3.17.2011
3.15.2011
JewsBocks vs. Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
When the cops came to investigate and see what happened,
They spotted their suspect-
It was a JewsBocks rappin.
They asked the JewsBocks,
"Whyd you push the egg off the brick?"
He simply explained that he was playing a trick.
He said hed try to fix him,
and he tried with all his might.He tried for so long,
until the day turned into night.
And when the sun came up
Just the very next day. .
He watched in shock and horror,
and to his dismay:
Humpty Dumpty started to cook
from the heat of the sun.
So he grabbed himself some ketchup,
and some cheese, and a bun.
That took care of his problem
of cleaning up the yolk.
And he was quite proud of himself
till he began to choke.
He felt like he was dying
and he was losing all his health.
So what more could he do?
He had to drink himself.
3.10.2011
30 Pictures [About] Me.
A picture of yourself with ten facts.
A picture of the cast from your favorite show.
A picture of your night.
A picture of your favorite memory.
A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.
A picture of your most treasured item.
A picture that makes you laugh.
A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
A picture of the person you've done the most fucked up things with.
A picture of something you hate.
A picture of something you love.
A picture of your favorite band or artist.
A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
A picture of something you want to do before you die.
A picture of someone who inspires you.
A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life.
A picture of your biggest insecurity.
A picture of a letter.
A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.
A picture of something you wish you could forget.
A picture of something you wish you were better at.
A picture of your favorite book.
A picture of something you wish you could change.
A picture of your day.
A picture of something that means a lot to you.
A picture of yourself and a family member.
A picture of something you're afraid of.
A picture that can always make you smile.
A picture of someone you miss.
Halloween At The Log House.
- I Am Diagnosed With Manic-Depressive Disorder.
- People Call Me JewsBocks.
- Music Is Probably The Best Thing In My Life.
- I Am A Twin. . Believe It Or Not. . We Are TWO Separate People.
- I HATE People That Judge Based On Appearance Alone. ( I Get Judged Solely On This Daily).
- I Am A Cook. Probably Will Be For The Rest Of My Life.
- I Went To School For HVAC/P.
- I Sew. Im Not A Gay But I Make Creative Things By Doing This.
- I Rap. Sometimes Anyway. I Have A Lot Written Down That I Need To Record.
- I Have A Pierced Labret, A Pierced Eyebrow, And (2) Gauged [5/8] Earlobes. I Want A Lot Of Tattoos. . One Day
Mat & I.
A picture of the cast from your favorite show.
Oz.
A picture of your night.
Fight Night. (Like Always).
A picture of your favorite memory.
Building Model Cars With My Dad.
A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.
DJ Dan.
A picture of your most treasured item.
Ipod Classic 160GB. (Music Is My Life).
A picture that makes you laugh.
A Lil Funny.
A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
Me, Myself, And I.
A picture of the person you've done the most fucked up things with.
Bubbi Breau.
A picture of something you hate.
Nasty Cheese And Nasty Whales.
A picture of something you love.
Gummi Bears!
A picture of your favorite band or artist.
DJ Dieselboy.
A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
My Dad.
A picture of something you want to do before you die.
Become A Chef.
A picture of someone who inspires you.
Chef Robert Irvine.
A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life.
Pancreatic Cancer. (R.I.P. B.A.N.)
A picture of your biggest insecurity.
Bad Teeth.
A picture of a letter.
A Letter From My Father For My 16th Birthday.
A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.
The United Kingdom.
A picture of something you wish you could forget.
Homeless.
A picture of something you wish you were better at.
Drawing.
A picture of your favorite book.
One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest.
A picture of something you wish you could change.
Own/Rent My Own Apartment.
A picture of your day.
Worked/Cooked.
A picture of something that means a lot to you.
My Pinewood Derby Car My Father And I Built Together.
A picture of yourself and a family member.
Brother, Father, And I.
A picture of something you're afraid of.
Fuckin Gross. (I Was Too Scared To Put A Real Picture).
A picture that can always make you smile.
Abbi And I Sleepin.
