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Maybe that's because it's a pretty lame wall, two hours out of the city, with a fucking fence in front of it, that's been played out for 15 years. Places like that perpetuate the idea that graffiti is about places like that, when this is in fact not the case. Just like message boards allow equally absurd ideas to come forward and assume a facade of reality which is in fact, not real. Biting is irrelevant, legal wall styles with the lifespan of a butterfly and the backbone of a shrimp are presented to the world as what "GRAFFITI" is about. There are burners in the city of Boston riding 25 years in some cases that have never appeared on the internet. Legendary pieces by kings. That is the gospel of graffiti. Life goes on and everyone will come up their own way... but keep that in mind.

 

Which is interesting in relation to those Legal Seafood ads, which relate their product, fish - which is already known for smelling bad - with shit. I saw this add on a truck today in Boston and I wanted to call them and tell them fire their ad manager because I would never eat at their shit fish restaurant. But in the final analysis, that's a successful ad because it get's your attention and sticks in your mind. Like so many other stupid fucking products and ideas and bullshit that people are trying to sell you every day, who the fuck prints up bumper stickers for judgment day? A pack of assholes, that's who...

 

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SOMETHINGS FISHY!

 

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Pimp C:

Uh...whuuuut (hehe)

Smoke somethin', bitch...smoke somethin'...

 

Pimp C:

I'm up early 'cause my nigga

Don't sell dope after night time.

Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie

'N move the dope through the pipeline

Pimp C, bitch...holla at yo' bitch,

Now yo' bitch on my team;

Got her buyin' us sticky green

Lace some with promythazine

Candy sweets, a candy bitch,

You lookin' at a candy boy.

I done came down Main and popped trunk;

Hit the switch on my candy toy.

We all young ghetto boyz,

That's why we act this way.

Tryin' to see a million dollars,

Hopin' these niggas don't blast today.

 

Bun B:

Pro smoke, pro choke,

Anti-broke, conservative liberal

Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin'

In criminal court, it's civil.

In the middle of re-al-it-y

Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle,

Knockin' over fat cats,

And gettin' my thoughts off bits and kibbles.

On note pads I scribble,

Write rippers that'll make you think.

Snap so hard it'll break your synchronicity,

Fuck it, take it, trick,

I fake it...blink 'n poof

We disappearin' into a shroud of dozier

Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's

But, bitch, I tried to told ya...

 

Chorus: (Pimp C)

Rollin' Seville (rollin' Seville),

Grippin' my steal (grippin' my steal),

My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel.

Sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),

House on the hill (house on the hill),

Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.

Nigga, how you feel (nigga, how you feel),

I feel so trill (I feel so trill),

Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.

House on the hill (house on the hill),

Marijuana fields (marijuana fields),

Grippin' my steal, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.

 

Bun B:

They tellin' me, "Bun don't go there"

But, man, I just gots to bring it.

These niggas, they wanna hate on that Texas,

But scared to sing it.

They don't know what that star 'bout

They don't know what that bar 'bout

They don't know what that candy car 'bout

Or smokin' that joint 'bout.

All they know is what the fuck I tell 'em

Or what the fuck we sell 'em

Smokin' Swishers, wood grain,

And leavin' stains on cerebellums.

Rebellum, propell 'em, gel 'em

From P.A. to Deep Ellum.

Tell 'em I tol' 'em

Wrote 'em, fuck it, phone 'em

To hell to heaven.

 

Pimp C:

I just spent 60 G's

On a brand new Eldo-reeze:

Black-on-black, drop top 'lac;

Northstar fifth wheel on back.

Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke

When my trunk steady hummin'

Had to leave my bitch

'Cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman.

I love my wood wheel Grant,

'84 Cadillacs that slant,

Slowed-down Screw tapes that knock,

Blowin' on Green private stock.

Bitch, I don't eat hamhock,

Try 20-ounce Angus beef.

Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggas,

'N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth.

 

Chorus: (Pimp C)

Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill),

Candy Seville (candy Seville),

Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel (workin' wood wheel).

House on the hill (house on the hill),

Flexin' mils (flexin' mils),

Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.

Comin' down so trill (comin' down so trill),

Nigga, how you feel (Nigga, how you feel)?

Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel.

Grippin' the steal (grippin' the steal),

Nigga, I'm so real (Nigga, I'm so real).

Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I'm workin' wood wheel.

 

Bun B:

Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic...it's so ironic.

Sippin' gin and tonic: supersonic like Johnny Mneumonic.

We crash your party, piss on your parade,

Sip syrup like it's Lemonade

From Paris to the Palacades to the Prominade.

Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day.

That's the gamewe came to play,

It don't change, ain't a thang to say.

 

Pimp C:

It's goin' down in the H-Town,

Young playa from the South 'bout to blaze a pound;

Tryin' to find me a bopp with some good mouth...

I know you freaky bitches know what I'm talkin' 'bout.

Ain't got no time to play, girl;

Let me get a little throwed off some good skunk.

Bitch, didn't you know who the fuck I was,

Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff?

Bitch, I don't give a fuck about yo' man, so

Bitch tryin' to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow.

How the fuck you're gonna out-fuck James, ho?

Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go.

 

Bun B:

Gettin' ready fo'...head doctors, show shockers, body rockers,

Late-night do' knockers...

Gotta break us off big pimpin', baby, we ho clockers,

Bitch bosses, takin' no losses, best go ask aks Lil' Wee-wee.

Baby brother, Sweet James Jones: guerilla pimpin' at its finest.

Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us...

 

Pimp C:

Touched like Midas, these bitch-ass niggas they study and bite us.

Couldn't not recite us, come to our show,

And bitch niggas try to fight us.

Ho niggas scream and talk, trill niggas bust and leave...

How the fuck you're gonna go to war

When you bitch-ass niggas ain't got no cheese?

 

Chorus: (Pimp C)

Blowin' big kill (blowin' big kill),

Million-dollar deals (million-dollar deals),

Nigga, I'm so trill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel...

 

Uh...puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J

Smoke somethin', bitch.

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