You know me...

Yall know Harry too...

I'm an American bad arse, watch me kick
You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing grace
I'm gonna frick some hoes after I rock this place
Super fly, livin' double wide
Side car my glide so Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and flare
Got the long hair swingin', middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell so if you do
Give the next generation a big "frick you"
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said "frick high school", pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits
I know it stinks in here 'cause I'm the shite

This is an explain a poster through song lyrics thread. I excercise early in the morning and have a wide variety of music on my phone. Sometimes these threads are fun. Sometimes they just suck. That part also describes me as well.

I'm gonna need a Viagra

Who's down with OPP
Yeah

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You know me

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This is an explain a poster through song lyrics thread.

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They call me Hank.

I’m straight outta Compton, Muthu-F@#kers!!

LINK

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There I Ruined It

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I love that account.

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straight outta Compton

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Woke up quick, at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon

I said something about wanting to put the juice in my ride so I could get that front to back and side to side. My kid was like WTF dad? I had to explain to her that the song came out in 1987 and she ain't know nothing about all that.

Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they had tha tools
We should be takin' 'em
frick tha G-ride, I want the machines that are makin' em

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky arse shite like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home

Summertime and the living's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras M.G.
All people in the dance will agree
That we're well qualified to represent the LBC
Me, me and Louie, we gon' run to the party
Dance to the rhythm it gets harder
(And we can do it like this, in the place to be)

Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun

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I'm tired of all those lame-arse, tame-arse
Pre-fabricated, sorry excuses for singers and musicians
Who don't even write their own songs!
What the world needs now is a musical revolution
We need some rock, we need something that has balls!
We need something with substance, depth, something with soul, some edge, some passion, some power
shite, if it's gonna be mellow, frick, man
It better have something, it better mean something!
I'm telling you, you gotta hit 'em with something hard

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I'm so fricking tired with that shite that I'm hearing on the radio
Radio sucks!
The same frickin' songs over, and over again!
All the weak ones, all that disposable crap that isn't gonna matter in 3 months, it's just shite! It's crap

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