letz talk abt gucci mane

is "diamonds" on russia & america?

let's me download

tho i am in grr brr

that may be it.

let's?

i'll upload to rapidshare, gimme a few mins

kev they are diff songs (lol)

i cant do rapidshare, but it's cool, i'll get it tomorrow i'm sure

working again. nvm.

unsure what the deal is/was.

sendspace link now works

ha xpost

ight

MR THANKSGIVING

i was gonna start listening to one of these but THE ROAST OF LARRY THE CABLE GUY is on, and i can never turn a comedy central roast down

larry the cable guy? really? is it any good, 'cause that's sort of stooping. i mean...shatner, pamela anderson,...larry the cable guy?

the roasting of the actual roastee is usually the worst part of the show. i'm really in it for the ripping on the other roasters. and yeah it's pretty funny. not the best one but still packs major lols.

FOLLOW ME - GUCCIMERICA

My chain is really stupid but my swagger's real retarded
I'm shitting on all these haters like I'm rapping on the toilet
My wordplay is unique, it's so sweet that I keep a cavity
Your money is petite, my money defies laws of gravity
So quarantine the studio 'cause Gucci got a sick flow
Sicker than tuberculosis, I keep spitting these ? verses
So please give a ? dick 'cause I just fucked all over ya
My lights they cost me half a brick 'cause we ate in Cambodia

They sent a million after Texas
Guess y'all ain't just half the pranksters
See the world through Gucci glasses
Yep, I said Gucci glasses
And if I had no daddy then it mean I be a bastard child
My dizzle'll whip you like your dad, I'll smoke you like a Black & Mild

CHORUS
My flow so supersweet, every verse I get a cavity
Drive me so deep I'll feed your girl / your girlfriend wanna marry me
My soul fleck (?) is sick that they quarantined the studio (bleeeeh)
The diamonds in my ear clearer than a shot of ??
Gucci Mane flare got beef like Hardy
If grandaddy were living I would buy grandad a Harley
I am not a role model like Charles Barkley
Yes I am a role model, everybody follow me
Follow me, follow me, everybody follow me
Obama called me yesterday and told me Gucci follow cuz
follow me, follow me, everybody follow me
and if you wanna be a leader i suggest you follow me

Fronting like a Wise Man, eye fished on the prize man
And if I told you you was dope than I would be a lyin man
Fire than a fireman, hotter than a fryin pan
And you would never see me homie, it's like you a blind man
I started my own label cause I am my own man
You n****s are not a label, y'all too fuckin' old man
Go pick up some old cash, then pick up my old fast
Then pick up my old albums steadily in line man
Gucci got an old soul, but he got that new swag
Jumpin out his rolls royce, flashing on y'all ??
I just got some mo' problems cause i got some mo' cash
I just been out four months, I caught a ??? blow past

chorus

My left wrist one hundred K, my right wrist two hundred though
My necklace cost five hundred grand, earring cost me sixty pen
Twenty on these ?? baby, well we in a hundred man
I don't care for pocket change so I'm a walking million
So ices are on me and you just dust a ???
She so r-reptilian my girlfriend is Sicilian
If I said I wasn't the best - I'd be lying to you
If you ask me to be honest I'd say I'm the truth (GUCCI!)
I'm the truth, I'm the truth, just like my niece
She should have her too much skills (?)
She so stupid Q you ask her she'll say Uncle Truth
Spit a verse so fucking sick they quarantined the vocal
Til my auntie told me "go home get rest water and a lotta soup"

CHORUS

no hearthrob but i think that i'm gorgeous
keep that phantom white cuz i ride on wheel of fortunes

apparently the joint here with drake & killer mike is a timbaland beat

best sunday ever

best sunday ever

― bare grills (tpp), Sunday, 18 October 2009 11:50 (29 minutes ago) Bookmark

"I'm thinking of buying a small island, just off of Wales". Isle of Man?

Kind of wish he got some English MCs instead of Jim Jones though :(

I BE E'ERYWHEEEEERE!

