Re: Hopsin Lyrics Suggestions & Disscusion Thread

[BabySmackerRegistered Member]

I don't think you'll find Bang Bang Boogie anywhere, so I'mma just do it.
It'll probably need fixed a bit, tho.

[KamikazeRegistered Member]

It's All Good Now


[Intro]
Aye, hold on change that sound like a piano or something it sounds stupid I don't like that, okay yeah

[Hopsin: Verse 1]
Yo, you ever had a homie who was fake as fuck (yup)
Hate your guts, but the moment you came rolling through ballin'
They wanna say what's up (what's up)
knowing that you finna' be hot (G)
but I don't owe you niggas diddly squat (nah)
so here help me out by kicking these rocks
Before I got my deal you use to back stab me (what?)
Laugh at me, tell these women I act nasty (ewww) So what?
You hooked me up with the girl that yes, I'm datin' now
But I know if you had the chance to fuck her you would take her down
You slipped up like you done stepped into an oil leak
Now you got me heated up and boiling
You the definition of unloyalty
Probably plotting how to go destroy the scene
But you'll never destroy the royal king
I know you always reminiscing (uh-huh)
and mad cause I'm resisting and won't take the time to listen making us more distant
You on that cold hearted shit
Look how Hollywood Marcus is
You could have been a part of this, but shit you'll probably

[Hook]
Fuck my girl and keep it on the down low
But yo it's all good now though
You tried to, leak my songs and give em' free downloads
But yo it's all good now though
Now if you thinkin' you my buddy
But always acting funny
Then you'll never be close to me (Fuck that!)
Said if you thinking you my buddy tryin' strip me for my money
Then you'll never be close to me (Fuck that!)
Nigga, friends, friends, how many of us have them, I don't really know anymore

[Hopsin: Verse 2]
I gotta about 3, 4, 5 of them left
And they like my brothers, yes
They all reside on the West
They're down to ride nothing less
That's what their supposed to do
No, but you, walking around like you don't even know the rules
Putting me in bogus moves
Got me stressed out doing yoga moves (Shit)
You ain't no homie, just a load of duke
You mad cause honeys never notice you (Well)
Do take it personal (Why)
You'll never look half as good as I do in person nope
I'll never hold you down
I'm flossing on you now
I'm causing problems my momma like Hopsin, awww you foul
I know it's you who's calling blocked ID
But you will not find me
I'm not lying, so stop trying
It's just a waste of time and you a waste of mine
Say goodbye this song is for you George, since you're a grateful guy

[Hook]
You'll probably fuck my girl and keep it on the down low
But yo, it's all good now though
You tried to, leak my songs and give em' free downloads
But yo, it's all good now though
Now if you thinking you my buddy
But always acting funny
Then you'll never be close to me (Fuck that!)
Said if you thinking you my buddy tryin' strip me for my money
Then you'll never be close to me (Fuck that)
nigga

[Hopsin: Verse 3]
Our friendship has been fucked
Quit hittin' SwizZz up
You calling him like you tryin' give him a free dick suck
You ain't a part of the movement, stupid you just blew it
And this shit right here proves it
And don't you email me talking about yo, what's up fool
Thank you for all that you done for me but fuck you
And if you wanna act like a rowdy ape and retaliate
Meet me in the alley late
I'll serve yo ass the Cali way
So don't you dare give my CD's a leak
I'll get your ass easily
Your girlfriend lives right up the street from me
I'll snatch her out from underneath the sheets and while she screams police
I'mma just talk to her grimy like I was made to sneak
Well congratulations you've been dissed
Don't get mad at me, cause who did this?
You did this, so what did we learn today?
Never leak your friend's songs
Cause if you think I'm gonna let it slide
Then you damn wrong

[Interlude]
I trusted yo ass man
You had my whole fucking album sitting there on your damn laptop
Leaking my shit, you're a mothafuckin' leaker
I'll never trust yo ass, aghhh!
[Hook]
Shit you'll probably, fuck my girl and keep it on the down low
But yo it's all good now though
You tried to, leak my songs and give em' free downloads
But yo it's all good now though
Now if you thinking you my buddy
But always acting funny, then you'll never be close to me (Fuck that!)
said if you thinking you my buddy tryin' strip me for my money
Then you'll never be close to me (Fuck that)
nigga friends

[Outro]
Friends, friends, how many of us have them, I don't really know anymore
Friends, friends, how many of us want them, I don't really need anymore
Friends, friends, how many of have them, I don't really know anymore
Friends, friends, how many of us want them, I don't really need anymore

[BabySmackerRegistered Member]

I italicized and bolded what I wasn't sure about. Did this by ear, so bare with me.

