Guest ONYX Posted October 10, 2006 Report Share Posted October 10, 2006 This is not a competition thread, it's just a place where pimps and pimpettes (OG) can come and get their "flow on". This is no contest so there are no winners or losers, so feel free to express yourself. ~sneaky International Pimp and 3x Defending Freestyle Champion Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ONYX Posted October 10, 2006 Report Share Posted October 10, 2006 This is a classic poem I heard as a kid and it inspired me to become the Champion Pimp that I am today.......... [size=4][b]"The Bitch Betta Have My Money" The bitch betta have my money, through hail, rain, sleet or snow! Look at my face, does it look like I'm playin' hoe? I don't want some, not half, but all my cash. Cause if you don't, I'm gonna plant my foot dead in yo' ass!!!![/b][/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest whodey 85 Posted October 10, 2006 Report Share Posted October 10, 2006 [quote name='sneaky' post='361663' date='Oct 10 2006, 04:43 PM']This is not a competition thread, it's just a place where pimps and pimpettes (OG) can come and get their "flow on". This is no contest so there are no winners or losers, so feel free to express yourself. ~sneaky International Pimp and 3x Defending Freestyle Champion[/quote] This is such a good idea mayne, u dont kno how much this is gonna help me get feedback from yall. Ill put my songs that Im writin on here and I wanna hear what some of yall got to say. Good thinkin pops. and to ur poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rumble In the Jungle Posted October 10, 2006 Report Share Posted October 10, 2006 [size=4]"Trick or Treat" halloween this year fell on a weekend. me, sneaky, and jamie b are trick or treatin robbin little kids for bags... and sneaky collecting money from Danny's faggot ass! Danny boy came short on the cash ! then sneaky planted his foot dead in his ass! then we tripled teamed on him, dropping them motha fucking beez on him! home boi got it straight homie, his mind was just playing tricks on him.......[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest A-Men-HouseofPain Posted October 10, 2006 Report Share Posted October 10, 2006 [quote name='sneaky' post='361669' date='Oct 10 2006, 04:49 PM']This is a classic poem I heard as a kid and it inspired me to become the Champion Pimp that I am today.......... [size=4][b]"The Bitch Betta Have My Money" The bitch betta have my money, through hail, rain, sleet or snow! Look at my face, does it look like I'm playin' hoe? I don't want some, not half, but all my cash. Cause if you don't, I'm gonna plant my foot dead in yo' ass!!!![/b][/size][/quote] who is that by? (assuming its something popular since u heard it as a kid) it sounds dead on something 36mafia would release. [quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='361723' date='Oct 10 2006, 05:56 PM']"Trick or Treat" halloween this year fell on a weekend. me, sneaky, and jamie b are trick or treatin robbin little kids for bags... and sneaky collecting money from Danny's faggot ass! Danny boy came short on the cash ! then sneaky planted his foot dead in his ass! then we tripled teamed on him, dropping them motha fucking beez on him! home[b] [size=4]boi [/size][/b]got it straight homie, his mind was just playing tricks on him.......[/quote] FAGGOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest whodey 85 Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 Hood Story Talkin This a story mayne Somethin that happens everyday in the hood, listen Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 1 I used to b ignorant to death But now that ignorance has gone and its left Let me tell u a story, a story bout myself A story that gave me a feelin Ive never felt Me n my homeboy was rollin thro the hood Gettin crunk in the car, life was all good We rode pass a couple hoes, a couple liquoir sto's And yes of course some po's, yea, the 5-0s We stoped at a light, I look to my right I seen a couple dudes standin in the street light I asked them whut was good, is they feelin alright They all nuckled-up and came ova for a fight Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 2 They was like whut u sayin, do u want beef Cause we can throw down right here in the street My boy did somethin stupid he never shoulda done He reached down in his draws and pulled outta Gat gun He said then lets do the thing, lets get thoe'd Man I was just trippin hopein I wouldnt get poked They backed up for a second, This dude looked at his boi Then he grab out his pocket a fresh plastic toy Now this aint a toy that u buy at K-B Its the kinda one