WHICH IS THE BEST ONE?

bout to get into this

great brrritain>guccimerica>brrrussia

from what i can tell - they are all equally very good tho

wow really

guccimerica>great brrritain>brrrussia imo. all great though.

i fucks with "NERD"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lOEDQ2KkW0

is my jam.

why did killer mike never become the biggest mc in the game?

he's bigga now, but not the biggest

only listened to brrrrussia cuz it was the best-tagged. Glad to hear the others are better

so much to process

? rushed up
bustin like percussions in a band
if you think a nigga bread make you hear it
in japan my clan like wu-tang
so icey bike gang
tatted like a mexican
trappin ain't dead and traffickin ain't either
sell a nigga club? like the dope game legal
got a desert eagle, a ten millimeter
i hit you with the heater, have your ass have a seizure
i'm something way evil
but i don't think i'm evil
i make good music
i smoke good reefer
i used to have the geekers
pagin me and ?
ringin' my beeper
my prices got cheaper
my flows got lethal

? get rusty
but i bet my ar fifth ain't dusty
underarm kush got the whole club musty
slap your homeboy cause his mouth got reckless
now the paramedics bringin in three stretches
see you at the show in the nosebleed section
see him now 30 nigga oh so petty
your girlfriend backstage damn she pretty
listen, country said my watch is like diddy's
inner city shorty in the game gettin busy
last i heard i'm the down south biggie
rip to tupac but gucci still livin
i'm a livin legend so they gotta ? me

so much to process

^^this, i got school shit to do, hoping to get some good listening time in soon

oh my god. "Street Cred"

drake's most superfluous moment which is saying quite a lot

any of you knuckleheads gonna defend "Spotlight"?

like i was seriously sitting in the car thinking "if this is Usher ft. Gucci, then i'm gonna be pissed they're pushing Papers to the side and setting him up for another flop...and if this is Gucci ft. Usher, then shit is just sad that he thinks this is what he needs"

it's pretty indefensible insofar as the hook & beat are boring and most of the good rhyme schemes are recycled from mixtapes

gucci & usher doing a song prod by polow could've been pretty good even it if was an inherently hacky song about some chicks, but this one def isn't good

HI i'm really late here but OMG the burrprint is kind of astonishing. "my shadow" is fucking nuts. the beat on "foreign"!

it is the reason that i haven't got round to the cold war mixtapes yet.

i think this is the best verse on all of burrprint - first verse from "trap goin crazy"

JACQUES did a good job with the transcription & i got the part that he couldn't figure out

atlanta put your fingers up, bangin' like a center
my diamond niggas swingin like the thriller in manilla
index look like christmas, pinky cold as winter
see the frozen crystals when i hit the cigarillo
remember i'm a genius, nah like washington a wizard
not from pittsburgh, pa but your girl i might just steeler
in my red ferrari, sittin on spinners, tinted windows
blinkin like a blinker, on the seats are my initials
probably see me, you could see me, with this puerta rican groupie
blue bikini, if you like 'em cheatin'? cause i'm trick or treatin'
sittin on skinnys in my lambourghini while you dream of genie
as i'm leanin and my carats gleamin and the sun is beamin

here is the second verse

the red dog rollin so it's hotter than a sauna
all the boys and girls gotta get up off the corner
feds got ya picture hangin, probly snitchin on ya
baby momma bitchin and she wishin that ya fumble
pounds in the trash bag tell me what's the number
pills in the napsack, chickens in the hummer
trap house bunkin i done made another hunned
you better count your money cuz it's christmas in december
180 greasy will have you outside in a bummer
the middle of july i make it winter in the summer
cocaina clean it got it snowin like nebraska
and zone 6 east atlanta man we call the shit alaska

here's the third verse

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 pet 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
spy 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

best song on the mixtape IMO

here are some of the ones from upthread that weren't labeled

second verse of "my shadow" (a lot of this is iffy)

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 had kilos, one for the two-oh that was like oh-fo
i had drizzle, yup bags of smizzoke, 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 em 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

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 12:43 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

third verse of "my shadow"

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

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 12:49 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

first verse of "i think i want her"

yall ball when yall 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'ma text my city plenty when she come from california
you are not the owner of that car that is a loaner
got money stacks as tall as you cuz that's just my persona
i 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

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 1:05 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

second verse of "i think i want her"

my flow so schizophrenic that i think i need a straight jacket
straight drop dope flow, put me in a crack baggie
old school, like a 1960 cadillac
i'm wearin one in every hood that's why these niggas swagger jack (well damn!)
you not in my league, nowhere close to my tax bracket
brick squad charm bout the same size as a tennis racket
thirty ratchet i'm totin my jeans got my pants saggin
don't let yo girlfriend get me back and now the bitch braggin
rims to the watch and to the watch, hat to the shoes, matchin
since i'm gucci mane might as well buy her some new glasses
everybody still lookin at me when my vette passes
brick squad CEO i guarantee the check cashin