Hopsin & SwizZz – Bang Bang Boogie

[Hopsin]
Yo, now everybody kept they mouth closed
Stayed on the down low
While you was blabberin’ on ya bullshit rappin’ ‘bout hoes
Now I’mma hit you wit’ the foul flow
How so? I’ll show, so niggas now know that my sound’s dope
How low can I go? Lower than you
I’m vulgar and rude, ya homework is due
You posers are doomed
Go post to ya room
We comin’ up with the ‘cause of misery
Headaches and injuries the minute we on the facility

[SwizZz]
Yo, it’s my turn to put it down for the team
With the glorious lean, stuntin’ when I walk on the scene
I might do a handstand, spin ten eighty degrees – whatever it be
Hop, can you throw me a JEEE?!
I’m focused, no Adderall
Equipped with a bigger sag than Santa Claus
Yeah, I have to ball
You’re not a writer, you’re a tag along
Blown up, push me and I’ll put you in a box left logo

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

[SwizZz]
I pass bars, but I didn’t go to law school
You belong at Home Depot, you’re all tools
I break it down like the swishers in my console
If you’re drinkin’ water, I’mma smack you off that barstool
Now everybody here throw your hands up like a volunteer
Grab a hairy nigga by his fuckin’ beard
Shotgun the beer, get up off the walls
See as at the top, you’re at the bottom like ba-ba-balls
Tell ‘em Hop

[Hopsin]
Yeah, you can tell I’m out
When my new shit drops I should sell a lot
I’m always thinkin’ some type of selfish plot
My flow is sharper then propellers on a hellicop
Who wanna rumble wit’ an ape?
That’s what the hell I thought
You dang pussies get hit wit’ the bang boogie when you ain’t lookin’
And you’ll be layin’ in pain shooken
Wit’ ya brains gushin’
We love stirrin’ up problems, we ‘cause ‘em
Rappers, we boss ‘em
It’s fuckin’ awesome

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

[Hopsin]
When you roamin’ where the misfits prowl
You getting’ hit wit’ the click-click blaow
It’s a senseless style, nigga
It’s just how we get down where we come from
Hit us up if you want some, we’re the dum-dums
Straight up out the 818, homie
We goin’ hard, though
Only ones who reppin’ the fuckin’ Valley who are dope
With the reason the planet turns and the stars float
It’s FV, welcome to our show
SwizZz, GO!

[SwizZz]
Damn Hop, what you wanna rush a little nigga for?
I know you don’t drink, but I’m tryna finish my kut n cold
The 818 is waitin’ patiently for us to blow
‘Cause on the low, we been killin’ since two thousand fo’
F U N K V O L U M E
The people love it, so we keep it funkaay
Here comes the thunder, no Kevin Derant
The bang bang boogie just might leave you where you stand

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…
You know I hit ‘em wit’ that…
Damn homie, you hit ‘em with that…
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

[KamikazeRegistered Member]

I italicized and bolded what I wasn't sure about. Did this by ear, so bare with me.

Hopsin & SwizZz – Bang Bang Boogie

[Hopsin]
Yo, now everybody kept they mouth closed
Stayed on the down low
While you was blabberin’ on ya bullshit rappin’ ‘bout hoes
Now I’mma hit you wit’ the foul flow
How so? I’ll show, so niggas now know that my sound’s dope
How low can I go? Lower than you
I’m vulgar and rude, ya homework is due
You posers are doomed
Go post to ya room
We comin’ up with the ‘cause of misery
Headaches and injuries the minute we on the facility

[SwizZz]
Yo, it’s my turn to put it down for the team
With the glorious lean, stuntin’ when I walk on the scene
I might do a handstand, spin ten eighty degrees – whatever it be
Hop, can you throw me a JEEE?!
I’m focused, no Adderall
Equipped with a bigger sag than Santa Claus
Yeah, I have to ball
You’re not a writer, you’re a tag along
Blown up, push me and I’ll put you in a box left logo

