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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:31 pm
"Awesome! Who's the champ?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:33 pm
*Jed started to play his gutiar and sound the metal version of enemy.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:33 pm
* "Snap Ya Fingers" blared in the background as stagehands were getting crunk and hyphy.*
What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean paul? What's happenin'?
Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out
Now let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go!
[Hook: (2x)]
Snap ya fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
[Lil Jon:]
Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it
do a step wit it, put your hips wit it,
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up
Got da purp fired up
What's happenin', what's up
Got Patrone in my cup
I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank
I'm blowed, to tha do'
don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home
[Hook: (2x)]
[E-40:]
Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A'
Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' on some Rossi, dyin' off Patrone
VIP status, strapped wit my chrome
Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' from side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move
***** where I'm from, we like to go dumb
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done
I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace
Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it
Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
I's nuthin to a boss, I can do tha s**t too
[Hook: (2x)]
[Sean Paul:]
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here
Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin'
Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock b***h!
Reppin' my block b***h!, straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't ******** wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this
Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town'
(and if you ain't know) this how it go down
[Hook: (2x)]
Hey! Hey!
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:34 pm
Bad walked around with his kendo stick in hand.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:34 pm
RandyKeithOrton "Awesome! Who's the champ?" They're still deciding the champion. *HBK shrugged as he watched people getting hyphy.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:34 pm
*Lita stops walking for a moment to stare at the stage hands who were going insane.* "Okaaaaay... I'm not even going to ask." *She shakes her head and keeps walking.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:35 pm
"Woah Hyphy music..." Mike knew all thwe music there were he grabbed a mcirophone "Well here's how you do it in Linkin park!"
Faint Linkin Park
am
A little bit of loneliness
A little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints
But I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars
I am
What I want you to want
What I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
So I
Let go watching you
Turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here cause
You are all that I've got
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
I am
A little bit insecure
A little unconfident
'Cause you don't understand
I do what I can
But sometimes I don't make sense
I am
What you never want to say
But I've never had a doubt
But it's like no matter what I do
I can't convince you
For once just to hear me out
So I
Let go
Watching you
Turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here cause you're all that I got
(got)
(got)
(got)
(got)
(got)
I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Noooowwww!
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me
Like it or not
Right now
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me
Like it or not
Right now
I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored!
I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
This damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
I can't feel
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored..
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:36 pm
*The stagehands stopped and started rocking with Linkin Park.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:37 pm
(( Alrighty what is going on? Is this a live performance? ))
Bad grabbed a cup of coffee and started to drink it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:37 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:38 pm
((It's just for fun.))
*Yay Area rappers E-40 and Keak Da Sneak walked into the room.*
Hook] x2
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Verse 1: E-40]
Uugh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em
I aint got none, but I’m planning on growing some
Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb
Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones (eeerrrrr)
Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb)
Talking on my ghettro on the way to the store
... My 2nd or 3rd trip
Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips
Dr. Greenthumb lift, just to ease my thoughts
Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch
The moon is full, look at the dark clouds
Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland go wild... Ta-dow
I don’t bump mainstream, I knock underground
All that other s**t, sugar-coated and watered down
I’m from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb
From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from
[Hook] x2
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]
I’m off that 18 dummie juice
.... Like a mayne, labeled the Black Zeus
King of the super dooper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy)
And your wifey, she don’t like me (like me, like me, like me, like me)
From the Bay to the A
Put me in the back wood, Swisher sweet bud, go to the store
it's good it's dope its just some s**t I wrote, I said they couldn’t be saved by John the pope (the pope)
I slid past on the gas, bitches looking at me
It’s good, it’s good like the granddaddy
Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty
Or zig-zagged... pass me a big old fatty
.... I drink white, with a s*N*ow bunny
Talking big s**t in the scrapper, going hella dummy
1800, JOSE CUERVO
Yaddadamean, yaddada I’m saying though
[Hook] x2
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
[Outro: E-40]
[x4] Ghost-ride the whip
[x8] Now... Scrape
[x4] Put your stunna shades on
[x2] Now... Gas, brake, dip, dip
[x4] Shake them dreads
[x4] Let me see you show your grill
[x4] Now... Thizz face
[x4] Doors open, mayne
[x4] Now... Watch em swang
[x2] Go stupid, go (dumb, dumb)
[Hook] x2
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go...
Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb uugh
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:40 pm
bradland012 (( Alrighty what is going on? Is this a live performance? )) Bad grabbed a cup of coffee and started to drink it. (I posted in the ring.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:40 pm
*Jed stopped and then sat down and listen to linkin' park well relaxing.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:41 pm
Mike smirked and started to sing another song but this time Jay Z Came!
Numb/Encore Linkin Park
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, ***** make some noise
Get em Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the ******** you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, ***** make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for
[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So ******** if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:43 pm
(( Oh alrighty then. ))
Bad saw HBK and Shinoda and said " Yo why don't you try some of this? "
Goin' Down by Yung Joc featuring Nitty
[Lil Boi]
This a nitty beat (boing)
[Nitty]
Here we go again
Ghettoville u.s.a (uh Oh)
You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
I gotta introduce you to another motherf**ker out my squad right (who dis n***a mane)
Dis n***a go by the name of jock (jock?)
He resides in collegepark (collegepark cp)
But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)
We gotta give y'all a hit (huh)
[Verse 1]
n***az in my face
Damn near er' day
Ask a million questions like
Joc where ya stay
Tell 'em collegepark
Where they chop cars
Get 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
Just bought a zone j's on my feet
I'm on that patrone so get like me
69' cutlass wit the bucket seats
Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If ya girl choose let her do her thang
Just like her mama nice a** nice brain
Er'body love me I'm so fly
n***az throw the deuces er'time I ride by
I know ya wonder why
I'm so cool
Dont ask me just do what cha do (ok)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down
[verse 2]
Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben franks
When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work make the block bump
Boys in the hood call me black donald trump
Dope boi magic seven days a week
Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
Lights camera action when I walk through the door
n***az know my crew we ceritifed stars
Vallet in the front bout 35 cars
b***hes in the back
Black beamer coups
Girls likein' girls time to recruit
If ya got a problem say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Time to set it off let these n***a know
Have ya every seen a chevy wit the butterfly doors?
I ride real slow no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet
Feds on my trail but they don't think i know
I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em look 'em in they eye
Ask 'em how I know its me suprise!
Put it in the air rep where ya stay
Take a step back blow the kush in they face
Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats
I'ma make it rain n***a I ain't scared to share it
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yung Joc...
Nitty strikes again
This a Nitty beat
Playmaker
So So Def motherf**ker
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