A picture of someone you miss.
My Father.
3.06.2011
7.23.2007
Theres More To The Story.
my last blog "Im A Weirdo That Is Trying To Be Black", was dedicated to two certain people. i figured they would read it because even though im so weird, and they cant stand me, they like to check up on my page for some reason. my suspicions were confirmed when i logged on tonight to recieve two messages from one of these people. below is their comment, and then my reply. now everyone can see first hand just what i was talking about. hope yall have a good laugh. by the way. . since this person doesnt appreciate that i tried to protect her, and if youd like to see for yourself, create an account on facebook.com and look up katie cardone. start a conversation with her. . she loves the attention.
Katie wrote
at 7:12pm
Harass?? Protection??? What???
Katie wrote at 7:13pm
What do we need protection for? How did we Harass you? This makes no scense?
Katie wrote
at 7:12pm
Harass?? Protection??? What???
Katie wrote at 7:13pm
What do we need protection for? How did we Harass you? This makes no scense?
JewsBocks wrote at 1:17am ha·rass /h?'ræs, 'hær?s/ [huh-ras, har-uhs] –verb (used with object)
1. to disturb persistently; torment, as with troubles or cares; bother continually; pester; persecute.
2. to trouble by repeated attacks, incursions, etc., as in war or hostilities; harry; raid
pro·tec·tion /pr?'t?k??n/ [pruh-tek-shuhn] –noun
1. the act of protecting or the state of being protected; preservation from injury or harm.
If you still need a lil help, ill break it down even more: harass- to persecute. protection- persevation from harm. I believe your "words" and your "thoughts" describe persecution.
(per·se·cu·tion [pûr'si-kyoo'sh?n] n.
The act or practice of persecuting on the basis of race, religion, gender, sexual orientation, or BELIEFS that differ from those of the persecutor).
I dont understand what i did to you. And furthermore, what makes no "scense" is the fact that you cant even spell sense. . but im the weird one? Im the uneducated one? Try again. .
Jewsbocks wrote at 1:18am by the way, i hope you took the time to read the full blog. make sure you go ahead and click the link "View original post". its pretty good reading for someone like you. that is if you have enough patience to sound out all the words. ;)1. to disturb persistently; torment, as with troubles or cares; bother continually; pester; persecute.
2. to trouble by repeated attacks, incursions, etc., as in war or hostilities; harry; raid
pro·tec·tion /pr?'t?k??n/ [pruh-tek-shuhn] –noun
1. the act of protecting or the state of being protected; preservation from injury or harm.
If you still need a lil help, ill break it down even more: harass- to persecute. protection- persevation from harm. I believe your "words" and your "thoughts" describe persecution.
(per·se·cu·tion [pûr'si-kyoo'sh?n] n.
The act or practice of persecuting on the basis of race, religion, gender, sexual orientation, or BELIEFS that differ from those of the persecutor).
I dont understand what i did to you. And furthermore, what makes no "scense" is the fact that you cant even spell sense. . but im the weird one? Im the uneducated one? Try again. .
7.19.2007
Im A Weirdo That Is Trying To Be Black.
