & think of a rhyme Don't really like sippin' cause I get to trippin' My *****, just roll up a heep of that pine And only bring a little bit for the trip just in case we get blurped by 5-0 'Sir you look hy' - I know, but I prefer my eyes low KiD CuDi They say easy friend There you go talking 'bout weed again Prolly cause of the weed in him Yes and no, cause and effect is what most don't know Doing bad or like Mike say 'I could be doing wrong' Forgot about the obvious context of song But your brain where it belong Cant we just all get a bong and tag along And we float We kids with hope Better to cope when you smoke Dog, please don't miss what a ***** tryna get you thinking 'bout We outside because my momma in the house Puff puff pass with yo bitch ass back in high school smoke weed when I cut class And now I'm an addict, tragic Stay rolling up while reclining Happy looking down see my Jesus piece shining Good look yeezy now I stay blinded by that light Somebody pass me that shell to the right Yes, I'm going I'll be outtie and you can find me I'll be chilling back, I'll be chilling jack (and let's go) the "N" word with the ending that rhymes with jiggah, is the word that was censored.
Yelawolf- Throw It Up I already got 2 cars on the yard that don’t run So why would I wanna break shit down for you Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick The f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you munch If I’m not hardly the one, you must be barely the one Baby really, you kidding, bitch I’m the prodigal son And I’m stuntin like my daddy d-dr-d-drinkin’ like my mama Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump And I’m in a blue Chevy, running over muthafuckas in first I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet I’m outta this earth, right (yeah hoe) But I just hit the surface And I’m bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk Where the keys? Bitch you better check your purse I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I’m feeling I might just hit the curb So get the fuck outta my way, buddy you don’t wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit! Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch The song makes less sense than I though but I don't think these lyrics are 100% and it sounds like a fucking orgasm. Here's another sickie from Yelawolf's new album. These lyrics here kick fucking ass... Animal Here we go, Alabamas own buddy Promenade. And I’m in the zone now Everybody, bringing em home baby Tour da stage. Slick Rick E. Bobby in a Nascar Runnin up on motherfuckers like I’m in a bar Cinnamon, a motherfuckers in a cookie jar Be the late night snack, I’m Santa Clause Down to Panama beach, Drunk in my underalls Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra? I ain’t bothered by your triple D’s, not at all Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk Wanna get the party bumping let me do my thing Get the marijuana plant need watering Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling Know what I mean, Butterbean bada bada bing Trashy white, pass the mic, Yeah I’m doing ‘em dirty Fists start pumping when I’m in the lights, like I’m rapping in Jersey Never get elegant in elementary, never learned to write in cursive Raised by the country B-Boys, I’m elegantly perfect Rack it in, pack ‘em in, to the back again, rap it up Rap it in, sicker than a pack of 10 mini thins You’ll get when I win but I won’t lose In fact I’m gonna win, win again with another hand Here’s another hand, here’s another hand Dealer can I get another hand Heres a hand, king king king king king Bitch, Yelavision and the dirty south and you know we gettin green bitch eh
I like the redneck image, I'm not a redneck myself but I think he has some sick beats and the man has mad fucking flow. Check out Animal, Box Chevy, That's What We On Now... He has a lot of good songs in my opinion but I don't listen to much rap, so think what you want. My other favorite rapper is Tech N9ne.
Show me where I said that. White trailer park rapper is the gayest possible genre choice if your going to be a rapper. Redneck is pretty lame in the first place, rapping rednecks are just completely retarded. Not to mention he sucks too lmao.
Lmao that's why I reread everything and deleted that before you responded... Also, thanks for being pleasant. /sarcasm Not going to waste anymore time on hating trolls.
