click here to see how I got the 50 G's Allah is Great man im happy.
Thanks To Tahiti for helping me Get It
Thanks To Picnic
Thanks To Daniel Nanasi
Thanks to Erv Karwelis
couldnt have got it without yall
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Monday, August 25, 2008
I Just Got 50 G's
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I wouldn't pay 63 cents for that.
Hit it Boys:
Verse One: Prince Markie Dee
To the point, straight from the source
Double Benzito and one Porsche!
A girl in the passenger seat, me, I'm steering;
To make a long story short, I was gearing
Patent leather! Silk! Credit cards!
A pocket full of money! The whole nine yards!
Off to the beach and I must discuss
That the night was hot and full of lust
It ain't nothin' new, it's an everyday thing
And if I ain't with a girl, I swing
You know, hang with the fellas at the disco
Buff was actin' wild off a bottle of Cisco
Cory and Joe were in the back profilin'
Me and Kool Rock were cold stylin'
Girls in abundance, all of `em scroungin'
But me, man? Yo, I'm just loungin'
Word up, I'm just loungin'
Verse Two: Kool Rock Ski
Me and the crew or should I say posse
Had the music kickin' in the 4x4 Jeep
We took the top off and then we stopped
At the pizza shop to get something to eat
Just then we saw some cuties cruisin'
So, we pursued them, We thought that we knew them
But, boy, was I psyched
Cause I'd never seen these girls before in my life
So, we kept on riding
Man, the day was hot, word up, I ain't lying
And, yo, you should have seen us
On the strength, I was set
Stopped at the red light, popped in my cassette
And you thought you was chillin'?
Man, you ain't seen nothin' yet, man, I was just loungin'
Word up, I was loungin'
Verse Three: Kool Rock Ski Prince Markie Dee Buff Love (The Human
Beat
Box)
Kool Rock Ski:
Takin' a break from all the bull that hounds you
From all the trouble that surrounds you
From all the negative hype
All you can eat!
(Verse 1):
(Prince Markie D): $3.99 for all you can eat?
Well, I'm a stuff my face to a funki beat!
(Kool Rock Ski): We're gonna walk inside, and guess what's up:
Put some food in my plate, and some Coke in my cup
(Prince Markie D): Give me some chicken, franks, and fries
And you can pass me a lettuce. I'm a pass it by
(Kool Rock Ski): So keep shoveling, (Ha!) onto my plate
Give me some sweets and lots of cake
(Prince Markie D): Give me some hot Macaroni and Cheese!
(Human Beat Box): Give me, some more food PLEASE!!!!
(Kool Rock Ski): Give me some buloni, salami, and ham
Toast with butter and strawberry jam
(Prince Markie D): I love it whether the food is cold or hot
Put a burger on the plate, and it'll hit the spot
(Kool Rock Ski): We'll eat everything. An incredible feat
$3.99 for all you can eat!
(Chorus 4x): All you can eat!
(Prince Markie D): (I'm hungry!)
(Prince Markie D): Yo, Buff, man! We ain't got all night
So home boy, tell 'em what you like
(Kool Rock Ski): Give me a
(Human Beat Box): [Variation of beat box]
(Kool Rock Ski): And some
(Human Beat Box): [Variation of beat box]
(Kool Rock Ski): I want a
(Human Beat Box): [Variation of beat box]
(Kool Rock Ski): And give me
(Human Beat Box): [Variation of beat box]
(Kool Rock Ski): And on the side
(Human Beat Box): [Variation of beat box]
(Kool Rock Ski): I wanna, I wanna
(Human Beat Box): [Variation of beat box]
(Kool Rock Ski): And in the front
(Human Beat Box): [Variation of beat box]
(Kool Rock Ski): And in the back
(Human Beat Box): [Variation of beat box]
(Kool Rock Ski): I wanna
(Human Beat Box): [Variat
Pick Axe selling Bean Pies. Dats real funny.
ENCORE:
In Jail
In jail
Unh-unh...
Unh-unh...
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
Now there was just one day
That I will never forget
I got jailed for something that
I'll always regret
It was twelve o'clock, midnight
And I wanted a snack
So I headed downstairs
Thought the fridge was packed
But when I opened the door
What did I see?
The back of the fridge staring right at me
I thought to myself
I could almost die
Then an immage appeared
A pizza pie
So I put on Adidas
Headed out the door
As I pictured myself
Eating more and more
But the store was closed
I busted into a rage
So I went to the crib
And got my twelve-gauge
Ran back to the shop
Busted won the door
And all I saw
Was pizza galore
So I stuffed my face
I couldn't even walk
I couldn't laugh, smile
Shake, giggle, wiggle, or talk
So I fell asleep with my face in my plate
And the next thing you know
I was headed upstate
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
Well, Kool Rock is my name
Last part is "ski"
And I have the worst
Case of my M.C.
But listen to the story
'Cause it's kind of strange
When I had this sort of hunger pain
Walking down the strreet
With the bass of my box
With my stomach growling
Like a hungry fox
When I saw this scene
Or was it a dream?
A big restaurant sign
Called Burger King
So I went inside
Started stuffing my face
Didn't even think
About the things I ate
But when the bill came up
Boy, was i shocked
I said, "I don't pay for nothing
I'm the King of the Slops!"
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
In jail, in jail, without no bail
In jail, we're in jail because we failed
But when our time is through
We'll rock you and you
We turn parties out
Make you scream and shout
We're not demanding
Or very outstanding
We got something unique
And in the middle he's standing
On the microphone
He rocks and shocks
Homeboys and girls
It's the Human Beat Box
Break
Now I'm sitting here alone
Looking at the wall
Just thinking about
How I took the fall
I thought I was cool
I thought I was slick
And now Im writing
Letters of being homesick
I lost my freedom
When I heard the door slammer
And now I'm breaking rocks
With a big, heavy hammer
I used to drive the streets
With my big car
And now I look and all
I see are bars
I jail
Everyone's the same
You only survive
If you play the game
You don't have guns
And now you remember
You're your momma's son
You made her cry
And stay up all night
Coming home high
Just leaving a fight
You always made her feel
That you were better
But now you're a little boy
Just waiting for a letter
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