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    Default Cool Verses

    post cool verses to your favorite song!

    my favortie verse
    Artist: Ludacris
    Song: Cry Babies
    Album: Word of Mouf

    [Verse Three: Ludacris]
    I kick niggas in they're ass reboot 'em like laptops
    And they wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top
    You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble
    Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble
    You see I'm from a small town called "Fresh out a cop's ass"
    Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned they get mashed
    I smell puss from fifty yards
    Y'all not playin with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards
    Catch me in Vegas spinnin' the green
    I re-up with more chips than a vending machine
    Then you can catch me in Rome mackin' broads and sticking 'em
    And you'll be at home picking your boogars and flicking 'em
    A drug dealer's dream, so fresh and I'm so clean
    I'm a grown ass man and you're sweeter than sixteen
    So go and kick rocks peons you're just rookies
    Headed down stairs to get you some milk and cookies

    ps a good lyric site is

    I'd like to die with the songs I love stuck in my head. I hope to make the most of these hollow bones we become.
    I raise a toast to the the souls that sang all along. I've been gathering friends to just to make some sounds,
    before the ship goes down, I've been making amends by making the rounds before the whole world ends

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    ns8730 is offline Senior Member Well Known
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    rap-wise, the latest thing i loved was ye's verse in common's 'they say'

    Ahh... The sweet taste of victory
    Go head and breath it in like antihistamine
    I know they sayin "Damn, Yay snapped wit this beat!"
    Fuck you expect? I've got a history
    Groupie love now, gotta be them wheels!
    Haters back down, gotta be that steel!
    I know they cant wait till ya outta ya deal!
    Look how they did D'Angelo ask em how do it feel!
    My best friends worry bout me
    Cause they know when you famous
    And you had made cash the media aims at us and you be up so high
    if you ever fall off, it feel like a plane crash
    But God don't ever give me nothin I cant handle
    So please don't ever give me records I cant sample
    So I could vacate where it aint no channels
    but it's quite ok for a gangsta to wear sandals
    They say because of the fame and stardom
    I'm somewhere in between the church and insane asylum
    I guess it's messin with my health then
    And this verse so crazy when I finish
    I'm just gon check myself in - again

    quite chillax




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