letz talk abt gucci mane

I WALK AROUND THE CITY LIKE. IT DONT MATTER.
THE EARTH MIGHT TURN, NOBODY TRY ME CUZ THEY KNOW BETTER

ahhhhh "real as they get" is HARD AS FUCK

its time to admit we were rong about waka flocka flame

also best verse I've heard from OJ in AGES

guys real talk this knocks the 1st 2 mixtapes out the water ....

yeah i think so too

'no no no' & 'foreign' are so lol

the joint at the end with shawty redd is crazy

yah thats 'foreign' -- got that line like "haters hate cuz they life is borin. borin. Foreign. Foreign"

& Flexin -> My Chain is the first time where i feel like these dudes actually have some chemistry as a group fwiw

yeah, yeah - i can't make out a lot of the first verse

gucci be geeky of the chief that he be ?

remember now - i was for wacka flocka before i was against him

the 'my shadow' chorus is my favorite chorus so far

im envisioning the most fucking epic music video for that shit

please pardon me, please pardon me, i'm sorry i'm so sparkling
i don't say this normally but please excuse my ornaments

― it takes a nation of 51 to hold us back (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 2:25 AM (9 hours ago) Bookmark

this is the best chorus

What/who is Wacka Flocka?

drama is also on top of his game

"call me drama f. kennedy"

no way --

I WALK AROUND THE CITY LIKE. IT DONT MATTER
THE EARTH MIGHT TURN NOBODY TRY ME CUZ THEY KNOW BETTER
SO SAVE THE CHIT-CHATTER IM TOO DEEP U BOYS SHALLOW
I RHYME FOUR DEEP ME MYSELF AND I, AND PLUS MY SHADOW

HOMIE DOWN FOR WHATEVER EVEN IF I TRY MY BEST I COULDNT RUN FROM MY SHADOW
SO NO MATTER. HOW LUCKY THAT I GET ITS NOT JEALOUS
SO WHEN I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO, I TALK TO MY SHADOW

sounds lame as fuck written out tbh. but obv the effect in song is like O_O

that's some real stoned shit

some insane beats on here

--nicci mane

― luriqua, Thursday, 9 August 2007 07:56

waka flocka flame has a minor regional hit right now w/ his track off 'writing on the wall.' hes like the hardhead gruff dude from the crew, like the alfamega or something (except w/out the snitching)

i kinda wish they would kick him out and absorb jody breeze or dg yola but w/e

im coming around on him

noz told me he writes about that track in the new issue of wire mag lol

lol

the end of "excuse me"

cockiest i'm rockin this cause ain't nobody hot as this
so hot as hot lava get and i'm not with that modest shit
poppin' cris, think that i need alcohol anonymous
four-five in the club, i could kill a hippopotamus
office chick, college chick, i got game for any chick
i hang out with stars you would think i'm an astrologist
bank should pay me back for all the fuckin game they borrowin
thirty grand a feature and i don't have time for bargainin

his bit about violating probation is hilarious - "i got court in the morning but i don't really wanna go/ they say i violated probation for just blowing my nose". like, uh dude, you did like 5 hours out of 200 for community service, stfu

lol

i rhyme four deep me myself and i, and plus my shadow

im basically listening to 'shadow' & 'real as they get' over &over

Best Saturday morning "Good morning!" present ever. But 23 more minutes of d/l. Damn my friend's shitty Chicago internet connexion.

my former label didn't trick me they just did what was expected
i was self-sufficient before, i was independent sellin records
i know they kickin theyself in the ass, i'm playin chess they playin checkers
and they know as well as i, i eat their whole roster for breakfast

