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Finigan
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Joined: 11 Oct 2002
Posts: 3817
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 Posted: 05/06/03 - 19:37 Post subject: Stupidest song ever.
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I was just listening to the radio when some rap song comes on. I usually don't bother listening to the lyrics, but they were just so stupid that they stood out.
| Quote: | | Can I get a WHAT WHAT for all my ladies who don't love players without dubz! |
What the f**k is this shit? So basically the song is encouraging ladies who ONLY love men with gaudy peices of useless metal attached to the sides of their car? So some guy who makes like.. 15,000 dollars a year working at KFC in the ghetto should go out and buy 3000-5000 dollar peices of metal to attach to his 200 dollar cadillac instead of paying child support for his 15 children because women won't like him unless he has "dubz".
It just blows my mind how stupid some of these rap lyrics are. I don't think i've ever heard a rap song since about.. 1992 that has an actual message, or that doesn't feature the word hoe, pimp, playa, thug, shortie, or bling bling.
You don't even need to be creative as a rapper, you just hire some guy to make a nice beat then basically throw in a couple cookie cutter rap phrases and you're finished.
Rap is stupid.
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Clevinger
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Joined: 11 Oct 2002
Posts: 3765
Location: Austin
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Posted: 05/06/03 - 19:41 Post subject:
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.......buuuut Jay-Z has mad flow~
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Barnacle Bob
RealPoor Guru
Joined: 11 Oct 2002
Posts: 2135
Location: WHO KNOWS WHERE I'LL TURN UP!
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Posted: 05/06/03 - 19:45 Post subject:
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it's time for the ignition (remix)
Now, usualy i dont do this but uh... give em a lil preview of the remix
no im not tryin to be rude,
but hey pretty girl im feelin you
the way you do the things you do
remind me of my Lexus coup
thats why im all up in yo grill
tryina get you to a hotel
you must be a foot ball coach
the way you got me playin the field
now gimme that toot toot
and i'll give you that beep beep
runnin her hands through my 'fro
bouncin on 24's
while they say on the radio...
[chorus]
this is the remix to ignition
hot and fresh out the kitchen
mama rollin that body
got evey man in her wishin
sippin on coke and rum
im like so what im drunk
its the freakin weekend baby
im about to have me some fun
(Let me see you) Bounce-
bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
(Now let me see you) Bounce-
bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce
now its like murder she wrote
once i get you out them clothes
privacy is on the door
still they can hear you screamin more
girl im feelin what you feelin
no more hopin and wishin
im bout to take my key and
stick it in the ignition
so gimme that toot toot
and i'll give you that beep beep
runnin her hands through my 'fro
bouncin on 24's
while they say on the radio...
this is the remix to ignition
hot and fresh out the kitchen
mama rollin that body
got evey man in her wishin
sippin on coke and rum
im like so what im drunk
its the freakin weekend baby
im about to have me some fun
crystall poppin in the stretch navigator
we got food every where
as if the party was catored
we got fellas to my left
honnies on my right
we bring em both together we got drinkin all night
then after the show its the (after party)
and after the party its the (hotel lobby)
and round about 4 you gotta (clear the lobby)
then head take it to the room and freak somebody
can i get a toot toot
can i get a beep beep
runnin her hands through my 'fro
bouncin on 24's
while they say on the radio...
this is the remix to ignition
hot and fresh out the kitchen
mama rollin that body
got evey man in her wishin
sippin on coke and rum
im like so what im drunk
its the freakin weekend baby
im about to have me some fun
girl we off in this jeep
foggin windows up
blastin the radio
in the back of my truck
bouncin up and down
stroke it round and round
to the remix
we just thuggin it out...
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Finigan
RealPoor Guru
Joined: 11 Oct 2002
Posts: 3817
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Posted: 05/06/03 - 19:49 Post subject:
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Jay-Z P Pronunciation Key (jaey-zee)
n.
1. A no-talent ass clown
2. refer to hack
usage
Fo' u b trippin, dat neegroh Jay-Z is da shiznit!
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Akronn
RealPoor Master of Posts
Joined: 11 Oct 2002
Posts: 8752
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Posted: 05/06/03 - 19:51 Post subject:
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I enjoy some of Eminem, but he needs to find a new subject. I'm tired of hearing his life story again... and again...
The rest suck, especially the newer stuff.
In Da Club? Horrendous
Ignition? Can't get too much more inane. (coke and rum is for gays anyways)
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Sunkorzien
Sir Postalot
Joined: 14 Oct 2002
Posts: 1443
Location: New Orleans
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Posted: 05/06/03 - 20:00 Post subject:
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Ooh you know we pepper you
with a sonic assault a side step a you
I cannot think of a better way
that we could celebrate freedom
than make up a set of goals and cold beat 'em
see dumb verbal tags like audio spaghetti
give a shout out to the one they call Yeti
I bet he put the cabash on any foes whatsoever
like original brodel Trevor
positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley
Scotch Ralston shows up if you're lucky
Ad Raspler the sweed, a friend in deed
he's keeping an eye on the other guy's greed
these are 311 characters I dubbed everyone
the story ain't over but my rhyme is done
Dig it, it was the year that I first touched ground
so I grabbed the microphone and I got down
just like James Brown
gather round of our sight and sound
pound for pound we throw down rather profound
i'll put you in another world I can't hear you
like having phone **** with a deaf girl
no doubt we got the jams that'll smack ya
I penned three books of lyrics 2 for action 1 for backup
'cuz I'm a cold rockin' brother got transistor tunes
and it feels real good to get close to you
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it's at
the brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat
the goal is to be a poet and a carpenter
to be one who loves to be one who works
the nazz not something that can be given
the brodel is inside you it comes from within
When I feel into the sea
when the world came and kissed me
transformed my shit told the shark I was a dolphin
swam quick funny though pirranahs chilled and laughed at
the way that I took off my polka dots on top of that
the whales know I'm quick watch out
and I get funky fresh as for the fishes I'm lit luminous
I'm not nouveau techno I glow like a glacial
in skin that swims faster than speed I am I be
dropped out of nothing I will return to nothing
rotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rhythm
lover of animals damn I wanna hear 'em
aquatic my way I got soul shape
Well I'm 6 foot 3 and like Mohammed Ali
I float like a butterfly but sting like poison ivy
drive a '69 Lincoln suicide doors
around the town I'm slinking fat subs of course
we're the greatest show on earth
you know we turn it out daily
in and out of town like Barnum and Bailey
I know that is a simile but I couldn't resist
from Solomon Roadie for the PJ's I don't think he'll be p****d
I eat a cobb salad, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowder
chill with indica and Guinness steer clear of white powder
I run into my brother give him a pound and a yodel
they know my word is bond talkin' bout the brodels
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it's at
the brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat
the goal is to be a poet and a carpenter
to be one who loves to be one who works
the nazz is not something that can be given
the brodel is inside you it comes from within
And we're fresh dude just check my man P
he said I will not muddle my mind with impertinency
lost a lot in Vegas plays a lot of Sega
saw a phrase that he likes and put it on his leg
and we're fresh dude just check my man D
he said comin'in ruff and tuff all systems are tweakin'
people all over the world they must be thinkin'
all the shit that we kickin' our shoes must be stinkin'
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