ive been thinking for a few days, and to say the least, im very annoyed. it seems that certain people [names left out for their protection] seem to think it fun to harass others with their "opinions" and "thoughts". i normally could give a fuck less. peoples opinions are just that. i figure if im entitled to my opinions- let everyone else have the same. so heres what this is. . my opinions. i think its annoying for people to talk shit when they have no room to talk. i think its ridiculous for people to point out the flaws of others when they know that they, themselves are flawed. i think its intrusive when people speak their mind (e.g. talk shit about me) and i hear about it. i think its outrageous that people i dont even know- and dont ever care to know, try to belittle me and make fun of me. im sure if these certain people knew how to read (cause obviously they dont because theyve found a way to misconstrue everything ive said in my poems, blogs, and otherwise) they would take offense to this little piece of my mind. i hope they do. . thats just my point. i wont stoop to their level and call them weird. i wont call them a cunt or a dumb piece of shit. i wont say that they are sluts or whores. i wont do any of that. it just boggles my mind that im the weird one. i must be weird cause im not a normal piece of shit torrington resident. i havent gotten a girl pregnant and had to live with the consequences. i dont live with rich parents. i dont go around begging people for pills or other drugs because the stress of my [awful] life is too much. i dont go around starting shit or otherwise talking shit about people i have no idea about. i dont try to read into things that i couldnt begin to comprehend or understand. drama does not follow me. so if these are those certain people's standards of normal. . i guess i am weird. my poetry and my writing, my songs and my releases mean that i am "trying to be black" apparently. they make me "weird". well i beg these people to tell me the definition of normal. if they think that they are what society should look up to then i feel bad for them. they are truely more "weird" than i. this blog is my attempt to vent a little. its also my attempt to set shit straight. i will not sit here and listen to people talk shit for no apparent reason. i havent done shit to you so why fuck with me? it is my hopes that two certain people read this. if it is not you who had your "opinions" then breathe easy. . this is not for you. if you know who you are then i hope you read this. i hope you read it twice for that matter. hopefully youll take some new knowledge and understanding away with you. if not then you are truely too far gone and i feel sorry for you.
7.09.2007
Story Time.
Writers: I need your help. Down below, is the beginning of a story that I started and went nowhere with. That's where you come in. Bring the story in your own direction. Write as much or as little as you want. If I like where you're going with the story, I'll add it in and give credit by putting your name below. Remember, be imaginative, be descriptive, and be creative. At this point, the story can go anywhere. Just try to keep to the story where the last person left off. Hopefully the result will be a very suspenseful story. Thanks for all the help to those of you that decide to write!
As she kicked off her high heels, poured a glass of cheap, dry wine, and tried to exhale all the stress from her long, unfulfilling day, her thoughts began to race. Ever since Lauren's divorce just a few months ago, every minute thing in life had lost its zest. While she exhumed the week old chicken that her mother had so carefully and thoughtfully placed in the freezer for her, she thought back on what she had -done so wrong in life. Here she was: a 28 year old woman with no major commitments, no real job potential, no financial security, and on top of all that. . A failed marriage. She was living at home with her mother, and her favorite thing to do in life was to play with her cats. She had to admit- in an odd, almost sickening unnatural way, Lauren felt a certain resentment if not jealousy for her mother. The shrill noise of the microwave snapped her out of the trance she was in. Lauren had always been a dreamer. Her surreal visions seemed to get her into trouble more often than not. The aroma of overcooked chicken wafted into Lauren's nostrils. Suddenly she felt ill. With a shudder she quickly tried to gobble down her makeshift meal before her mind got the best of her. Lauren hadn't been eating well for some time now- a mixture of nerves and shear exhaustion. She quickly rinsed off her dishes from her meal and gingerly placed them into the dishwasher as her mother came home.
"Hello mother", said Lauren with just enough sarcasm for a mother to pick up on. "How was your day?" "I see you're still upset about last night, dear?" Her mother was one of those pushy, egotistical people. She had a selfish mindset and was very self absorbed and arrogant. Just the night before, her and Lauren had gotten into a heated discussion about Lauren's lifestyle and "choices". "Nope. Not at all." Lauren tried to walk away. Go to another spot in the house where she couldn't be pestered. Her mother could not allow that. "Honey, I said I was sorry, what more do you want me to say? I just think its about time for you to start thinking about your future. You know, you're not getting any younger. The years are going to start catching up with you sooner or later." "Wow Mom, you never cease to amaze me! I'd love to know why you think you can talk to me like that." Her mother had always said hurtful things to Lauren for reasons unbeknown to her. She wasn't sure if it was to intentionally annoy her or if her mother's selfish attitude just got the best of her. Lauren walked away. She had better things to do. Laundry to wash, papers to grade. If she had the time she would clean up her room a little. This was Lauren's third year of teaching She hated it. She thought she would try to give back to others, the same thing her teacher had done for her years before. She thought teaching would be a breeze- was she ever wrong! Her teaching, her students, their conceptual thinking- or lack thereof, all became daily annoyances to Lauren. "I just don't feel like talking about it anymore. Mom." "Fine. Have it your way, Lauren. You always do." She knew if she didn't walk away right then and there it would be another fight. She rushed into her room. She would work on her homework. The laundry could wait.