"i know you guys seen me mature right before your eyes" - dj drama

uh... what

alright there are definitely mistagged songs here

the one that is called "'yelp' i got all of that" is the one that is tagged as "trap goin crazy". the one that is tagged as "gucci speaks" (and is 4 mins long) is actually called "trap goin crazy" and the one that is tagged as "'yelp' i got all of that" is called "gucci speaks" which is obv since it's 25 seconds long

i'm in the kitchen homie whippin up a deuce
niggas lookin sick i call it chicken noodle soup
chickens in the living room, we call it the chicken room
birds everywhere it's lookin like atlanta zoo
pounds in the stash bag, chickens in the coupe
birds like a bet shopper, pigeons on the roof
workin with the fork turnin one into a two
how these niggas snitchin you gotta watch out for your crew
catch me on 285 im slidin round the loop
if you want to smoke holla at me for the fruits
if you want the x holla at me for a few
i'm standin over pies like your momma cookin food

birds like a pet** shopper

sick flow i need a gingerrrrr .... ale

tryin to fill my shoes is like an armless man with chopsticks
got a dark brown soft top bentley, chocolate

like an armless man with chopsticks!!!

haha

that couplet is brilliant cuz the second half is like 8 syllables short of the first but the line is so choppy that it ends up working in rhythm

i want to transcribe the second verse of "my shadow" but i can't tell if it's some next-level izzle rhyming that i can't make out or if it's just gibberish

shoes stacked up in my closet i cant even see my clothes
and my belly get so big i cant even see my toes

i got [??] under my polo, i'm out on promo
i got these tear drops under my izz-eye don't make it one mo
and i got kilos, one for the two-oh that was like oh-fo
i had drizzle, yup bags of smizzle, but keep it low-low
can't tell the po-po i'm friends with fizzle cuz that's a no-no
smoke this guido, me and my vatos, but yous a bozo
my fans so loyal, down till i blizzow, this shit like white coke
i got candy... paint on my cell phone, your shit from mako
i'm out the tizzop, connect the dizzots, i'm bendin legos
and this shizzam just like a waffle, i call it eggos
i'm got those hundos off in my pocket, a stupid bank roll
and if you try me, the coroner gon wrap ya, just like a egg roll

tried to wet me up, shot up my truck in east atlanta
wanna set me up because i treat this nigga in savannah
they put some money on my head i had to move to alabama
started pumpin with my cousin mixin caine with arm & hammer
somebody bloodied my face badly my left ?? to the slammer
but they put me in the hole because i beat him like a hammer
they shooter shot my nigga juice a couple times over in gresham
wish i went there just to help him, he pushed on so i respect him
the ?? the fortune and the fame deep in the game me and my gang
behind the rush to get my record they tried to murk me for my chain
put tear drops under my eye cuz sometimes i wish i could cry
but to lose my self respect my nigga i would rather die

tryin to fill my shoes is like an armless man with chopsticks
got a dark brown soft top bentley, chocolate
i'm so mach 6, homeboy you so not shit
playin free, y'all cant touch me, but you're not it
i'm on fire, steaming hot, i could boil grits
jet li with the shoes, gucci rockin new kicks
ATLien, baby girl let's have a moon date (<<---- lol wtf @ this)
got 8 bedrooms i'm dyin for a roommate
i was home schooled, i didn't have a schoolmate
sike! i went to trap school, 60k in 12th grade
sike! i'm a millionaire but cellmate, well great
like a junkie cravin crack so i'm in kitchens all day

brick squad charm same size as a tennis racket

that's actually otm as far as i can tell

yall ball when you can but i stunt when i wanna
your girlfriend wanna fuck me... i think we're gonna
marijuana got my beemer foggy as a sauna
i'm gucci mane la flare bitch i'm such a prima donna
i'm east atlanta shawty but i hang where i wanna
got a plug in arizona but used to slang on the corner
got a [??] lookin chick i ride her like winona
i'll text my city plenty when she come from california
you are not the owner of that car it is a loaner
got money stacks as tall as you cuz that's just my persona
got half a million on my neck so try me if you wanna
keep a shooter with a chopper turn you to an organ donor

marijuana got my beemer foggy as a sauna

^^^love this one