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

[SwizZz]
I pass bars, but I didn’t go to law school
You belong at Home Depot, you’re all tools
I break it down like the swishers in my console
If you’re drinkin’ water, I’mma smack you off that barstool
Now everybody here throw your hands up like a volunteer
Grab a hairy nigga by his fuckin’ beard
Shotgun the beer, get up off the walls
See as at the top, you’re at the bottom like ba-ba-balls
Tell ‘em Hop

[Hopsin]
Yeah, you can tell I’m out
When my new shit drops I should sell a lot
I’m always thinkin’ some type of selfish plot
My flow is sharper then propellers on a hellicop
Who wanna rumble wit’ an ape?
That’s what the hell I thought
You dang pussies get hit wit’ the bang boogie when you ain’t lookin’
And you’ll be layin’ in pain shooken
Wit’ ya brains gushin’
We love stirrin’ up problems, we ‘cause ‘em
Rappers, we boss ‘em
It’s fuckin’ awesome

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

[Hopsin]
When you roamin’ where the misfits prowl
You getting’ hit wit’ the click-click blaow
It’s a senseless style, nigga
It’s just how we get down where we come from
Hit us up if you want some, we’re the dum-dums
Straight up out the 818, homie
We goin’ hard, though
Only ones who reppin’ the fuckin’ Valley who are dope
With the reason the planet turns and the stars float
It’s FV, welcome to our show
SwizZz, GO!

[SwizZz]
Damn Hop, what you wanna rush a little nigga for?
I know you don’t drink, but I’m tryna finish my kut n cold
The 818 is waitin’ patiently for us to blow
‘Cause on the low, we been killin’ since two thousand fo’
F U N K V O L U M E
The people love it, so we keep it funkaay
Here comes the thunder, no Kevin Derant
The bang bang boogie just might leave you where you stand

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…
You know I hit ‘em wit’ that…
Damn homie, you hit ‘em with that…
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

good work dude

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

ba-ba-balls

is the only part that I wasnt sure of... good job i repped ya

kut n cold is jack and coke

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

Sexy Cyber

(Chorus)
Cyber, sexy cyber, sexy cyber, I love her, sexy cyber, sexy cyber, she's my sexy cyber girl, cyber, sexy cyber, sexy cyber, I love her, sexy cyber, sexy cyber, she's my sexy cyber girl

(Verse 1)
Can you believe it, she's finally about to meet her soul mate, it's still trippin her out, she's like no way, no more sad lonely nights of straight horror, tomorrow she's meeting the lover god made for her, she's looking in the mirror dancing around the house, with a mess of clothes on the bed trying on outfits, she's acting out how the day is probably gonna be, like hi Pete I'm so glad we finally get to meet, she thinks to herself, hmm I know what I should do, I'mma call Nicole up and tell her all the good news, it went to voice mail cause Nicole was sleeping, so Lauren left a message, like girl I'm gonna see him, she hangs up and falls back on the bed smiling, looking at the ceiling, daydreaming in dead silence, eventually her daydreaming turns into sleep, its love that she's feeling and yes the feeling is sweet

(Chorus)

(Verse Two)
It already hit morning oh darn, but Lauren so excited she wakes up before the alarm, and calls Pete, to see exactly where there gonna meet, then Pete picks up and tries to act like he wasn't sleepin, Lauren's like so where we meeting at, we could try my place, Pete's like nah how about TGI Fridays, I really love you Lauren and I know you trust me but it's our first time meeting I don't wanna rush things, she says that's fine I'll see you at twelve, until then I love you baby hope you'll be doing well, she takes a shower, does her hair and all that girl stuff, make-up, lip stick, neck and wrist pearled up, now it's about time she heads on out to tease, she text messages Pete, hey I'm about to leave, and she's so damn excited as her heart pounds beats that she almost left her house without her keys, geez

(Chorus)

