It is indigenous...to Watts, Compton, the Bronx, Bedford-Stuyveson, South Chicago and (coincidentally) my neighborhood...it hails from the last century, but continues to endure in pockets of the concrete 'jungle'...
C'mon, bro'...let your pants sag a little and 'get your groove on'...
Epiphone Sheraton II
Moderator: jingle_jangle
OK sure I'll give it a try how's this?
Mah homies mah bruvva, lies in his crib got messed up in brooklin when he was a keed, iced a rappa and got (h)is instead. He can't sing, he can't dance! just lies round in his crib wearin baggy pants.
Mah homies mah bruvva, lies in his crib got messed up in brooklin when he was a keed, iced a rappa and got (h)is instead. He can't sing, he can't dance! just lies round in his crib wearin baggy pants.
“We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.” - Albert Einstein
"You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother" - Albert Einstein
"You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother" - Albert Einstein
Umm..okay, den...here goes...
Maxin', relaxin', mos'ly jus' chillin',
I may be ghost-faced, but I ain't about killin',
Nevah slapped a ***** an' I don't intend to,
Not about rappin' but I can pretend to,
Hope ya don' mind while I grab my pants:
Anything's music if it make a brutha dance...
Okay, I'm 'out', like they say...gotta get me some zzz's...I'll rap to ya tomorrow, bruthas an' sistahs...Peace.
Maxin', relaxin', mos'ly jus' chillin',
I may be ghost-faced, but I ain't about killin',
Nevah slapped a ***** an' I don't intend to,
Not about rappin' but I can pretend to,
Hope ya don' mind while I grab my pants:
Anything's music if it make a brutha dance...
Okay, I'm 'out', like they say...gotta get me some zzz's...I'll rap to ya tomorrow, bruthas an' sistahs...Peace.
I didn't get where I am today by being on time...