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 1:17 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

first verse of "frowney face"

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 last visit 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 by 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

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 1:26 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

second verse of "foreign"

lamborghini orange, yeah that bitch foreign
you all ready know it cost a leg and arm
me and dub flowin, a hundred twenty cash
touch one button, the roof turn into nothin
whole lotta currency, bass so busy
hizzy, hizzy, cartier the lenses
girlfriend foreign, i don't like domestic
everything imported, [??] against it
japanese charm, shorty talk foreign, probly just soarin
million cash months, pockets got mumps, speed bump humps
pull up in a foreign, only made once

― kushighway (J0rdan S.), Saturday, October 10, 2009 1:48 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark

first verse of "foreign"

i bought another car, but i don't really need it
each is 50,000, i guess i'm being greedy
you make the cake and eat it, i don't think you see it
girlfriend don't believe it, your money is anemic
my money is a beast, but i am not conceited
my squad pulled out them choppers
and your squad retreated, like michael jackson "beat it"
my crib you need to leave it
i just wanted a quicky(?), my nigga called me heathcliff
gucci very geeky by the chief that he be peefin
like girls who likin women, it's just the life i'm livin
i text your girlfriend nello(?), she called back i said "hello"
she said she wanna go out, i said let's check my schedule

"no no no" - kinda love this song. i think it's a good example of how gucci can do typically boring girl songs. for one the beat is really cool, but he finds this nice & easy & bouncy flow that is playful & nonchalant and matches the tone of the song right. and the verses are kind of humorous and i like that he basically picks one syllable for each bar and goes off from there

you know a nigga street, vacation for a week
we sexin on the beach and i ain't talkin bout the drink
open doors for her when i take her out to eat
i'm rollin up a sweet while she massage a nigga feet
lil shawty so fine, i got her sippin wine
i tell her i don't treat but she be knowin a nigga lyin
[??] can't stand me, they can't understand me
while they hoes hoppin i got her shoppin in miami
everything g, her french cost bout a g
her bag a couple grand and they compliments from me
see i could be the king, and she could be my queen
and we could be a team and fulfill each other's dreams
love the way she talk, love the way she walk
i'm always on her mind and she always in my thoughts
i got her at the house, we blowin on an ounce
i'm cookin dinner for her tonight we aint goin out

the second verse is lol for many reasons, i will post it here

no wonderbra, she got monster juggs
like a porn star, nice ass, nice jaw
[??] so i'm bringin my entourage
buy the bar and bust a gun and put it in the air
if you're down with gucci gucci tell your boy that i'm the flare
girl so fine, just look at her stare
million worth of ice on, no need to compare
your jeweler is a loser, i think mine need a cooler
more chains than rick the ruler, for breakfast got to sicily
wake up eat lunch in italy, buy you all kinda iced out ornaments
lil trap boys do that normally

i guess i like this song because the whole tape is pretty dark & hard and this one is just kinda breezy but it's not bad

started off as friends, and now we got a plan
i call her on her cellular and she callin me her man
let's go to japan, maybe even france
spend a hundred grand, overseas we holdin hands
gucci, louis, prada, it doesn't even matter
spoil her like my daughter so she love me like her father
cruisin the atlantic, isn't it romantic
spaghetti strap dress, she ain't wearin panties
sex her on the couch, freak her on the sink
i think, tomorrow, i might go buy her a mink

you know a nigga street, vacation for a week
we sexin on the beach and i ain't talkin bout the drink
open doors for her when i take her out to eat
i'm rollin up a sweet while she massage a nigga feet
lil shawty so fine, i got her sippin wine
i tell her i don't cheat but she be knowin a nigga lyin
her friends can't stand me, they can't understand me
while the hoes hoppin i got her shoppin in miami
everything g, her french cost bout a g
her bag a couple grand and they compliments from me
see i could be the king, and she could be my queen
and we could be a team and fulfill each other's dreams
love the way she talk, love the way she walk
i'm always on her mind and she always in my thoughts
i got her at the house, we blowin on an ounce
i'm cookin dinner for her tonight we aint goin out

― brrrmuda triangle (J0rdan S.), Tuesday, October 20, 2009 5:46 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

i think this is the best verse on all of burrprint - first verse from "trap goin crazy"

yeah i been saying this, jaw drops every time i hear it