Hey chaps. Anything happen while I was gone?
Quote from: Ben Purse on April 27, 2012, 05:31:50 PMHey chaps. Anything happen while I was gone? Garv became well respected and is equated to the level of Nar, and can ban people who displease him.
I've got one of those questions... Is it appropriate to date your best friends ex girlfriend?
also lol at most toxic guy around calling others out on this sh**
For once the mods did something right
im just waiting for meganerdbomb to come along and kick things into gear.
With so much drama in the G.C.T.It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-GBut I, somehow, some wayKeep comin' up with funky ass sh** like every single dayMay I kick a little something for the G's?And, make a few ends as I breeze throughTwo in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin''Cause my momma ain't homeI got bitches in the living room gettin' it onAnd, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'So what you wanna do? sh**, I got a pocketFull of rubbers and my homeboys do tooSo turn off the lights and close the doorsBut, but what? We don't love them ho's, yeahSo we gonna smoke a ounce to thisG's up, hoes down, while you mother****ers bounce to thisRollin' down the street, smokin' endoSippin' on gin and juice, laid backWith my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindRollin' down the street, smokin' endoSippin' on gin and juice, laid backWith my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindNow that I got me some Seagram's ginEverybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped inNow this type of sh** happens all the timeYou got to get yours but fool I gotta get mineEverything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-GI got the cultivating music that be captivating heWho listens, to the words that I speakAs I take me a drink to the middle of the streetAnd get to mackin' to this bitch named SadieShe used to be the homeboys ladyEighty degrees, when I tell that bitch pleaseRaise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of theseAt ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breezeBitch, I'm justRollin' down the street, smokin' endoSippin' on gin and juice, laid backWith my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindRollin' down the street, smokin' endoSippin' on gin and juice, laid backWith my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindLater on that day, my homeyDr. Dre came through with a gang of TanquerayAnd a fat ass J of some bubonic chronicThat made me choke, sh**, this ain't no jokeI had to back up off of it and sit my cup downTanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm ****ed up nowBut it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'Dre got some bitches from the city of ComptonTo serve me, not with a cherry on top'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cotDon't get upset girl, that's just how it goesI don't love you ho's, I'm out the do' and I'll beRollin' down the street, smokin' endoSippin' on gin and juice, laid backWith my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindRollin' down the street, smokin' endoSippin' on gin and juice, laid backWith my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindRollin' down the street, smokin' endoSippin' on gin and juice, bitchWith my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindRollin' down the street, smokin' endoSippin' on gin and juice, bitchWith my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mind