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07-07-02, 11:14 PM
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Ready 4 anotha Dyce & Burnin comedy : The Gangsta-Hampstaz in tha hood
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Dyce=Dyce
Burnin=Burnin I'm a mutha-fucken street hampsta~a gangsta~Roamin with my glock/ I got my muthafucken hampsta-bitches sucken and fucken my fluffy hampsta cock// I'm the straight up hampsta-kingpin~don't fuck wit me~I'm the straight up hampsta-g/ I roll in my motherfucken ball~I'm a baller bi-atch~chillin with all the hampsta emcees// I shot this rat with my gat~Then I went over and ak47-ed a fucken cat!// Fuck the dogs~hampsta 4 life~ I'm the master off gangsta-hampsta combat// we roll straight gangsta in mercedes hampsta balls~ and fuck fly hampsta bitches off rodent bootie calls!~ we runnin shit, cats won't even step to us~ pit bulls get lost when they when our Gats bust~ leave rats in tiny caskets and pidgeons thrown in ditches~ tryin to fuck my fly hampsta-gangsta bitches~ every thing was straight, until that faithful day~ when me and my hampsta posse got locked away~ Me and my muthafucken man got chucked in a petstore/ How the fuck are we gonna keep it gangsta~we've been thrown through the door// Thats It!~We have a settle to score~these muthafuckaz are gonna get a hampsta war!!/ There will be a "bills petshop" nomore~ We'll blow it~they'll be poor and have to whore// We grab our glocks and start our 'ballin'~The hampsta projects are fucken callin!/ We shoot the with our ak and start the brawlin'~This bitch dies and starts fallin'/ We have entered the shop with our glocks~theres 1 down and 19 to go/ We hit the humans with our bullet-flow~Goddamn this is one hell of a show!// we blaze the owners, an dodge attempts to smash us~ but we runnin' too fast, weak humans can't catch us~ man i'm goin back to the hood, back where i'm the masta~ you can take a hampsta out the hood, but not the hood out of the hamsta~ so as my homey distracts the fat whore, i make a ruxh and chew through a power cord~ as the fire moves throughout the shop, the crew runs toward the door and moves foward~ We flew from the blowing store~We have settled this muthafucking score/ Now its time for us to explore these projects~shit hampsta-gangsta-galore!// Last edited by Dyce : 07-08-02 at 12:54 AM. |
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