Enishi
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He alone is my rock, and my salvation; he is my fortress I will not be Shaken...
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Post by Enishi on Aug 23, 2005 16:58:27 GMT
I felt bored of all the music I was listening to, so I bought a new CD. And that CD, is the Red Light District by Ludacris
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Post by Master Bondora on Aug 23, 2005 16:59:08 GMT
I hate ludacris but that me.
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Renthous Vacvar
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You cannot kill what you did not create
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Post by Renthous Vacvar on Aug 23, 2005 17:01:37 GMT
I hate ludacris but that me. same here |
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Pele
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Post by Pele on Aug 23, 2005 17:04:11 GMT
ludacris is ok, im not much of a fan of him though
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Enishi
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Post by Enishi on Aug 23, 2005 17:40:06 GMT
The guy is a bit violent, but I needed somthing that hit like a fist in my face. This is one of his songs.
Get Back
Gi gi, whoop whoop, why you all in my ear? Talkin a whole bunch of shit that I ain't tryin to hear.
*Chorus* Get back Mutha fucka you don' know me like that... GET BACK MUTHA FUCKA YOU DON' KNOW ME LIKE THAT! *chorus*
Gi gi, whoop whoop, I ain't playin around. Make one false move I'll take you down!
*Chorus* Get back Mutha fucka you don' know me like that... GET BACK MUTHA FUCKA YOU DON' KNOW ME LIKE THAT! *chorus*
Say say, now c'mon c'mon. Don'!- get swung on swung on! It's the nick nack patty whack still ridin cadilacs, family's on the street made my homies put the baggies back. Still stack plaqs, still action packed and don- I keep it flippin like acrobats. Thats why i'm packin mac. And I won't crack a back. Cause all my waste has more heat then the shaq attack. But I ain't speak bout bowlin bowlin. But thinkin bout brawlin till yall start fallin. We all in together now, birds of a feather now, just bought a plane so we can change the weather now. so put your brakes on, caps put your capes on. Knock off your block, get dropped and have your face thrown. And I'll proove it, scratch off the music, like hey little stupied don't make me lose it!
Gi gi, whoop whoop why you all in my ear? Talkin a whole bunch of shit that I ain't tryin to hear!
*Chorus* Get back Mutha fucka you don' know me like that... GET BACK MUTHA FUCKA YOU DON' KNOW ME LIKE THAT! *chorus*
Gi gi, whoop whoop, I ain't playin around. Make one false move I'll take you down!
*Chorus* Get back Mutha fucka you don' know me like that... GET BACK MUTHA FUCKA YOU DON' KNOW ME LIKE THAT! *chorus*
1st voice: I came...
2nd voice: I came...
1st voice: I saw...
2nd: I saw...
1nd voice: I hit him right there in the jaw...
2nd: in the jaw...
1st voice: I came...
2nd voice: I came...
1st voice: I saw...
2nd: I saw...
1nd voice: I hit him right there in the jaw...
2nd: in the jaw...
1st voice: I came...
2nd voice: I came...
1st voice: I saw...
2nd: I saw...
1nd voice: I hit him right there in the jaw...
2nd: in the jaw...
See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab, caught him with an uppercut, kicked him in his ass. Sent him on the way, cause I aint for that talk and no trips to the county cause I ain't for that walk. We split like two pins at the end of a lane, we'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your fame.
That is part of the song. I'm to lazy to get the rest.
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