the-big-lepowski
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I was bored this summer and thought Getto Boys needed some updating. I got down to the highlighted part. Please contribute some thoughtful lyrics, preferably rhyming and in a similar tempo. Major karma for the first one to sing it to this instrumental.
StartFragment Man Motherfuckers just, follow-cama bro around That's real Some shit though, fuck thesee-heaths {?} nigga, racing motherfuckers,man! [Scarface] I don't wanna no more, but I know that if I stop I'll be another shredderheaded to heaven, hangin with ShaneThese motherfuckers look atme like I'm a gaperMakin threats to my industry,dawg we’re in danger Who do you call when these resortswant you dead and they hit these jibbin’newschoolers and skiers make a pledge So I nollie on and throw a k-fed,all my homies switch up over street setsCaught up on the kinks, 270on/off 25 stair rails are themandatory hucksMy ski community gets treatedlike they ignant fucksWhy are them pullin’twin-tipper’s passes?Got a J.O.I. on the inviteand everybody Homies and nigs seperatedfrom they shred-sticksSki towns are divided, boughtout by corporate pricks. If it's yours, say it'syours, retake a communityWhen you was out here gettin'money from it everything was fine Now you cryin' in your jailcell, stressin' on the case And the D.A. is at a niggaevery single day I can see it in your face, inthe middle of your soul You in question of yourmanhood homey - keep it cold [Chorus: repeat 2X] We don't talk to patrol, wedon't ski in control We don't heed courtesy “Slow”signs, we ride switch We bomb down the hill, we skip pricy burgers in the lodge, I was born in the Ski Code, fullquiver in the garage. [Scarface] See I be on some street shit,don't talk to patrolI won't ride a lift with someambassador who be bitchin’ About them pants, saggin’round my knees.I'm an afterbangin’ jibberthrough and through, never bashed gates.Know a freeskier whose namewas Jon, Sat it out while da boys wasseshin’ his kicker A Lambo on his mind and hisactions said the same Told a cracker tell your masmmysuck his dick and see Rick James Ain't no motherfuckin' sport,we been livin' this for real When the big resorts beworking, real dirtbags never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rappin' but the homey Lil' Pots can't get out Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes Now you showin' up in court, testifyin' for the state [Chorus] [Scarface] I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way Know a nigga tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate Still stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked Only connect the real, stayin' down with the true I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin'niggas need this songEndFragment
StartFragment Man Motherfuckers just, follow-cama bro around That's real Some shit though, fuck thesee-heaths {?} nigga, racing motherfuckers,man! [Scarface] I don't wanna no more, but I know that if I stop I'll be another shredderheaded to heaven, hangin with ShaneThese motherfuckers look atme like I'm a gaperMakin threats to my industry,dawg we’re in danger Who do you call when these resortswant you dead and they hit these jibbin’newschoolers and skiers make a pledge So I nollie on and throw a k-fed,all my homies switch up over street setsCaught up on the kinks, 270on/off 25 stair rails are themandatory hucksMy ski community gets treatedlike they ignant fucksWhy are them pullin’twin-tipper’s passes?Got a J.O.I. on the inviteand everybody Homies and nigs seperatedfrom they shred-sticksSki towns are divided, boughtout by corporate pricks. If it's yours, say it'syours, retake a communityWhen you was out here gettin'money from it everything was fine Now you cryin' in your jailcell, stressin' on the case And the D.A. is at a niggaevery single day I can see it in your face, inthe middle of your soul You in question of yourmanhood homey - keep it cold [Chorus: repeat 2X] We don't talk to patrol, wedon't ski in control We don't heed courtesy “Slow”signs, we ride switch We bomb down the hill, we skip pricy burgers in the lodge, I was born in the Ski Code, fullquiver in the garage. [Scarface] See I be on some street shit,don't talk to patrolI won't ride a lift with someambassador who be bitchin’ About them pants, saggin’round my knees.I'm an afterbangin’ jibberthrough and through, never bashed gates.Know a freeskier whose namewas Jon, Sat it out while da boys wasseshin’ his kicker A Lambo on his mind and hisactions said the same Told a cracker tell your masmmysuck his dick and see Rick James Ain't no motherfuckin' sport,we been livin' this for real When the big resorts beworking, real dirtbags never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rappin' but the homey Lil' Pots can't get out Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes Now you showin' up in court, testifyin' for the state [Chorus] [Scarface] I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way Know a nigga tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate Still stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked Only connect the real, stayin' down with the true I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin'niggas need this songEndFragment
