March 31, 2008

Faggot Ass Rappers

Damn, where have all the G's gone? Here's the rules if you wanna be a Real Muthafuckin G:

1. No more illegal activity. Get a fuckin education and make them millions. I know what y'all punk ass bitches thinking "Mr. Roachclip's gone soft." No, muthafuckas. You all get thrown in jail and be packing each other's fudge for like 5-10 years. Then when you guys get out the pen, you go on with your gay shit.

Proof:
You got Lil Wayne kissing Baby, Jay Z sharing an apartment with his Rocawear male model/running back Larry Johnson, Ma$e fucking tranny hookers, Benie Sigel poppin ecstasy rubbin and kissin Peedi Crakk all over youtube. That brings me to number two.

2. No taking ecstasy or meth or none of that shit. Weed and Beer only.

3. No colorful ass japanese clothing with all this graffiti, silly string shit all over it. Get some khakis, some basic t shirts and some Chuck Taylors or Nike Cortez.

4. You can only listen to rap made before 1998. Only exception: Lil Eazy E's music and Sade.

5. Get into shape. Real gangstas get lots of pussy. Gangsta's need stamina. Y'all weak little punks lookin like either soulja boy or Fat Albert. Eat some Steaks and start liftin weights. Look at my son for example. That's gangsta.

Now I now some of you weak, mark ass cats will be thinkin I'm crazy. Fine, don't listen to me. I hope your happy when your in your 30's still slangin, having to piss for your P.O. with like 4 kids runnin around. Baby Mama drama, hatin on us Millionaire cats with Maybachs and shit as you pourin gas in the carburator trying to start your 78 oldsmobile. That's cool though cause you "kept it real" huh? True, kept it real stupid.

Man up, you bitches.

Be a Real Muthafuckin G.

Last Night's BBQ

Yo man, It's the Godfather of Gangsta Rap. Last night, I had to sock this fucker in his mouth. We was all chillin and shit, eatin corn and shit you know? And this Studio Gangsta starts talkin shit bout my son, saying his raps aint right. So I threw down my kabob and straight clocked him. He started bleedin and shit, and bounced off.

Later on, Ice Cube came by which was a big surprise. Mr. Fuckin Hollywood still keeps it real though. We still cool. Afterwards, we had a little hydraulics show in the front yard as we smoked some hydro. The pigs drove by but didn't even bother to stop. Cube didn't smoke though cause his ass gotta go back to Hollywood and make some kinda wack-ass cartoon for kids or something. I give props though. That's where the money is now, cause all ya'll jackin beats off this google internet shit.

Stay Ruthless.

March 30, 2008

No More ?'s

It's me Mr. Roach Clip. I'm high as fuck right now laughin at that SNL, Natalie Portman parody of my No More ?'s track. One thing though, bitch owes me a couple good fucks or some $$$ don't she? Eazy knows whats up, cuz see, he really don't give a fuck. It don't concern me if it don't pertain to money or a nut.

Off to fuck this bitch that looks like Craig's sister in Friday.

Keep it G.

March 29, 2008

Dominoes

What up gangtas? Yo, man I just got through playin bones with my crew. I cleaned up as usual. Then I got this fine little bitch to give me roadhead since I gave her a ride home.

Damn, I'm still buzzin from that last 40. I'm gonna get my car washed so me and my crew can go cruisin in about 15 minutes. If you're in tha CPT, meet us at the Osaka Teriyaki.

Hungover

Last Night:
Yo, last night
I went to my girls house to get her out of the pad. Dumb hoe says something stupid that made 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, wouldn't you know? So I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout. So I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out.


So I said "beeeeeatch," And I bought me some Bacardi, since I didn't rock her body.

This Morning:
Woke up quick at about noon. Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon. I know that I gotta get drunk before the day begins. Before my mother starts bitchin about my friends.
I'm Bored as hell and I wanna get ill. I know, I'll go to a spot where my homeboys chill. The fellows out there, makin that dollar. I'll pull up in my 6 4 Impala. By the way, gas prices be fucking ridiculous man. Fuck Bush, If I was in D.C. I'd regulate his ass. Pow Pow. Here comes the sniper, time to pay the piper!




March 28, 2008

Fuck Dre

One more thing, Fuck you Dre. You said I was gonna be on that Detox album. Instead, your suckin m and m's dick. I see what's up. You and 50, the Game...you all some mark ass bitches. Enjoying your fucking mansion in hollywood and shit. I'm still in Compton muthafuckas. Come round here and get you head folded. LA Times front page.

What I did today

I was Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up. Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box.But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks.

A dice game started so I said "what the fuck?" So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck.
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7. Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo. Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich. Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch! He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last. So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot, I shot. As you can see, I cold broke his ass.


This Internet shit

Mothafuckas be jackin my beats off this limewire shit. You better watch your back. You gonna pay what you owe.