that throw that real hot heat He looked at us and said, we was bout to get fed, some real hot lead And held up his piece and pointed it at my head Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 3 I was sweatin bullets, thinkin whut could happen next I told the dude no problems, we aint got no plex But he was like nah, Im about to spit I hit the floor right quick and hoped I woudnt get hit I heard the gun go pop, it shot off in the air People startin buggin, shells was clankin everywhere From the ground I could see, the smoke startin to recede Whut I saw next mayne I couldnt believe There was my boy, layin in the street Smoke blowin from his chest, he was all full of heat I went over to him, held him in my arms Mayne all I could here was the ambulence alarms Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Feedback would be appreciated. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ONYX Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='whodey 85' post='361825' date='Oct 10 2006, 09:22 PM']Hood Story Talkin This a story mayne Somethin that happens everyday in the hood, listen Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 1 I used to b ignorant to death But now that ignorance has gone and its left Let me tell u a story, a story bout myself A story that gave me a feelin Ive never felt Me n my homeboy was rollin thro the hood Gettin crunk in the car, life was all good We rode pass a couple hoes, a couple liquoir sto's And yes of course some po's, yea, the 5-0s We stoped at a light, I look to my right I seen a couple dudes standin in the street light I asked them whut was good, is they feelin alright They all nuckled-up and came ova for a fight Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 2 They was like whut u sayin, do u want beef Cause we can throw down right here in the street My boy did somethin stupid he never shoulda done He reached down in his draws and pulled outta Gat gun He said then lets do the thing, lets get thoe'd Man I was just trippin hopein I wouldnt get poked They backed up for a second, This dude looked at his boi Then he grab out his pocket a fresh plastic toy Now this aint a toy that u buy at K-B Its the kinda one that throw that real hot heat He looked at us and said, we was bout to get fed, some real hot lead And held up his piece and pointed it at my head Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 3 I was sweatin bullets, thinkin whut could happen next I told the dude no problems, we aint got no plex But he was like nah, Im about to spit I hit the floor right quick and hoped I woudnt get hit I heard the gun go pop, it shot off in the air People startin buggin, shells was clankin everywhere From the ground I could see, the smoke startin to recede Whut I saw next mayne I couldnt believe There was my boy, layin in the street Smoke blowin from his chest, he was all full of heat I went over to him, held him in my arms Mayne all I could here was the ambulence alarms Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Feedback would be appreciated.[/quote] Very good. However, the content of your song is very disturbing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rumble In the Jungle Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='A-Men-HouseofPain' post='361767' date='Oct 10 2006, 07:32 PM']who is that by? (assuming its something popular since u heard it as a kid) it sounds dead on something 36mafia would release. FAGGOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/quote] the one sneaky put up, is from "im gonna get you sucka" and what i tell you about being hard now A-Littleboy-House ofPain ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColorChanginClique Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='whodey 85' post='361825' date='Oct 10 2006, 09:22 PM']Hood Story Talkin This a story mayne Somethin that happens everyday in the hood, listen Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 1 I used to b ignorant to death But now that ignorance has gone and its left Let me tell u a story, a story bout myself A story that gave me a feelin Ive never felt Me n my homeboy was rollin thro the hood Gettin crunk in the car, life was all good We rode pass a couple hoes, a couple liquoir sto's And yes of course some po's, yea, the 5-0s We stoped at a light, I look to my right I seen a couple dudes standin in the street light I asked them whut was good, is they feelin alright They all nuckled-up and came ova for a fight Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 2 They was like whut u sayin, do u want beef Cause we can throw down right here in the street My boy did somethin stupid he never