(Verse Three)
She pulls up but Pete hasn't arrived yet, should she go in without him, she hasn't decided, she doesn't really know how he would act if she tried it, so she just sits back and just relaxes her eyelids, its 12:20 Lauren picks up an appetite, she decides to go inside without him and have a bite, then the phone rings, it's Pete so she answers it, Pete says baby I'm gonna have to cancel it, Lauren says why, what happened, what is it, then Pete says I just heard my grandmother's real sick, and I have to go and give her a visit, then Lauren says it's okay baby, go handle your business, she loves him too much so it didn't really bother her, she hops in the car pulls off, a truck follows her but she don't even notice cause her music's too loud, and she just caught up in the zone of a Ludacris album, now she's home, she opens the door, moves to get out, soon as the foot hits the ground, a man rushes up and pushes her down, she drops her keys, the man picks em up then drags her by her feet into her house like he don't give a fuck, he slapped her, then put tape on her mouth to take from the sound of Lauren screaming rape really loud, he's going ballistic, her face is covered with lipstick, then he yells out bitch Pete never existed, her heads spinning, then she just faints, the man rips off her clothes and Lauren gets raped, from that day on nobody ever heard from her, cause that so called Pete guy went and murdered her, he tossed her body in a off-road ditch, and said to her see you at the crossroad bitch

(Chorus)

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

Pans in the Kitchen

[Verse 1]
Stop and listen
I'll rock it wicked, no competition on this shit
You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it
A whack rapper's what Hopsin isn't, I'll kick it
To ya if you got a minute you'll bob your head like a walking pigeon
Play my position, I'm kinda gifted when rhymes is kickin'
I got lots of this, I vibe to it as I rock a fitted
The amount of people that's feeling me is a high percentage
They know I'm tight, but I'll be conceited if I admit it
I'ma climb the game until I'm up at the top of it
And don't be chicken to call me out if u got a problem with it
Unsilenced shit is gon' get you stuck in some violent shit
And feelings will be hurt so you're better off if you mind your business
Don't get it started, with that nigga Marcus, that kid retarded
It's gon' evolve to some ruckus, he'll prove your shit is garbage
He'll be the illest artist, realist on this rap
All you niggas out there wanna get him on your tracks

[Hook]
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen (x2)
I be banging on the pans in the kitchen
So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen
Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen (x2)
I be banging on the pans in the kitchen
So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen

I like playing with the pans in the kitchen mama
You gon' let me play with the pans in the kitchen mama
Don't care what you say about the pans in the kitchen mama
I'mma prove that I'm the man in the kitchen mama!

[Verse 2]
I used to push weight on the block:
A fat bitch, she was barely able to walk
She was good for one thing, that was taking a cock
Till she told me she was pregnant, shit I'm thankful to God
That she wasn't, cuz all that shit was making me hot
I'm happy that she ain't the one to have a baby with Hop
She's so obese, I'd take her out and make her stay in the car
Her body odor always smelling like some bacon and farts
I'd tell her how I don't eat pork, she took it straight to the heart
Ready to make an assault, she need to make her fucking way to the barn
Cuz that's where she belong, better leave me alone
Calling, asking where I'm at like she need to know
But what a surprise, she thinking I'm the love of her life? Becoming my wife?
Bitch, take some fucking advice
You wanna look nice? Trust me I'm right
Go to the motherfucking gym and lose the gut and you're fine

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm Marcus and yes I am stupid
Thought I was a smart kid? Guess again, stupid
I'm a Special Ed student
Give me a couple of bars and let the man prove it, cuz there's evidence to it
I never knew it, but the rest of my class knew it
They must've thought I'd never remember the past to it
Fuck school, man, I never could pass through it
I never be that student that headed to class who gets an A up on his report card
A nice kid who's so smart
Seem like when they threw me in Special Ed it got more hard
Every year the cycle repeats over again
My friends graduate and I'm way older then them
Then they come to me, nice mugging me
Making fun of me
What do these ugly motherfuckers be thinking when they fuck with me?
They lucky I don't suddenly go and become something other than me
Like a fucking psycho, then whats it gonna be?