[quote name='"olylongbord11"']Hyyerr by Kid Cudi w/ Chip Tha Ripper Chip Tha Ripper A ***** like me be so gone Eyes so low that a ***** gotta throw his locs on Wonder what them folks on? That's what they be asking Dumb kush we smokes on Smell it when a ***** pass And, we getting to the cash And, you can see a ***** shining Just a little gold, a couple hoes Couple two-three diamonds Up in the hood where you find them Unless he out on the road Every show gotta bag for the blow And patron all my *****s getting throw'd Like they 'posed to, cause life is short & filled with lots of grief and doubt So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out & free my scalp I mean I free my mind A puff at a time I'm up all the time I'm up on the grind So a red bull and a blunt would be fine Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time Just wanna relax & think of a rhyme Don't really like sippin' cause I get to trippin' My *****, just roll up a heep of that pine And only bring a little bit for the trip just in case we get blurped by 5-0 'Sir you look hy' - I know, but I prefer my eyes low KiD CuDi They say easy friend There you go talking 'bout weed again Prolly cause of the weed in him Yes and no, cause and effect is what most don't know Doing bad or like Mike say 'I could be doing wrong' Forgot about the obvious context of song But your brain where it belong Cant we just all get a bong and tag along And we float We kids with hope Better to cope when you smoke Dog, please don't miss what a ***** tryna get you thinking 'bout We outside because my momma in the house Puff puff pass with yo bitch ass back in high school smoke weed when I cut class And now I'm an addict, tragic Stay rolling up while reclining Happy looking down see my Jesus piece shining Good look yeezy now I stay blinded by that light Somebody pass me that shell to the right Yes, I'm going I'll be outtie and you can find me I'll be chilling back, I'll be chilling jack (and let's go) the "N" word with the ending that rhymes with jiggah, is the word that was censored.[/quote] this was my song when this came out the things cudi rapped about i was goin thru at that point in my life all is well now and chipper killled this shyt. never found a chip the ripper track like the way he ripped this beat.
Too much pot in the brownie pan Got me baked faster than the brownies, man Have you ever been high from the inside out? On the lawn in my boxers like the insides out Carjack a Care Bear and just ride out In one of them cloud whips with the OnStar chip I’m so high, I hope you understand this shit Jane was plain til’ I ate her then she came too quick Drink water while I’m rhyming but I still can’t spit My mouth is pure cotton like a t-shirt coughin’ If baked means potato then my brain is au gratin Talkin to myself with my neighbors all watchin But going in the house proves way too hard When I fall in the front door and land in the back yard Physics don’t apply, midgets in the sky Skippin’ round my head saying” “Negro you so high!” Damn. Deacon Said I’m eye to eye with sky Gods beside Horus Feeling like that white man singing in the chorus How’d I grow to be the tallest tree in the forest Without putting green in a shell like a tortoise, huh? Rigormortised, higher than a lions chin If this was symphonies I’m way up there with violins If its a choir then, saprano octaves In an opera, where God lives Look, I know I’m soundin like a liar but These brownies are angel sex, got a n*gga high as fuck I smoke trees’ins through all four seasons But I’m like gas prices, high for no reason Call a nurse your boys higher than Google Earth And if I fell the impact would put me through the dirt So let me zoom in, and get my zoom on This weed is Neil Armstrong I’m on the moon blown Never come down (The brownie Song) Cunninlynguists
ohh i 4got the verse lol Bizzy Bone - Fried Day (3rd verse) Thug that talking till we love that love that That Don't legalize cause they know we can Gettin high just to get by Through all the suicides and homicides And genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply And chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood And it would rain And it ain't all were it ain't all and it ain't all and It ain't all good I started at eleven stealing weed from coppers And even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the Reefer Neva mess with white girl but I roll those white Boys *****s come out the pen and they roll some tight Joints tight joints My shit is swollen you shouldn't be rolling Living on green leaves that will make your heart Bleed Just go and let me split up the weed and be silent And sober No jocking when the neighbors door is open you want to Come over We smocking toking and now we chocking toking and then we chocking Chocking chocking Chocking chocking chocking chocking chocking I'm so hi
yea, chips REALLY good live, saw them in june. Ive always been able to relate to kid cudi, so i love him