shoulda done He reached down in his draws and pulled outta Gat gun He said then lets do the thing, lets get thoe'd Man I was just trippin hopein I wouldnt get poked They backed up for a second, This dude looked at his boi Then he grab out his pocket a fresh plastic toy Now this aint a toy that u buy at K-B Its the kinda one that throw that real hot heat He looked at us and said, we was bout to get fed, some real hot lead And held up his piece and pointed it at my head Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Verse 3 I was sweatin bullets, thinkin whut could happen next I told the dude no problems, we aint got no plex But he was like nah, Im about to spit I hit the floor right quick and hoped I woudnt get hit I heard the gun go pop, it shot off in the air People startin buggin, shells was clankin everywhere From the ground I could see, the smoke startin to recede Whut I saw next mayne I couldnt believe There was my boy, layin in the street Smoke blowin from his chest, he was all full of heat I went over to him, held him in my arms Mayne all I could here was the ambulence alarms Chorus Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill The place where they rob, the place where they steal Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal The place where I was when I saw someone killed Feedback would be appreciated.[/quote] Good stuff. Keep writing and writing and all that, trying to improve you're rhyming skills and style. Then look at the stuff you've wrote like 6 months from now, then a year from now. You'll probably be blown away how much you've improved. It's one of those things that you really get a lot better over time Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColorChanginClique Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='sneaky' post='361859' date='Oct 10 2006, 10:13 PM']Very good. However, the content of your song is very disturbing. [/quote] You think that's disturbing? There tons of songs with similar content, none of which I find "disturbing." Listen to Dance With the Devil by Immortal Technique. Now THAT shit is disturbing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ONYX Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 If I wanted to be a hip hop artist, I would try to be original. I'd come up with some kind of creative niche that would set me apart from every one else. What would your niche be? Any ideas? whodey? CCC? OG? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest A-Men-HouseofPain Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='361870' date='Oct 10 2006, 10:44 PM']the one sneaky put up, is from "im gonna get you sucka" and what i tell you about being hard now A-Littleboy-House ofPain ?[/quote] if u use the word boi, ur going to get called a fag. Get over it or dont use fag language. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rumble In the Jungle Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [b][size=7][center]Boi[/size] [size=6]Boi[/size] [size=5]Boi[/size] [size=4]Boi[/size] [size=3]Boi[/size] [size=2]Boi[/size] Boi [size=1]Boi[/size] [/center][/b] [b][size=4]Now shut up Bitch before i make you one of my hoe's !!!!![/size][/b] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest A-Men-HouseofPain Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='361932' date='Oct 11 2006, 12:33 AM'][b][size=7][center]Boi[/size] [size=6]Boi[/size] [size=5]Boi[/size] [size=4]Boi[/size] [size=3]Boi[/size] [size=2]Boi[/size] Boi [size=1]Boi[/size] [/center][/b] [b][size=4]Now shut up Bitch before i make you one of my hoe's !!!!![/size][/b][/quote] fag Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rumble In the Jungle Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='A-Men-HouseofPain' post='361987' date='Oct 11 2006, 07:41 AM']fag[/quote] your still a nerd though! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest A-Men-HouseofPain Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='362183' date='Oct 11 2006, 01:28 PM'][b]your [/b] still a nerd though! [/quote] you're or you are.... i guess i am a nerd, but at least im intelligent , where's mully? I need reinforcements!