Lauren zipped through the papers. She only half-cared if the answers were right or wrong. Why, she wondered, was her life so empty? She did not miss her abusive, controlling husband. She had no real worries in life. Her mother paid most of the bills and did most of the household chores (cooking, cleaning, general upkeep.) Why was Lauren so unsatisfied? She was missing out on something. She never had a "real" family. Her father was a lot like her ex-husband- a deadbeat drunk. Maybe that's the spark she thought she saw in Chris. She was consistent about one thing in life. Being wrong.
As she kicked off her high heels, poured a glass of cheap, dry wine, and tried to exhale all the stress from her long, unfulfilling day, her thoughts began to race. Ever since Lauren's divorce just a few months ago, every minute thing in life had lost its zest. While she exhumed the week old chicken that her mother had so carefully and thoughtfully placed in the freezer for her, she thought back on what she had -done so wrong in life. Here she was: a 28 year old woman with no major commitments, no real job potential, no financial security, and on top of all that. . A failed marriage. She was living at home with her mother, and her favorite thing to do in life was to play with her cats. She had to admit- in an odd, almost sickening unnatural way, Lauren felt a certain resentment if not jealousy for her mother. The shrill noise of the microwave snapped her out of the trance she was in. Lauren had always been a dreamer. Her surreal visions seemed to get her into trouble more often than not. The aroma of overcooked chicken wafted into Lauren's nostrils. Suddenly she felt ill. With a shudder she quickly tried to gobble down her makeshift meal before her mind got the best of her. Lauren hadn't been eating well for some time now- a mixture of nerves and shear exhaustion. She quickly rinsed off her dishes from her meal and gingerly placed them into the dishwasher as her mother came home.
"Hello mother", said Lauren with just enough sarcasm for a mother to pick up on. "How was your day?" "I see you're still upset about last night, dear?" Her mother was one of those pushy, egotistical people. She had a selfish mindset and was very self absorbed and arrogant. Just the night before, her and Lauren had gotten into a heated discussion about Lauren's lifestyle and "choices". "Nope. Not at all." Lauren tried to walk away. Go to another spot in the house where she couldn't be pestered. Her mother could not allow that. "Honey, I said I was sorry, what more do you want me to say? I just think its about time for you to start thinking about your future. You know, you're not getting any younger. The years are going to start catching up with you sooner or later." "Wow Mom, you never cease to amaze me! I'd love to know why you think you can talk to me like that." Her mother had always said hurtful things to Lauren for reasons unbeknown to her. She wasn't sure if it was to intentionally annoy her or if her mother's selfish attitude just got the best of her. Lauren walked away. She had better things to do. Laundry to wash, papers to grade. If she had the time she would clean up her room a little. This was Lauren's third year of teaching She hated it. She thought she would try to give back to others, the same thing her teacher had done for her years before. She thought teaching would be a breeze- was she ever wrong! Her teaching, her students, their conceptual thinking- or lack thereof, all became daily annoyances to Lauren. "I just don't feel like talking about it anymore. Mom." "Fine. Have it your way, Lauren. You always do." She knew if she didn't walk away right then and there it would be another fight. She rushed into her room. She would work on her homework. The laundry could wait.
Lauren zipped through the papers. She only half-cared if the answers were right or wrong. Why, she wondered, was her life so empty? She did not miss her abusive, controlling husband. She had no real worries in life. Her mother paid most of the bills and did most of the household chores (cooking, cleaning, general upkeep.) Why was Lauren so unsatisfied? She was missing out on something. She never had a "real" family. Her father was a lot like her ex-husband- a deadbeat drunk. Maybe that's the spark she thought she saw in Chris. She was consistent about one thing in life. Being wrong.