[Hook]

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 3

They tell me that my vibe is too dark, my eyes are too harsh
That's all I ever hear when I rhyme a few bars
I kinda live a rapper's life, shit, minus two cars
And free girls to fuck, cause were I'm from the hineys do charge
My label hyped me up and told me I had about twelve hits
They lied, cause when my fucking album dropped, I didn't sell shit
Well bitch, you tried to fuck my life up? You nailed it!
Cause you didn't promote my record, and I don't know who the hell did
Shoulda hired Canaquin, yup, Hop is mad again
Just enough to leave your little skull frame hammered in
See, this is what happens when I take that little magic pen
And get to scribbling psychotic lines worth some damaging
I hate to tell you but you are crazy, you were born as a retard baby
And when I come around, you start shaking
Cause you're a bitch who dates hard ladies
With big beards who say, "Arr, matey!"
Yo, Pillow Man the alias Hopsin has been the signature
I'm far from similar to you niggas whose flow is miniature
You'll be diminished for crossing limits on my perimeter
I'm not a gimmick, I'm a committed, demented, sinister
It's Funk Volume, now what?
If you thinkin' that raps officially dead, you haven't found us
We built the movement from the ground up, your sound sucks
And I'mma let you slide, but you're now fucked
It's just reality, you posers done been whack
I hold it down like my boner in gym class
And fuck Wayne, man, I'm doper than his ass
Him, Nicki, and Drake can get thrown over a cliff fast
You got cash? Big whoop-dee-fuckin'-doo!
If I had a knife right now, it would be stuck in you
Yo, you ain't gonna like this corner that you pushed me up into
Cause all you rap about is how you beat the pussy up and ooze
Fuck your fast car, your cheap singing, you keep saying the same shit
While T-Paining and weed banging simply because it's all we hear
Man, look at all these queers
The shit is so watered down I developed soggy ears
Kill me! Shit, I'm waitin' to die, bitches
I hate on all you rappers who made it cause I didn't
And I admit it, man, I ain't gon' bullshit y'all
As long as you walkin' away sayin' that fool spits raw
Yo I'm from the west, I throw up the W and I stay hot
But still ain't mentioned with Nifty Hustle Glasses or Jay Rock
What I gotta do, dig 'Pac up out of his grave spot
And wear his face as a mask to my next show to create props?
People always ask: why do I sound mad?
Cause I ain't gotta girlfriend wit' a round ass
And all my fucking dinners come in a brown bag
How sad, I need a crossroad to get found at
Most rappers be in a six-four
I prefer a big horse, lit torch and a pitchfork
While you out late working ya shift when the kids snore
I'm fucking your wife while the bitch snorts, wearing swim shorts
I got a message on Facebook from some lame guy
And he was like, "Hopsin, dude! I fucking HATE life!
I wanna rap but I have stage fright
And I can barely write, and I never make music that the babes like!
And when I come home from school, I wait 'til late night
And bump your music really super-loud and paint my face white
For real bro, if you just help me dude
I swear to God, I'll do anything you tell me to!"
Whoa, don't hit me up tryna suck my dick!
Cause I'm a guy, and I would rather fuck five chicks
With some plump nice tits and the butt size thick
So I can hit the G-spot that only tough guys hit
So if you hear a rumor that I rape mics, it's true
When I drop RAW, that will be the day I get sued
Damon Elliot, I might as well just say bye to you
Fuck the industry, go out and get Haywire II!



by the way... if I don't specify that I typed them up myself then I just found them on a website... but I do listen over them an make sure that they are correct

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

Ill Mind Of Hopsin

In high school, Marcus wasn't a helpful student
He dropped out cause teachers would never help him through it
And if I don't save this rap game who else would do it?
This is my motherfucking world, welcome to it
If you thinking that Hop's wack, then you is hatin'
And what the fuck do my contacts have to do with Satan?
I want a bitch with a bomb ass and some lubrication
A loverboy, you see I'm that but I'm rude and blatant
Now you listen here: I started a movement this year
I will fuck you up if you interfere
You been a queer your whole fuckin' life and I'll kick you into gear
You tryna prove you a lunatic? Ooh, I'm oozing in fear!
You on some sloppy-clown bitch shit: I'll rip your head off
Poke a stick through it, then beat the rest of your body down with it
I start violence, cops come with the loud sirens
Now I have to hop a barbed-wire fence
They find me in the broke down car I had been hidin' in
Homicide is now the charge I'm against
Walk up to the jail cell with the guard I am with
He pushes me in and then the bar slides in
This new age of rappers, all they wanna do is floss, why?
Swearing they're the boss guy, thinking that they're all fly
You, Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy, this Asher Roth guy
Normally I wouldn't mind, but this time, I've lost mine!
Who the hell is he? The biggest hater that you'll ever meet
White contacts, so you motherfuckers remember me
Lyrics put together so cleverly, you will never be
On my level, I chop all of you rappers to celery
Fake thugs rap like: "I'll let the Glock spit at you
Just got out the pen cause I move how real niggas move"
No, don't lie, cause it hurts when you hear the truth!
You got out the pen and wrote a verse with it, didn't you?
Fuck life, you can't tell me nothin'
I'll shove a knife in your back and leave it poking out through your belly-button
Sir, your daughter wasn't that reluctant
You see this 8-inch dick bulgin' out of my pants? Well, she sucked it
I went to Wal-Mart with a Visa card, bought your wife a leotard
And made her try it on to get my penis hard
I'm pissed enough, I can never find a bitch to fuck
I beat my dick a lot, that's why only my right wrist is buff
I go dumb off of two packs of Now Or Laters
Then fight niggas like I was the black Power Ranger
Head to the lake then wrestle a couple alligators
Then run through the woods butt-naked; so what, pal? It's nature
Why the fuck would I collab wichu?
Yeah you're good friends with Marcus but Hopsin don't wanna rap wichu!
You're full of shit like some ass-tissue
And you're a bitch when you go to studios you bring your dad with you
No! Unacceptable, now watch me wreck the flow
Niggas be hatin' cause I'm ballin just like my testicles
Word is bond, the way I'm on this mic and servin bombs
I might as well have an Osama bin Laden turban on