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Guest A-Men-HouseofPain Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='362232' date='Oct 11 2006, 02:38 PM'][/quote] where there is 1, there is 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColorChanginClique Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 yo whodey, you said in the other topic you were gonna ask me how to put music on the internet. just holla at me on pm and I can help you. anyways, I'm gonna post a song I just finished writing. wrote the first 2/3 like 3 weeks ago. took a break for a week then worked on the ending. [b]"Sad Ending"[/b] Sean, 13 years old in a world so cold lives a story of a child that must be told problems arise, in a life surrounded by lies everybody he knows, he cant help but despise spendin every conscious moment thinkin bout their demise people think he aint shit cause his age and his size he knows a cat down the street who sells shit like guns headed down to talk business, told him he needed one cat responded like, you know how to use this son? I'm a fast learner, so can we get this fuckin deal done? cat gave him the 9 and the bullets, then watched him run cause the pressure to make a profit weighs more than a ton he’s got a wife, 3 kids, and a mother to feed to support them financially, he’ll sell whatever he needs cat’ll do anythin for cash, sell a 9 to a kid but soon after, that cat will regret what he did ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending ask yourself, what kind of message am i sending? livin life the wrong way ya askin for a sad ending Ronnie, 35, a lot of problems at home resorts to a life of crime in the streets that he roams on the corner all alone, sellin guns and drugs aint ever claim to gangbang, but he hangs with thugs his two older kids in highschool, on the verge of droppin out youngest one named James, the thug life, he’s all about Ronnie gets calls everyday, about the fights that he startin but he wouldn’t even know if his son was on a milk carton James got beef, with a lot of kids in his junior high one in particular, named Sean, fucks with him till he cries so it’s no surprise, that they’ve developed into enemies if only James had backed off Sean, and just let him be then he’d get to see, the day he would have turned fourteen but that day will never come, what if he hadn’t been so mean? the next day, Ronnie’s life will take a turn for the worse and he’ll blame himself, when his son’s ridin' off in a hearse ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending In the hallway in school, the eyes of two boys met Sean reached for somethin on his waist, John threw up his set Sean looked down, froze for a second, was it a change of heart? John knew from the start, Sean wanted to blow his brains apart so he came prepared, nine in his back pocket and when Sean makes his move, he’ll pull out and cock it shit happened so fast, less than the blink of an eye John let off a shot, what was he thinkin inside? “Better him than me, I aint gon be the one to die. and my mama aint gon be the mama that cries.†bullet square in the chest, yup, you already know spirit headed for heaven, body headed below so, what would have Sean done if John hadn’t shot first? who’s to say a different child wouldn’t have ended up worse? had an opportunity to watch your son grow but you missed it so how’s it feel knowin you birthed and raised a statistic? tried to separate business and family, but the met in the end so will you now start to think about the message you send? ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ONYX Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 Wow, those are really good CCC and whodey 85. A little dark for my taste, but both songs very thought provoking. I may have to sign you two to my record label. (BAB is a HOE records) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColorChanginClique Posted October 11, 2006 Report Share Posted October 11, 2006 [quote name='sneaky' post='362427' date='Oct 11 2006, 06:31 PM']Wow, those are really good CCC and whodey 85. A little dark for my taste, but both songs very thought provoking. I may have to sign you two to my record label. (BAB is a HOE records) [/quote] Thanks for the words I'm working on another song right now as well, I'm really excited about it as far the creativity, content and message I'm trying to put in this one. I'll post it when I finish. I've gotten into a writing mood lately so expect at least a few more complete songs from me as well as regular verses not in song form. There not all going to be "dark" like that, I'm planning another song (not the one mentioned above) to be more punchline oriented and I'm excited about writing that as well Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest whodey 85 Posted October 12, 2006 Report Share Posted October 12, 2006 [quote name='ColorChanginClique' post='361899' date='Oct 10 2006, 11:31 PM']Good stuff. Keep writing and writing and all that, trying to improve you're rhyming skills and style. Then look at the stuff you've wrote like 6 months from now, then a year from now. You'll probably be blown away how much you've improved. It's one of those things that you really get a lot better over time[/quote] Yea, I hear u man. Appreciate it. [quote name='sneaky' post='361910' date='Oct 10 2006, 11:45 PM']If I wanted to be a hip hop artist, I would try to be original. I'd come up with some kind of creative niche that would set me apart from every one else. What would your niche be? Any ideas? whodey? CCC? OG?