A life less Ordinary

All this happy hardcore is bringing back memories! I feel old :(

*GLOWSTICKS*

HAPPY HARDCORE KIGHTRIDER REMIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nice song

I love this song so pretty

Bitches ain’t shit, bitches ain’t shit
Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Lets get the fuck out after you’re done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run…
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tighter than a mutharfuckin’ gangsta beats
And we was ballin’ on the muthafuckin’ Compton streets

Peep that shit, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthafuckin’ pockets was fat
I didn’t give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin’ with a white bitch doin’ the shit she do
Suckin’ on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin’
Now she’s suing cuz the shit she be doin’ ain’t shit

Bitches can’t hang with the streets
She found herself short
Now she’s takin’ me to court
That’s some real conversation for your ass

I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin’ the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn’t no good
But I’m the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn’t trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I’m back in the muthafuckin’ county jail
Six months on my chest, now it’s time to bail
I get’s released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news
Your girl was trickin’ while you was draped in your county blues
I ain’t been out a second
Now I already gotta do
Some muthafuckin chin checkin

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl’s house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the door, I look on the floor
It’s my little cousin Daz and he’s fuckin’ my hoe
I uncocked my shit…
I’m heart-broke but I’m still locked
Man, fuck that bitch!
…3,…4,…

Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you’re done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run…
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tighter than a mutharfuckin’ gangsta beats
And we was ballin’ on the muthafuckin’ Compton streets

Peep that shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthafuckin’ pockets was fat
I didn’t give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin’ with a white bitch doin’ the shit she do
Suckin’ on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin’
Now she’s suing cuz the shit she be doin’ ain’t shit

Bitches can’t hang with the streets
She found herself short
So now she’s takin’ me to court
That’s some real conversation for your ass
Bitches can’t hang with the streets
Bitches can’t hang with the streets
Bitches can’t hang with the streets
Bitches can’t hang with the streets

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin’ about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz on the pad throwin’ up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
I jumped in the fo’ hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back side to side
Then I let the alpine play
I was pumpin’ new shit by NWA
It was “Gangster Gangster” at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin’ like this:

Cruisin’ down the street in my 6-fo’
Jockin’ the bitches, slappin’ the hoe’s
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin’ some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It’s all about makin’ that G.T.A.

Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin’ that trash and we’ll pull your card
Knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit
Don’t quote me boy, cuz I ain’t said shit …

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-fo’ and hollered
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin’
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin’
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin’ that I couldn’t believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin’ shit, would’nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe’
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin’ that trash and we’ll pull your card
Knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy, cuz I ain’t said shit …

Punk ass trippin in the dead of night
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly
they rippin off everybody, man

I love my Boyfriend!!!

fuckyeahsharks:

thelifeofryan:

Finally finished my illustration final!

Underwater boxing between a nun and a shark with a Transformer referee?

Dude, what kind of drugs do you do? Whatever they are, can we have some?