6.25.2007
Once Again.
once again i lie awake and look like the asshole while you sleep peacefully. i tried. i dont know what more you want me to do. youve changed so much and i dont know how to react. i cant cry anymore. theres days that i feel like i cant cry at all. these past couple days ive let it all out. ive thought about different ways to end it all and i cant bring myself to it. ive tried before, its not like i cant. . its that im scared what will happen afterwards. i feel like i have no reason to be here. i have nothing to offer, nothing to give. im a worthless piece of shit. i only get anger and abuse in my life. every relationship ive ever had has been like this. . chaos, anger, hate, distrust, fighting,, etc. i cant bear it anymore. i dont know what to do. its like i have no place on this earth. i was put here to feel hate. i was put here to feel pain. i dont know why god did this to me. . assuming there is infact a god. why was i put here to feel so shitty? why? i can never win. everything i do, i fail at. why? i can never feel happiness. these past weeks ive wanted to kill myself. ive thought about jumping in front of cars, ive thought about taking pills again, ive thought about slitting my wrists, ive thought about jumping off of bridges, ive thought about it all. . but i cant bring myself to it. i dont know why. my own father had to live a life of pain. i see myself going the same route. what did i do that was so wrong? why is my life like this? my own girlfriend cant stand me. im a piece of shit.
12.16.2006
I Tried (Song).
yo. its jewsbocks.
this shit right here. . is dedicated. . to all the mafuckers in my life that want my opinion. . but dont even listen.
youre involved in a game.
and you have yourself to blame.
you dont want to get out.
and its all such a shame.
dont ask my opinion.
dont ask my advice.
dont ask me to help you.
cause it seems thats your vice.
im done with it all.
so dont come to me.
when you finally fall.
then maybe youll see.
one day itll only be you.
youll have noone to blame.
then what will you do?
youll be caught in your game.
right now its okay.
everything is all good.
you dont hear what i say.
and maybe you should.
i tell you the truth.
if you like it or not.
ive always been here.
but maybe you forgot.
its all over now.
im done with your shit.
im giving up hope.
its my turn to forget.
so dont come to me.
next time that youre stuck.
cause youll quickly find out.
that i dont give a fuck.
chorus:
when you dont wanna listen to the words that i say,
im forced to let you do it yourself today.
youll probably make it through life somehow, someway.
you need one final intervention, thats all i pray.
cause you dont hear the words i form,
thats why im walkin away.
will you make it through the storm
or be left in the grey?
will you see my premonition?
cause thatll be my mission.
wheres your ambition?
my only condition.
when its so easy to listen,
yet so hard to do.
you hear the words im saying.
but you dont think that its true.
you cant fool yourself,
and you cant fool me.
youre in love with this lifestyle.
its simple to see.
youre a chronic abuser.
a manipulative user.
a social challenged loser.
i wish i never knew ya.
think back to my life,
before you came in it.
your life is all a game,
but youre not gonna win it.
im removing myself.
from this ugly scene.
you cant reach me now.
ive put up my smoke screen.
when you finally fail.
ill be there to laugh.
my words will prevail.
youve heard my forecast.
i told you itd happen.
and it fell on deaf ears.
so you should have listened.
now youll see all my fears.
and when it does come true.
and im nowhere around.
i wont try to help you.
thats why i cant be found.
chorus:
when you dont wanna listen to the words that i say,
im forced to let you do it yourself today.
youll probably make it through life somehow, someway.
you need one final intervention, thats all i pray.
cause you dont hear the words i form,
thats why im walkin away.
will you make it through the storm
or be left in the grey?
will you see my premonition?
cause thatll be my mission.
wheres your ambition?
my only condition.
you didnt listen at first,
to you it sounds so rehearsed.
prepare yourself for the worst,
and reread my first verse.
so from here on out,
ill point and stare.
and youll lose this game.
cause your lifes not fair.
and when the shit i speak,
it all comes true.
youll look so weak,
and ill say fuck you.
its advice you seek,
i hope you got a clue.
ive reached my peak,
and now im through.
did i hurt your feelings?
did i make you upset?