[/quote] I think that's somethin that just comes over time. The more response u get to a specific topic will let u kno what u write the best. [quote name='ColorChanginClique' post='362353' date='Oct 11 2006, 04:52 PM']yo whodey, you said in the other topic you were gonna ask me how to put music on the internet. just holla at me on pm and I can help you. anyways, I'm gonna post a song I just finished writing. wrote the first 2/3 like 3 weeks ago. took a break for a week then worked on the ending. [b]"Sad Ending"[/b] Sean, 13 years old in a world so cold lives a story of a child that must be told problems arise, in a life surrounded by lies everybody he knows, he cant help but despise spendin every conscious moment thinkin bout their demise people think he aint shit cause his age and his size he knows a cat down the street who sells shit like guns headed down to talk business, told him he needed one cat responded like, you know how to use this son? I'm a fast learner, so can we get this fuckin deal done? cat gave him the 9 and the bullets, then watched him run cause the pressure to make a profit weighs more than a ton he’s got a wife, 3 kids, and a mother to feed to support them financially, he’ll sell whatever he needs cat’ll do anythin for cash, sell a 9 to a kid but soon after, that cat will regret what he did ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending ask yourself, what kind of message am i sending? livin life the wrong way ya askin for a sad ending Ronnie, 35, a lot of problems at home resorts to a life of crime in the streets that he roams on the corner all alone, sellin guns and drugs aint ever claim to gangbang, but he hangs with thugs his two older kids in highschool, on the verge of droppin out youngest one named James, the thug life, he’s all about Ronnie gets calls everyday, about the fights that he startin but he wouldn’t even know if his son was on a milk carton James got beef, with a lot of kids in his junior high one in particular, named Sean, fucks with him till he cries so it’s no surprise, that they’ve developed into enemies if only James had backed off Sean, and just let him be then he’d get to see, the day he would have turned fourteen but that day will never come, what if he hadn’t been so mean? the next day, Ronnie’s life will take a turn for the worse and he’ll blame himself, when his son’s ridin' off in a hearse ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending In the hallway in school, the eyes of two boys met Sean reached for somethin on his waist, John threw up his set Sean looked down, froze for a second, was it a change of heart? John knew from the start, Sean wanted to blow his brains apart so he came prepared, nine in his back pocket and when Sean makes his move, he’ll pull out and cock it shit happened so fast, less than the blink of an eye John let off a shot, what was he thinkin inside? “Better him than me, I aint gon be the one to die. and my mama aint gon be the mama that cries.†bullet square in the chest, yup, you already know spirit headed for heaven, body headed below so, what would have Sean done if John hadn’t shot first? who’s to say a different child wouldn’t have ended up worse? had an opportunity to watch your son grow but you missed it so how’s it feel knowin you birthed and raised a statistic? tried to separate business and family, but the met in the end so will you now start to think about the message you send? ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending? livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending[/quote] That's tight boy. Reminded me of Faces of Death by Papoose a lil bit. [quote name='sneaky' post='362427' date='Oct 11 2006, 06:31 PM']Wow, those are really good CCC and whodey 85. A little dark for my taste, but both songs very thought provoking. I may have to sign you two to my record label. (BAB is a HOE records) [/quote] I need to get alot better than whut I got to get signed by any type of recorded label, even yours. