More lyrics of rap music that isnt good..

February 15 2008

Here is some more rap lyrics from rappers that our children are listening too. Talks about alot of bad things so you think this kind of music doesnt affect our teens? You my friend are WRONG!!!


“Smoking On Purple”
(feat. Webbie)

[Lil’ Boosie talking]
Ease your mind a little bit (ease your mind)
Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin’ blunt)
Lift back that sunroof (lift back your shit nigga)

[Lil’ Boosie]
This that shit that we ride to
This that shit that we vibe to
This that shit that we get high to
That gangster music nigga
And you can try but you ain’t Lil’ Boosie nigga no (no)
Bad bitches got you feelin’ great
Looked at my CEO like CEO let’s get this cake, baby
I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I’m player made
All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away
I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback
Everybody wanna take pictures they like, “Damn, you Mr. Kodak.”
Smoke comin’ out my sun roof a nigga shining
A nigga love gettin’ pussy love rocking diamonds
If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle your business
And you don’t need no nigga, be independent
It’s murder murder niggas beefin’ niggas slingin’ nines
And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind

Smokin’ on purple ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to… yeah
It’s murder, murder, murder gotta keep you nine
This that shit that we ride to… yeah

[Lil’ Boosie]
I know the game I know the street
I got the raps you got the beats
And we’re gonna lay it down real sweet
So you all can ride, head bobbin side to side
I don’t want shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga’s vibe
When you down and out, don’t nobody trust you
But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you
It’s still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look)
they still racist, I can see it on them bitches’ faces
that’s why I’m smokin’ and laughin’ I got my grind on
And they don’t feel my struggle they think my mind gone
That’s why it’s murder, murder kill, kill on the corner
These little niggas got big pistols ready to put it on your
So, when you die you might as well be high
Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie?
That’s why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday
Two glocks cocked so they don’t bruise me

[Chorus 2X]

[Lil’ Webbie]
Smoking on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, nigga
Eyes barely open and I’m glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This shit must got something in it, niggas slipped some crack with weed
Ain’t no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe
Got me fumblin’ and trippin’ almost passed the blunt to Cee
Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squinting tryin’ to see
And they don’t know what time it is but I know it’s time to eat
Ridin’ dirty bumping, ridin’ dirty know how that shit be
One day your hear and the next day you going on repeat
With that nine up in my reach right now dyin’ ain’t for me
Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I’m too high to go to sleep
Bust a hooty when you rollin’ potent as you s’posed to be
You be rollin’ and smokin’ ‘em back to back consistently
Keep movin’ dutches to Phillies, garcias, and shisha sweets
Yeah savage really don’t care just put that shit in the air

[Chorus 2x]



“Set It Off”

you wanna talk shit? you wanna run your mouth?
you want some gangsters front your motherfucking house?
We’ll set this bitch off, yeah set this bitch off
We’ll set this bitch off, set this bitch off
They call me Bad Azz, and I’ll punish you
You ain’t my equal, we ain’t people and I ain’t one of you
Since ’98 I grabbed my plate up off the lunch table
I told mama I’m thugging outside we don’t need cable
Now I’m the nipples on the titty, the motor called a “Hemi”
I’m the V-12 in that 760, your nigga’s bitches
We’re real niggas with g-codes
We love to go in beast mode
We’re thugging, we all got bread so if we fall we’re the crutches
We’re the dodo in the dutchess
I’m the photo in the camera
I’m the pistol when it snap you
I got the sickest beemer, I got the sickest magnum, I got the sickest charger
you all’s 30 mines 40
I told you nigga’s let me get me, for you get stretched in the street
This the day that you gonna be deceased for playing with a beast
I told Turk take off my collar
I’m finna take it there
You niggas ain’t play at my projects, you all played at the fair
Trill Entertainment, that’s my thugs there
That’s love there
D.A. don’t search my house ’cause ain’t no motherfucking drugs there
We’re smart with this shit, we got retarded with this shit
Duce-Duce up in my shoe, I set if off up in this bitch nigga

Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
My click all dogs bitch don’t make us set it off [x2]
Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
You jumping like a frog we’ll put you on that wall
Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
My click all dogs bitch don’t make us set it off

Man I be thugging, I be fresh, I be super clean
With Gucci shades with some j’s you ain’t never seen
The race car jacket with about 80 fucking patches, with the car to match it
Tony Stewart, it’s a classic
You all penny pinching nigga, we spending on you all niggas
Call savage from the back, come pour some Henny on these niggas, man
You don’t wanna fuck with me
I learned from the streets, yeah
I roll with my heat, yeah
Never turn on my peeps ’cause I’m gutta
Came out my mama a hustler
Been through the rain and the pain, now I’m a dirty motherfucker
I’ll hurt a motherfucker, set it off in this bitch
You all niggas coughing in this bitch, we’re flossing in this bitch
And I walk real well, fuck going to jail
Come home and set it off and get you mail, nigga
I got a mind full of evil thoughts
So don’t get you people caught round my people house
‘Cause believe me I’m gone set it off bitch


Oh you bucked up and fucked up and you ain’t got no mind
Don’t even respect you elders no you ain’t respecting mine
But I’m gonna hit you with that nine, put some sense in you nigga
Should’ve put something on you ass when you was a lil nigga
Now that you wanna play with the real niggas
well set it off
Bitch you’re scared to let it off, plus your daddy wasn’t no dog
you mama had more heart than you daddy bitch ass
you ain’t gonna set nothing off, that’s who made you soft
Bitch you wanna come in that south, where it get dumb in that drought
Where nigga’s wild out like O-dog and run in your house
And run in your mouth, it’s crucial
Watch what you say about Boosie
‘Cause Boosie to oozie’s
It’s crucial
Ain’t never had shit but I’ll fuck a bad bitch
Quicker that you can count to 6, 1-2-3-4-5-6 she hit
I don’t play, I lay laws, you’re my size I break jaws
I get disrespected at all, I set it off nigga

I set it off in this motherfucker,
Don’t make me let it off in this motherfucker
And you’re gonna respect a dog up in this motherfucker
‘Cause I’ll set it off


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