youll continue your shit.
ill make you a bet.
i offered you my help
but you wouldnt take it.
now never again
so you cant forsake it.
i believed in you,
when noone else would.
stand up for yourself,
i was the only one that stood.
so ill say it again,
for the very last time.
dont ask for my help.
cause i cant even spare a dime.
hook
they dont wanna listen do they?
and they probably never will.
chorus 2x:
when you dont wanna listen to the words that i say,
im forced to let you do it yourself today.
youll probably make it through life somehow, someway.
you need one final intervention, thats all i pray.
cause you dont hear the words i form,
thats why im walkin away.
will you make it through the storm
or be left in the grey?
will you see my premonition?
cause thatll be my mission.
wheres your ambition?
my only condition.
. . i tried . .
this shit right here. . is dedicated. . to all the mafuckers in my life that want my opinion. . but dont even listen.
youre involved in a game.
and you have yourself to blame.
you dont want to get out.
and its all such a shame.
dont ask my opinion.
dont ask my advice.
dont ask me to help you.
cause it seems thats your vice.
im done with it all.
so dont come to me.
when you finally fall.
then maybe youll see.
one day itll only be you.
youll have noone to blame.
then what will you do?
youll be caught in your game.
right now its okay.
everything is all good.
you dont hear what i say.
and maybe you should.
i tell you the truth.
if you like it or not.
ive always been here.
but maybe you forgot.
its all over now.
im done with your shit.
im giving up hope.
its my turn to forget.
so dont come to me.
next time that youre stuck.
cause youll quickly find out.
that i dont give a fuck.
chorus:
when you dont wanna listen to the words that i say,
im forced to let you do it yourself today.
youll probably make it through life somehow, someway.
you need one final intervention, thats all i pray.
cause you dont hear the words i form,
thats why im walkin away.
will you make it through the storm
or be left in the grey?
will you see my premonition?
cause thatll be my mission.
wheres your ambition?
my only condition.
when its so easy to listen,
yet so hard to do.
you hear the words im saying.
but you dont think that its true.
you cant fool yourself,
and you cant fool me.
youre in love with this lifestyle.
its simple to see.
youre a chronic abuser.
a manipulative user.
a social challenged loser.
i wish i never knew ya.
think back to my life,
before you came in it.
your life is all a game,
but youre not gonna win it.
im removing myself.
from this ugly scene.
you cant reach me now.
ive put up my smoke screen.
when you finally fail.
ill be there to laugh.
my words will prevail.
youve heard my forecast.
i told you itd happen.
and it fell on deaf ears.
so you should have listened.
now youll see all my fears.
and when it does come true.
and im nowhere around.
i wont try to help you.
thats why i cant be found.
chorus:
when you dont wanna listen to the words that i say,
im forced to let you do it yourself today.
youll probably make it through life somehow, someway.
you need one final intervention, thats all i pray.
cause you dont hear the words i form,
thats why im walkin away.
will you make it through the storm
or be left in the grey?
will you see my premonition?
cause thatll be my mission.
wheres your ambition?
my only condition.
you didnt listen at first,
to you it sounds so rehearsed.
prepare yourself for the worst,
and reread my first verse.
so from here on out,
ill point and stare.
and youll lose this game.
cause your lifes not fair.
and when the shit i speak,
it all comes true.
youll look so weak,
and ill say fuck you.
its advice you seek,
i hope you got a clue.
ive reached my peak,
and now im through.
did i hurt your feelings?
did i make you upset?
youll continue your shit.
ill make you a bet.
i offered you my help
but you wouldnt take it.
now never again
so you cant forsake it.
i believed in you,
when noone else would.
stand up for yourself,
i was the only one that stood.
so ill say it again,
for the very last time.
dont ask for my help.
cause i cant even spare a dime.
hook
they dont wanna listen do they?
and they probably never will.
chorus 2x:
when you dont wanna listen to the words that i say,
im forced to let you do it yourself today.
youll probably make it through life somehow, someway.
you need one final intervention, thats all i pray.
cause you dont hear the words i form,
thats why im walkin away.
will you make it through the storm
or be left in the grey?
will you see my premonition?
cause thatll be my mission.
wheres your ambition?
my only condition.