More gangster shit by brotha lynch - around here - Wait a minute, ni...***** its ill Y-n-c-h made your cranium swell South side sacramento to the depths of hell We some gang bangers takin many steps to jail We some gang aimers, garden block bangers, throat danglin Paintin 'em, put a thang in 'em, aimin 'em, aint no playin with em I put sac on the map, me, x and c bo Throwin up the garden, if your trippin you can bleed slow Right out the 6 4, I'm skitso, and I got so many pistols see I'm no billy crystal I'm more along the lines of joe peshi Mesh wit me or get murked with the old teffy Check with me, we could do it like the old west, no vest, put a hole in your chest Something like the dro, they grow in the west, I'm a necro...philiac, out the realiac, sickly Soon as you fade the block I'm runnin all up in they kidneys I dont need features I'm the main feature, gang teacher, I complete my album then u can bleed yours Neva been a followa, always been a leader, receiver, body bleeda, and thats just the procedure
Lil Wayne - Money to Blow Well I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power Come to VIP and get a champagne shower I don't have to worry because every thing ours And I got a big bouquet of Mary-Jane's flowers That Kush I promise that's my dude but we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women, make you take a second look We poppin' like champagne bottles but we never shook And we gonna be alright if we put Drake on every hook
Lynch - I got that ***** for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4 Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy Mo' bodies done been in that trunk than in the cemetary and the mortuary Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank Shot to my brothers house and got them *****z high It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the ***** six we was off that chocolate thai And all that time that 187 was on my mind Shot the man in cold blood and I knew his momma saw the drive-by Design, and there ain't no tv until you see me On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee ***** we in the back of the 69 Cut', and it's so foggy Paranoia done got me on my strap and I'm a fiend for raw meat They say all *****z talk about is murderin and gettin high But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine Chorus 2X With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest [ From: BROTHA LYNCH HUNG - SITUATION ON DIRTY LYRICS ] I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out Ya fuck with the wrong *****, I wish my brother was out Goood fuckin song to get high to
U Kno Wut It Is Homeboi I Say Ma Hood Is A Mess The OGs done Got Dressed, wit they red They heard the lil homie got Wet So The A Ks Sprayin Blood For The Young Blood You Kno Us ***** Its Ridin In Us We Fly 25s On Them New Trucks We High Till We Die You Cant See Puffs G 4 Burnin Purple Bush On That Cush Leanin On That Lean And Them Guns Stay Put Stuntin on them bitches In God we trust I Eat My Whole Body I Dont Give A Muthafuck We Did The New Grill Iced Out Block Cut Like Father Like Son Reall *****s Stand Up Im Wall Paper Dawg I Hustle In The Fog Slept With The Gater Roll Wit Gorillas built real *****s A Cash Money ***** Young Money ***** We The Real Go Gettas Believe Dat Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die Gots To Be A G Till The Day That I Die Gots To Be A G Real *****s Stand Up Gots To Be A G O Gs Stand Up Gots To Be A G Im Here ***** Gots To Be A G(Haha)Till The Day That I Die [Lil Keke:] Fuck A Daploma I'm smuthered in the Dro aroma Still On Probation If I piss then Im a gonner Catch A Pistol Case Before I Leave It At The Crib Welcome to Herschel Wood Souljas Get It How They Live A Million Blocks But They All End At One Road The Streets A Muthafuckin Ride Till The Car Expload *****s Loose Your Vest Im Takin Head Shots Fuck A New Story Evidence and sub plots Preasure Bust A Pipe Kept It Real And Stayed At It Them Ol Snitch *****s Know the game and still ratted Im At The Weed House With 20 Bags And 3 For 10 I had a closed mind Wouldnt Listen Back Then Stuck In One Spot Trynna Learn To Manage Money Fuck dem Air Jordans The Sky Aint For Ever Sunny Keep A Full Clip Jackers Might Wanna Visit Imma G Chasin Down The Same Meal Ticket Kno Wut Im Sayin?(Dats Rite)
We smokes (we smokes) our grass (our grass) And sometimes it's laced with hash (not laced with hash) They shakes (they shakes) they ass (they ass) And sometimes we take they cash (we take they cash) Her name was Ronnda She liked Marijuana And let me hit it in the back of her honda That afgani hash come in handy With a hat to the side big d in the ride take you out your panties Her name was Ronnda She liked Ganja And let me hit it in the back of her honda That afgani hash come in handy With a hat to the side big d in the ride take you out your panties
Kendrick Lamar, Savage C, Curren$y. ALl have some great songs to smoke to Kendrick raw tho pretty underated IMO
" You think you got the bomb cause I rolled you a joint ? I smoke with all mine, babygirl whats yo point ? " spitta theres a million better ones but thats what just came to me
[quote name='"SmokeyH"']" You think you got the bomb cause I rolled you a joint ? I smoke with all mine, babygirl whats yo point ? " spitta theres a million better ones but thats what just came to me[/quote] Don't front, you in the back of a long line. Tryna get in but only members inside. Anyway. Only bring a lil dip for the trip just incase we get stopped by 5-O. "Son you look high." I know but I prefer my eyes low. -Hyyerr by Cudi ft Chip Tha Ripper