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I have passed out in my office chair a good 3 or 4 times now.
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so drink some coffee, jackass
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do you have your own office, or just a cubicle?
You could try closing the door and taking a nap under the desk ala Seinfield |
just a cube. but i'll probably be doing that in a second or two anyhow.
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Mmmmcube. The perfect nap space.
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I feel asleep in the lunch room for an hour and a half!
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Tadao, how would i get to California from Yorkshire on short notice?
Thanks for the offer, though... |
Whats the worse shit heard
A shotgun blast from the back a ya head Niggas don't know who got hit But I know fo sho somebody dead All I hear is people scream in the background Everybody in the club down on tha flo Everybody in the VIP was Runnin over each otha fo the back do I don't see MJG nowhere Gunshots still pop in the mayhem Imma reach fo the heat that I snuck in Hope my shots don't hit the innocent Seems like we done been here a long time But its only been about 5 minutes Shoulda stayed my ass at home Its too late now I'm already in it Whats the worse shit seen Blood on the flo, blood on the wall People gettin hit didn't do nothing Baby don't know, momma ain't comin home And I don't know what started it all Over some bitch, or over some broaaad A nigga done went too far Now you gotta run and deal wit the law And I don't wanna do nuthin but get home I don't wanna see nuthin but the freeway I don't wanna have to pop this four five But I will if it mean Imma get away Pull back let it all go Run outside, jump in the vee-hic Burn off doin eighty four Nigga wanna get me, boy betta be quick |
Security beatin the hell outta some of the instigatas
Who started the fuck rucous in the first place And there ain't even no way I could sugar coat it As bad is I want the shit to be over and be the worse case I'm tryin to make it to my chevy, I don't give a fuck about the bitches Or the little money Imma spend now MJG I'm just tryna get up out the club like So don't be stickin yo hand up to me talkin bout you hurtin You a veteran now hit me wit a dub spot And ain't no way I'm tryna get hit wit a stray bullet But no matta what chu say nigga they pull it A nigga who on a mission to get me and everybody Who came wit me back to mutha fuckin safety And don't nobody but me and a couple niggas who kill nigga for real Hit the ignition on the Chevy Impala To keep the lookout for me I just cut the music on the lo-lo I got my hand on the fo-fo Tellin my people to get down, help me look out for the po-po Put it in drive, hit the accelerator Pistol wippin while I'm dippin now Anotha episode of niggas tryna get out the club Because anotha mutha fucka nigga trippin now |
I didn't know wtf he said in like 5 lines so I just left htem out!
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GET LOW (GET LOW) GET LOW (GET LOW)
GET LOW (THEY FIGHTIN') GET LOW (THEY FIGHTIN') GET LOW (THEY SHOOTIN') GET LOW (THEY SHOOTIN') |
 I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda Civic Hundred sack of that dro, got a G lifted And the way I work the grain, gotta be gifted Dipping, in and out of traffic swiftly Tipsy, off drank but no beers here I got a tre, and a twenty ounce root beer Muddy, like a motherf**king hog pen Banging Pac "Makaveli", play that number eight again Time go by, puffing on high I'm feeling too fly, and that ain't even high See I's a gangsta nigga, I shoot or shank a nigga But it's some'ing about them swangas, that'll change a nigga Have you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger nigga You shining harder than a bitch, he don't blame you nigga Who could blame you nigga, you doing the damn thang Staying true to the game, you deserve to swang Behind that five percent, windows never go down Music never go down, my nigga say slow down Keep driving, pass that dro Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |
Hit your breaks homie, let the third light glow
Swang open the do', let em smell the dro Naw we ain't capping, that there for them bitches We grinding hard as fuck, and riding on our riches Shit the fam good, the kids good So why not grip wood through the hood nigga, come on now Kush got me gone now, I don't smoke the stress I been blessed, so if it's in the air it's the best And if it's in my cup, it's that purple Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a circle No destination, nigga just riding Big mothership gliding, motor on siding That's what it is, what could be better Send a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters To my niggaz in the Penn, I'ma hold you down Show the whole unit, how we do in H-Town nigga yeah Behind that five percent, windows never go down Music never go down, my nigga say slow down Keep driving, pass that dro Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |
 I'm rolling on 4's, with the windows closed Dro smoke up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows Playafali on my toes, gotta show the world I'm having change So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them thangs Hurting boys mayn, Thugga gotta represent I stay lit up, behind that five percent tint Stay bent on the daily, when I'm in the hood Shining like a superstar, when I grip the wood Pieced up smelling good, gotta stay fresh And show the world I'm blessed, everytime my voice up in your deck Wreck the mic, and I wreck on the 'vard Every season some'ing hard, coming out my garage I don't barred, H-Town repping till I'm dead From the Tre to the West, to my G's off the 'Stead Boys out here getting bread, and reaching our goals Behind tint with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's Behind that five percent, windows never go down Music never go down, my nigga say slow down Keep driving, pass that dro Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |
I'm copy & pasted'n these, and whoever is writtingg the lyrics ar edoin a horrible job of being right :x
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 I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss |
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 Picture me posted on the corner, my pants saggin below my ass With somethin weighin down my pocket, from people countin my cash I'm a hop inside the drop and let the top down, and squat down Then I make 'em pump they brakes like I'm a stop sign Told you I rhyme gangsta, I got it locked down - Houston, Texas my home My paint stay wetter then a bitch - on this nice selection of chrome And if I ever choose to roam homey, I'm good where I go Better ask yo'favorite ghetto star, how I get down on the low My hustle fuh sho, when I'm gettin this dough You better believe if I talk about it I got it to show My neck and wrist enough to drop a hater jaw to the flo' And don't worry bout the price it cost bitch I got money to blow It's nothin to a boss! |
I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a bossss |
I make the money but don't let the money make me But my money make alot of haters hate me 'cause I'm a shine, I ain't tryna tone shit down I'm a put it in they face and show I'm paid now I'm livin laid now, use to be broke strugglin Till I got up off my ass and started straight hustlin Got out and got it on my own, wasn't gave nothin You ain't heard that lil'young nigga stayed thuggin Went from the streets, to the beats now I'm makin hits Momma happy cause her son gettin paid legit I been the shit mayne, before the paper came You can take away my money, but can't take my game I'm the boss nigga, gyeah... |
I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss I get money - I gett, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a bossss |
Now in the hood I'm gettin paid - slam butterfly do's Gettin money just guarantee me a bunch of fly hoes So I choose to let 'em have it, it's evident talk is cheap I put about thirty in my mouth so now they feel me when I speak(yeah) I'm Trae Tha Truth you better go ask 'em who the streets And ask 'em who that, in that black on black with ostrich sittin on the seats My money speaks plus I'm surrounded by a couple freaks I'm so much in my zone I ain't been home in bout a couple weeks They use to tell me I was broke, I told 'em not for long And pulled up on they ass in somethin, that cost bout forty stacks alone See in these streets I'm like the president ridin on chrome Saggin my ceasers with my t - shirt on - like I'm a boss |
I get money - I get, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss I get money - I get, I get moneyy - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss I get money - I gett, I get money - I get money, it ain't nothin to a boss nigga I get money - I, I, I, I get money, I get money it ain't nothin to a boss |
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