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

My Christmas

[Hook]
Mom, Dad, what did you get me for Christmas? (X2)

[Verse 1: Hopsin]
This year, I'm really not looking forward to Christmas
I'mma wake up really happy, then get pissed cause I ain't get shit
Momma be in the kitchen, cooking burnt ass biscuits
When I look at 'em funny, her ass gon' be like "What is it?"
My friend gon' call me up telling me bullshit that I can't believe
Like "Yo bro, guess what? My mom got me Mercedes keys"
And I'mma lie and be like "Yeah, that shit is great ya see
But to be honest, Christmas is just another day to me"
I'mma be mad cause his parents rich and my parents not
He gets cars, I get pairs of socks
I'm always gettin' treated unfair a lot
This Christmas, I ain't havin' fun
Our tree ain't even real, it's a detachable plastic one
My dad gon' come with his cheap watch that he got me
From the swap meet, and if I ask him if it's real, he'll say "Probably"
Man Dad, do you have no heart? You couldn't get me a go cart
Or a Tyco RC remote control car?
He gon' be like "There you go makin' this noise
I done told yo ass you to old to playin' with toys"
Then my mom gon' walk in the room and start arguin' too
My dad gon' be like "Go woman, nobody talkin' to you"
And I'mma say "Dad you love talking mad shit
But in public you always act like you above causing havoc?
Then I'mma run upstairs, mad as fuck cause I've had it
Probably masturbate while watching Spongebob and Patrick

[Hook]

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

Leave Me Alone

[Hook:]
Now, everybody who knows me understands I'm a humble guy
Those who thinking they own me
Just do me a favor, leave me the fuck alone
Leave me the fuck alone, leave me the fuck alone
Leave me the fuck alone, leave me the fuck alone
Just leave me the fuck alone, leave me the fuck alone
Leave me the fuck alone, leave me the fuck alone
Leave me the fuck alone, oooo I regret meeting all of you

[Verse 1:]
Lately how much psychotic stress have you been through
Right now I hate every fucking body including you
I'm on the edge you'll be lucky if you do get through
If I go crazy then this the song I'm a lose it to
Please tell my family and my friends this...
I was never happy to begin with, I actually pretended
To many hands I done lifted, all my life plans got evicted, I'm mad I existed
I'm finally dropping all the shit you motherfuckers hand me
The only girl I ever loved doesn't understand me
Since I was young I tried to be way more than what I can be
And people still never show respect when I demand it
Y'all mentality is fuck me but I don't need nobody but me
Trust me, it don't seem like it but I been living out the matrix
Face it, I'm a lot smarter than you think bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Everyday it's like the same crap
What if I died and never came back
You'd hate that wouldn't you
I'm a put a blade to your neck, push it through
Quit telling me shit that I shouldn't do. Ooooh...
I been blocking my feelings but now I can't hide em
Been looking for God how come I can't find him
Nothing in my fucking world seems to go right
Even though I hate suicide I need to go try
I live my life the way I wanna, I ain't pleasing you
Got a problem I'll fuck you up I got a reason to
Y'all tried to gain my trust saying we believe in you
Then you walking on me after all that we been through
That ain't even cool, now death is what I hope you get
And just remember that I told you this...
We ain't cool, I don't owe you shit
Look what you made of me, now I'm... pshhh...
Matter fact just stay away from me

