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• 2006-06-22
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• Deborah
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• actually my achivment 4 now has been my friends.
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• my goal is to be pro.figure skater.
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hi my name is debby.i go to carver and im in 8th grade.im here to find new friends and hav fun.good luck wit every thing.src="http://mi8.bpcdn.us/gfxsitebuilder/bpgrafixad8831.gif" border=0>       Background By BP-Grafix.net >     [Chorus]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a nooche, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known
Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on
[Chorus 2x]           Lean wit it, rock wit it!
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it!
[Verse 1]
I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky,
posted in the cut, and im lookin for a blockhead,
yup in my white tee! i break a bitch back,
and i keep a big bank, oh i think dey like dat!
before i leave the house, im slizzard on a goose,
and im higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose,
and i can lean wit it, and i can rock wit it,
and if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it!
[Verse 2]
ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it,
rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it,
pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it,
n da spot aint crunk? bitch its green isnt it?
if u dont wanna do it, then ill make ya dance,
perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands,
when you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy,
Chalay, plus the squad n dem franchize boyz!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
now im gon lean wit it (yea!), brush my shoulders off,
cuz im supa clean wit it, SK dont play, i got a beam wit it, (beam wit it)
if i fuck you gotta let the whole team hit it, yup let the whole team hit it,
now rock wit it, shake your dreads wit it, bend your back,
snap your fingers, bob your head wit it, i said lean wit it,
take a sip of that Henn, and rock wit it,
im off that X rollin hard wont chu pop wit me?
[Verse 4]
When shit pop off, im jumpin out jus like "wassup hoe?"
im jigglin dat shit, all the way down to the flo' ho,
im up in the club, and im creepin like im ice,
cuz my shit down to the flo, like im rollin on a dice,
you know we jawin, yup, and we all in da white tee,
i lean n i rock, niggas wanna do it like me,
i run wit BM squad cuz thats my muthafuckin click fool,
break that bitch back, jus like a real squad nigga do!
[Hook]
[Verse 5]
Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers,
ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me,
gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me,
call me Teddy, i got grounds dont hate, nigga shop wit me,
BHS, Trap Squad, B.R.C, we known bitch,
Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch !,
dis trap shit n rap shit, i done did dat shit,
lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat shit ayyy,
[Verse 6]
The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some otha shit,
left witcha bitch, wit an ounce, and a stiff dick,
didnt have to say much, cuz she seem obliged,
walked off the club, got on the phone, called her gurl for menage,
wat im all up to, shit lets see how it turned out,
gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house,
ay u wit that G shit right?
cuz i done leaned, i done rocked all muhfuckin night!
Lean wit it, rock wit it! [x16]          
Thursday, June 22, 2006
A DAY AT WORK!
Hi remember me well im at my moms work and im havin fun.my friend natasha and robert are going to dance l8er lik every day.its awesome.
Well yesterday i watched scary movie 4 it was boring.and i wached 40 year old virgin.it was funny but perverted.today i watched the intrepreter and V and Vendet somethin lik dat.Well i gotta go. bye
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