Posted by DJ Andeee B. Demented at dialup-209.246.68.163.dial1.newyork1.level3.net on July 07, 2001 at 11:42:06:
In Reply to: I didn't laugh my ass off. posted by BrianLynch on July 07, 2001 at 11:16:31:
Let me try a thugged out beat poets version
H: What's up D, ready to sell some crack to those grimy bitches that'll swallow your cock fo' a piece of rock?
D: What's up Daddy-o, they call me Drikky drake, I sell drugs like a sniggity snake, I'm slippery and I got lots of green, no what I mean, Jean?
H: Whatchu want, jack, I got girls a' plenty, twenty and over, rover, slip it to em' and bounce, then we sell our ounces, while the crackhead pounces on our door, beggin for more.
D: I hear you G, the pussy is free but the crack costs money, love, but don't forget the glove before you put it in and sin, no baby, no disease, everybody wins.
H: True Mistah Drake Cake but I'm gettin old, these chickens want me for my gold, not my super playalistic moves, I can't groove no more, and I can't even last, 2 minutes before I blast, damn yo, oldy but goody but need to take my own medicine to even get a woody.
D: I see what your sayin, you gettin old and decayin' while ya heart remains playin, well play on playa, don't hate the playa, hate the game, don't hate the dame, yo got fortune and fame, Grease is the word, but Heff is the name.