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
What if I left this world today in this crucial pain that I'm In? (I'm In)
Would you be there at my funeral saying 'oh I loved him' (loved him)
Or maybe, just maybe, you'll be that one nigga that never showed up. (showed up)
I'm about to lose my mind, why must I have it so rough
Listen closely as I'm rapping this
I used to think money brought people happiness
It does but we never think about what happens after it
Since I got it, I started to learn hate, everybody turns fake
Wanting shit like it's there fucking birthday
And that just adds on the stress I'm already dealing with
What am I supposed to let it build and sit
Hell no, since then my fucking balls grew
I said it once and I'll say it again fuck all you

[Chorus)

[STRANGEgeniusAdministrator]

thanks to all 3 of yous :)

lemme post 3 new news posts. then im back to editing :)

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

yup, update us with the tracks that need to be done... most of them now are going to be by hand... but that shouldnt be a problem

[STRANGEgeniusAdministrator]

yeah i will bro.

and dw you will all get repped.

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

SwizZz - Ambush

[Intro]SwizZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

[SwizZz]
Yo born again, fully resuscitated, took a break for a minute
Now I'm back, and I'm anxious ready to cop a squat!
On this mothafucking game don't toss me the toilet
Paper just hand me a list of names, I ain't fucking playing
I wipe my ass with it, then ball it up
Then throw it at your favorite rapper when I'm finished
Is money my incentive? well that's an easy answer, no!
I'm setting the precedence && raising the fucking standards!!
No more bubble gum kettle corn sweet niggas
To settle for I stomp em' dead on the floor fuck a metaphor
You wanna punchline? well my don't jab they blast, and blow minds
Homie come and co-sign, or get left like a southpaw doubt does kill don't let it be your downfall
Not a square I will not come around y'all
Since I'm "IT" I might just have to clown y'all
Unfortunately for my opposition I put my degree on hold to place my dream in for wishin
No more lecture halls no more over priced tuition just a microphone a beat
And a fifth of jack and i'm ??????
Whats up? I reached your peak, and I just barley started
Your not a blood your wearing red because you work at target
Don't act dumb you smell that kush in the glove compartment girls basketballs a joke well I'mma L.A. spark it, yes! correct me if I'm wrong now
A lot of rappers promoted just don't belong out
I listen to the radio, and have to turn it down you are only in rotation
Cause your backed by money pal, it's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Thank you for the knowledge Nas, and that I will defend
The more you niggas suck the easier for me to rise yes you can make it rain
But you will not withstand the landslide
My word is what I stand by message first niggas
Cash second I'm the truth so I hurt niggas
Your not hard body your soft as nerf nigga
You see my blinkers on cause yes I'm turnt nigga!
My swag is on 1, 3, 5 I'm an odd little creature with creepy eyes
I admit I'mma flirt tell your girl I said hi
But don't worry if she text me I will not reply
Settle down player I don't wanna take your girl
I'm on a greater mission spitting bars, and tryna shake the world
Living simply swiggin whisky till I fucking hurl
And getting blown climbing trees hanging with the squirrels
Do you, and I'mma do me for sure though
I rep the wild west like a cowboy Romo
My father is black but my mamas white as snow
Though my niggas say they hyphy but my dudes say there stoked bro
Of course I'm on I'm murdering verses on every song
Just take a big rip from the gravity bong
And put your mentality where it belongs
You rappers are wack, and be slacking to long
The angle your taking is wrong
The music your making has lowered the bar
And the fans have been fooled all along
The seasons changing, and it's our time to bloom
Add these in the house like a damn dining room
I'm setting like the table bout to lick my plate clean
Welcoming all the beef cause I could use the protein, now there


someone correct these... that is what i got...

[GuestGuest]

I would rep the shit out of you if I could bro! I'll do it tomorrow, when I get my rep back. Wasted it all.

[STRANGEgeniusAdministrator]

fuck you guys are quick.

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

That was from a site... i just listened to it and made the corrections that I heard...