. . i tried . .
12.13.2006
Break Ya Neck.
busta rhymes is the shit. its my mission to learn these lyrics by the end of this week. what a crazy fuckin dude.
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is,
Is nod your fuckin head
Yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin neck bitches
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now..
Where we goin now?
Where we goin now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away nigga
Yeah, here we go now
[Verse 1]
Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga,
from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a god
Doin' it like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck,
and the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time,
while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (WIT WHAT!)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop,
Y'all niggas know every time I come through,
this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride
(So let me blow this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop,
the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... {*pause*}
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head,
'til you break your motherfuckin head for me!
[Chorus]
Just let me give you real street shit,
to ride in yo' shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!
[Verse 2]
Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath,
y'all niggas all know how we do,
when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death
(Reach for dem back woods)That fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce
I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce
Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas,
everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh)
And the way we do it for the people,
niggas know we always give it to y'all
I said bounce (Come on!)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along,
Well just bang this shit up in the truck,
while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through (When we come right through!)
We be always blowin the spot, again and again,
and make a nigga really wanna STOP... {*pause*}
Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps,
all my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers nigga,
you know you better keep yo' boots on
All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!)
Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down,
make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?
Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo)
All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort,
my nigga watch how we shuttin it down,
The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller,
me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around
My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup,
Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up
And when get up in the club,
or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up
And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!)
And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!)
Lemme give y'all niggas some shit,
that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!)
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head,
'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me!
[Chorus]
Yea.. Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is,
Is nod your fuckin head
Yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin neck bitches
Yeah, yeah
Here we go now..
Where we goin now?
Where we goin now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Give it away, give it away, give it away now
Just give it away nigga
Yeah, here we go now
[Verse 1]
Tell me wat'chu really wanna do (Come here ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga,
from the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me
The way you really try to put it on a god
Doin' it like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck,
and the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah
Tell me where my niggas is at (Ok!!)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time,
while I lock that down, and I hit'cha wit that (WIT WHAT!)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop,
Y'all niggas know every time I come through,
this motherfucker, where we always takin the ride
(So let me blow this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin it flop,
the way we makin it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop... {*pause*}
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head,
'til you break your motherfuckin head for me!
[Chorus]
Just let me give you real street shit,
to ride in yo' shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!
[Verse 2]
Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath,
y'all niggas all know how we do,
when the way we bang niggas in the head, and we do it to death
(Reach for dem back woods)That fire boy, you know we bakin a ounce
I know you love the way we be givin you the music, makin you bounce
Now fuck it up just a little for my niggas,
everytime we come through niggas know that we did it for y'all (Uh-huh)
And the way we do it for the people,
niggas know we always give it to y'all
I said bounce (Come on!)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin along,
Well just bang this shit up in the truck,
while you break yo' neck, now motherfucker try to figure my flow
See the way we come right through (When we come right through!)
We be always blowin the spot, again and again,
and make a nigga really wanna STOP... {*pause*}
Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps,
all my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers nigga,
you know you better keep yo' boots on
All my niggas in the place (Aiyyo!)
Wave your hands high now, and the way we put it down,
make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?
Just place your bet, and put'cha money where ya mouth is (Ah-hoo)
All my niggas in the street just break yo' neck and keep on boun-cin!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Here we go, and you know everytime Busta-Bus be holdin the fort,
my nigga watch how we shuttin it down,
The way we put it on, comin through like a steamroller,
me and Dre nigga ain't no fuckin around
My nigga (WHAT!) Yeah whattup,
Me and my team got a link cuz you know we stay choppin it up
And when get up in the club,
or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin it up
And we get a little (High!) And we get a little (Drunk!)
And we get a little (Crunk! Come on!)
Lemme give y'all niggas some shit,
that'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk (Come on!)
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head,
'til you break yo' motherfuckin neck for me!
[Chorus]
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