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest whodey 85 Posted October 12, 2006 Report Share Posted October 12, 2006 Aight, this is another song I wrote a couple days ago. I was feelin in a goofy mood, so hope it aint too dumb, lol. Cake Verse 1 When it come to bakin cake, I got dat recipe Im like a pro, ppl callin me Chief Boi OG Makin mo bread than a Wonderbread factory Grindin in this game hard, constantly, actively Actually, just call me the Gingerbread Man My stacks so thick they snappin rubber bands That's y I use rope, cookin it to perfection My bread's risin so much it might give u a yeast infection Its like I never run out, sometimes it's lookin scarey Im known as the Dough Boi, but I aint work for Pillsbury Wit cake come hoes, u kno ur boy is buzzin Got 13 women always wit me, yea, that's my baker's dozen Chorus Whut u get is whut u deserve It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn Cause ur recipe'll get stolen if u dont learn 2X Verse 2 If u dont kno whut cake is, its dat dough That stuff u need if u want all dat glow Aint comin easy, no ingredients bought at a sto' Its gotta b in ur heart if u wanna b thoe'd U kno its in mine, just check my inside When I rhyme, I got cake in my punchline I keep my dough locked up in a very safe place Leave it out where everyone can check the case But it aint in a case, its in my cookie jar I can see u wanna taste whut's been takin me far I hope u aint that dumb tho, keep ur hands to urself Cause if I catch ur hand in my jar, u gonna get dealt Chorus Whut u get is whut u deserve It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn Cause ur recipe'll get stolen, if u dont learn 2X Bridge Add hustle, add grind, yea, dont forget b trill No gimmicks, no bustas, or u aint gettin no meal Add work, Add heart if u wanna get paid No hypes, no bud, or u aint gonna get made Chorus Whut u get is whut u deserve It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn Cause ur recipe'll get stolen, if u dont learn 2X And Id like to hear any opinions on a new song title. Holla. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColorChanginClique Posted October 12, 2006 Report Share Posted October 12, 2006 [quote name='whodey 85' post='362563' date='Oct 11 2006, 10:19 PM']Aight, this is another song I wrote a couple days ago. I was feelin in a goofy mood, so hope it aint too dumb, lol. Cake Verse 1 When it come to bakin cake, I got dat recipe Im like a pro, ppl callin me Chief Boi OG Makin mo bread than a Wonderbread factory Grindin in this game hard, constantly, actively Actually, just call me the Gingerbread Man My stacks so thick they snappin rubber bands That's y I use rope, cookin it to perfection My bread's risin so much it might give u a yeast infection Its like I never run out, sometimes it's lookin scarey Im known as the Dough Boi, but I aint work for Pillsbury Wit cake come hoes, u kno ur boy is buzzin Got 13 women always wit me, yea, that's my baker's dozen Chorus Whut u get is whut u deserve It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn Cause ur recipe'll get stolen if u dont learn 2X Verse 2 If u dont kno whut cake is, its dat dough That stuff u need if u want all dat glow Aint comin easy, no ingredients bought at a sto' Its gotta b in ur heart if u wanna b thoe'd U kno its in mine, just check my inside When I rhyme, I got cake in my punchline I keep my dough locked up in a very safe place Leave it out where everyone can check the case But it aint in a case, its in my cookie jar I can see u wanna taste whut's been takin me far I hope u aint that dumb tho, keep ur hands to urself Cause if I catch ur hand in my jar, u gonna get dealt Chorus Whut u get is whut u deserve It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn Cause ur recipe'll get stolen, if u dont learn 2X Bridge Add hustle, add grind, yea, dont forget b trill No gimmicks, no bustas, or u aint gettin no meal Add work, Add heart if u wanna get paid No hypes, no bud, or u aint gonna get made Chorus Whut u get is whut u deserve It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn Cause ur recipe'll get stolen, if u dont learn 2X And Id like to hear any opinions on a new song title. Holla.[/quote] that's not too dumb. what would make it good is how you flow on it. cause the way i recited it in my head, it flowed good and sounded good. other possible song titles -The Recipe -Bread Man maybe somethin better will come to me later Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jamie_B Posted October 12, 2006 Report Share Posted October 12, 2006 [b][size=3]One Hoe, Two Hoe's, Three Hoe's, Four Bitch where is my money, dont make me say this no more Five Hoe's, Six Hoe's, Seven Hoe's, Eight Skank give me tha money, this aint up for debate Nine Hoe's and even Ten Cunt dont make me pimp slap you again[/size][/b] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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