[STRANGEgeniusAdministrator]

That was from a site... i just listened to it and made the corrections that I heard...

sweet bro. also when im completely done editing and i mean by finally catching up to you guys. check the thread and tell me waht needs editing and whatnot.

[STRANGEgeniusAdministrator]

I italicized and bolded what I wasn't sure about. Did this by ear, so bare with me.

Hopsin & SwizZz – Bang Bang Boogie

[Hopsin]
Yo, now everybody kept they mouth closed
Stayed on the down low
While you was blabberin’ on ya bullshit rappin’ ‘bout hoes
Now I’mma hit you wit’ the foul flow
How so? I’ll show, so niggas now know that my sound’s dope
How low can I go? Lower than you
I’m vulgar and rude, ya homework is due
You posers are doomed
Go post to ya room
We comin’ up with the ‘cause of misery
Headaches and injuries the minute we on the facility

[SwizZz]
Yo, it’s my turn to put it down for the team
With the glorious lean, stuntin’ when I walk on the scene
I might do a handstand, spin ten eighty degrees – whatever it be
Hop, can you throw me a JEEE?!
I’m focused, no Adderall
Equipped with a bigger sag than Santa Claus
Yeah, I have to ball
You’re not a writer, you’re a tag along
Blown up, push me and I’ll put you in a box left logo

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

[SwizZz]
I pass bars, but I didn’t go to law school
You belong at Home Depot, you’re all tools
I break it down like the swishers in my console
If you’re drinkin’ water, I’mma smack you off that barstool
Now everybody here throw your hands up like a volunteer
Grab a hairy nigga by his fuckin’ beard
Shotgun the beer, get up off the walls
See as at the top, you’re at the bottom like ba-ba-balls
Tell ‘em Hop

[Hopsin]
Yeah, you can tell I’m out
When my new shit drops I should sell a lot
I’m always thinkin’ some type of selfish plot
My flow is sharper then propellers on a hellicop
Who wanna rumble wit’ an ape?
That’s what the hell I thought
You dang pussies get hit wit’ the bang boogie when you ain’t lookin’
And you’ll be layin’ in pain shooken
Wit’ ya brains gushin’
We love stirrin’ up problems, we ‘cause ‘em
Rappers, we boss ‘em
It’s fuckin’ awesome

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

[Hopsin]
When you roamin’ where the misfits prowl
You getting’ hit wit’ the click-click blaow
It’s a senseless style, nigga
It’s just how we get down where we come from
Hit us up if you want some, we’re the dum-dums
Straight up out the 818, homie
We goin’ hard, though
Only ones who reppin’ the fuckin’ Valley who are dope
With the reason the planet turns and the stars float
It’s FV, welcome to our show
SwizZz, GO!

[SwizZz]
Damn Hop, what you wanna rush a little nigga for?
I know you don’t drink, but I’m tryna finish my kut n cold
The 818 is waitin’ patiently for us to blow
‘Cause on the low, we been killin’ since two thousand fo’
F U N K V O L U M E
The people love it, so we keep it funkaay
Here comes the thunder, no Kevin Derant
The bang bang boogie just might leave you where you stand

[Chorus]
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (point ‘em out)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the bang bang boogie
Point ‘em out! There they go! (x4)
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…
You know I hit ‘em wit’ that…
Damn homie, you hit ‘em with that…
Ayo, we keep on listenin’ to the same dang rookies (god damn)
So I hit ‘em wit’ the…

IM QUOTEING THIS SO I LEAVE IT TO LAST TO WHEN I CREATE THE GMS TAPE POST

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

I will do... I have gone through most of raw but I think a couple tracks have escaped me...

do you just want me to post correct lyrics in here or just pm em? or both?

[STRANGEgeniusAdministrator]

I will do... I have gone through most of raw but I think a couple tracks have escaped me...

do you just want me to post correct lyrics in here or just pm em? or both?

i guess here. but hold on i need to fix some stuff up now.

[STRANGEgeniusAdministrator]

okay guys ive finally caught up to yous.

i still need songs from GATM, Haywire & GMS. thanks once again.

[Higher LivingRegistered Member]

I will gladly do GATM if somebody would start on SwizZz'z songs

[STRANGEgeniusAdministrator]

HeartSatan666 is working on SWIZZZ i think.

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