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wang_bong

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i mean i always have, but i saw something just a minute ago that really stood out. in the MAN-BEAR-PIG thread, just some random talk is going on, and out of nowhere, allornothing posts, "rabble rabble rabble" and it made me laugh.

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Get up man, wake up

What time is it man?

Yo, its late

What time is it?

don’t worry about it, it’s late

Fuck man, this dirty motherfuckers gonna yell at at me again?

Just go, just go

Im sick of this job man

don’t forget your keys

I should call in sick, no no, I should call in dead

Dude you need this job

Never have to see this place again

What are you talking about?

Slug cant come in hes dead

Dude you need this job, dude

late for work (fuck)

wearing a wrinkled shirt (fuck)

id love to set this place on fire

let the sprinkles work

then thatd be me getting fired

instead ill get stoned

arrive late

and pretend that im tired

do you need a book of matches with those?

would you like a bag?

thank you, have a nice day, i hope you fuckers gag

i pity the fool that pays twice the price for our shit

they could save cash and take their lazy ass to the super market

theres that chick from last month

remember the one that couldnt figure out

which side to pump her gas from

shes coming in, ive got a grin

cause tonights the night

yo toots, my nametag might be crooked

but your looking alright

we all pulling a hard days labor

gas, milk, soda, bread, porno mags, and newspapers

back here got the condoms

over the counter drugs

listerine for the drunks, robotusin for the gutter punks

and everyday i look into that mirror

im trying to see myself a little bit clearer

i never notice any progress

although ill be here again to look tomorrow

im just a cashier in a convience store

selling cigarettes and beer between cleaning floors

ive seen it all without leaving this counter place

people, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space

and everyday i show up and sell you your soul

we both inch a little closer to where we're trying to go

you only land for a moment then resume the race

people, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space

and ive got your pass to paradise

you can escape all these other parasites

with just one buck, a little luck, you might, yah right

i suggest you go home and check your fahrenheit

you aint gonna get rich

your stuck here just like me

the only difference is your drug is the lottery

the lotto got your mind sometimes your last dime

use your fingernails to scratch off 3 of a kind

and ive got your pass to paradise

and id love to ask you babe wheres your life

wonder how you can be so high and still be scared of heights

but i stop cause the customers always right (ya right)

must take a lunch break before i snap on the next cat

that doesnt know what they need

gimmie a cigarette, a poison apple, i dont care

id be happy to just go outside and choke on the seeds

im just a cashier in a convience store

selling cigarettes and beer between cleaning floors

ive seen it all without leaving this counter place

people, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space

and everyday i show up and sell you your soul

we both inch a little closer to where we're trying to go

you only land for a moment then resume the race

people, freaks, demons and creatures from outer space

seems like everything happens on the retail night shift

been robbed, had fights, caught fools trying to shop lift

one time some kid got shot in the parking lot

and the cops only come to surround the coffee pot

after bars close, freaks come out the wood work

all drunk and dumb, trying to play their game

takes patience to deal with iniebriated jerks

but i smile cause theyre the easiest ones to short change

the runners trade me dime bags for squares

the crack heads offer blowjobs for beers

i watch the clock in my head tick tock so slow

and wait for the time to get the fuck out of here

white collar, blue collar, dont care, gimmie a dollar

either way its all the same for only seven something an hour

your all a bunch of monsters, you live in hell

just waiting for these products to go on sale

the best customers are the ones thats just passing through

asking for directions, gassing up with fuel

i swear to god some day im gonna live that way

with no one to answer to and no more dues to pay

i hate you but i love you

dont know what i think of you

i cant seem to shake you from my life

just pay me and save me

before you drive me crazy

dont know if i can take another night

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"Ridin"

(feat. Krayzie Bone)

[Chorus]

They see me rollin

They hatin

Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud

I'm swangin

They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty

Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]

Police think they can see me lean

I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen

When you see me ride by they can see the glean

And my shine on the deck and the TV screen

Ride with a new chick, she like hold up

Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola

Turn a jacker into a coma

Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone

Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies

Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies

Laws of patrolling you know they hate me

Music turned all the way up until the maximum

I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some

But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum

Security cell, I'm grippin oak

Music loud and tippin slow

Twist and twistin like hit this dough

Pull up from behind and is in his throat

Windows down gotta stop pollution

CDs change niggas like who is that producing?

This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin

Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]

I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus

I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man

Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind

Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt

And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck

I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls

Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all

Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo

I gotta get back to backstreets

Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep

Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key

With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all

But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all

Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark

Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]

Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go

Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower

A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drink and dro

So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin

Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin

Cause they denyin is racial profiling

Houston, TX you can check my tags

Pull me over try to check my slab

Glove compartment gotta get my cash

Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast

And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude

When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood

I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw

You can't arrest me plus you can't sue

This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU

I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known

Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome

Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone

Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on

[Chorus 2x]
 
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