Sunday, October 18, 2009

Ma' Luv Life

Bitch come on ova' to ma place, yeah
Bitch betta' be bringin' sumtin' new, yeah
I kno ya luv me, but why cain't ya' grrl luv me too?

Give me a lil' somtin, yeah
Give a lil' somtin' 2 ma luvin'
2 ma luvin, 2 ma lovin', yeah

I kno ya luvin' me, but why cain't yo friend too?
Yeah me luvin' two, yeah yeah

Give me a lil' somtin, yeah
Give a lil' somtin' 2 ma luvin'
2 ma luvin, 2 ma lovin', yeah

I kno ya luv ma person so, why cain't yo friend too?
Oh herrr too...

Bitch give a'
Yeah give a'
Bitch give a'
Yeah give a'
Bitch give a'
Yeah give a'
I kno ya' want
I kno ya' want
Ya want 2

Ordinary Boyyeeeez

Ordinary boyyeeeez, day ain't kno nothin'
Ain't knoin nothin', but day be chill wit it
Ordinary hoes, jus da' plain old hoes
Day think it be trill ta' fuck witcha
Ya ain't like dem bitches
Ya's gots to be ya'self
Ya knew ya' couldn' hang
Wit those bitches no mo'
Dem' boyyeeeez
Ain't trippin', jus' crusin'
In day hoopdies
Ordinary hoes
Yeah day be blind
Cain't tell wherre day be goin'
Ya ain't like dem bitches
Ya knew ya' couldn' hang
Bitches try ta' change ya'
Bitches try ta' make ya' day own
Bitches keepin' ya in da' ghetto
Wherre day all live like pimps and hoes
All dem' lines cut right in front dem'
Day be trippin', day' be trippin'
Be trippin', be trippin'
(Ya' betta dan dat' son, keep it real)

Monday, August 3, 2009

Still Illin' (Still Ill)

Again, me, ruining great songs. Enjoy my rendition of Still Illin':


Yeah boyyyeeeeee check it
Life be chippin' away at me
Compton be mine! Be no mo killin'!
Why mine? Cuz I say it be so
Ya cain't be holdin' do's old dayes
Bitch no mo reminiscin'
Wherrr yo' brain been son?
Get yo' head out yo' ass
You be trippin'
In da' back yo' car I hit it
Now I got dem so' hips
Wadn't like it used'ta be
Just ain't da' same
Yeah I still be ill'in
(oooooooooooohhhhhhhh)
Yeah I still be ill'in
(ooooooh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Wherrr yo' brain been son?
Get yo' head out yo' ass
You be trippin'

Bitch please
Bitch don' be queryin' me
If ya' gotta punch dat clock tomorrow
Betta' off stayin' in bed
Day be betta' things out there
I been there!
I been there a bit
In da' back yo' car I hit it
Now I got dem so' hips
Wadn't like it used'ta be
Just ain't da' same
Yeah I still be ill'in
(oooooooooooohhhhhhhh)
Yeah I still be ill'in
(ooooooh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Sunday, May 24, 2009

(Speedway) Speedball

This was maybe the third one I tried. A few people requested that I take a stab at this, and stab I did. I still feel badly about tearing up this beautiful song. But, it must be done.


When dat hamma' be comin' down
CHECK YO'SELF!

Bitches be lyin'
Day' be holdin' me back
Don' be pointin' to me
I neva' said, I neva' said
Day' all ain't true

So when dat hamma' be comin' down
CHECK YO'SELF!
CHECK REEL LOW
DOWN TO THE FLO'
Don' be frontin' up on me
You betta' check yo'self, yeah yeah
And when you be tryin'
To hit up on ma' ho
Ain't gonna happen
Ho don' flew da' coop
Bitches be lyin'
Day' be holdin' me back
Don' be pointin' to me
I neva' said, I neva' said
day' all ain't true


Ya' ain't gonna catch zzz'z
Until da' gangs dat want ya'
Finally shoot ya'
Nah, ain't gonna get me now
Ya won't be restin'
Till dat' black Caddy comes fo' ya'
Yeah, I gotcha now
Ain't gonna show dat grill
I'll make it shut reel good
Until ya' be representin' six foot unda'

Bitches be lyin'
Day' be holdin' me back
Don' be pointin' to me
I neva' said, I neva' said
Day' all ain't true
All dos' bitches dat by lyin'
Hate mail, fate mail
Day' all ain't true
Day' all ain't true
Day' ain't all bein' true

I neva' said
I neva' said
I coulda' been a rat
I coulda' pulled yo' ass down wit me
Layin' unda' da' ground beside me
Only cuz ya' jus' be knoin' me
But nah, I took it, always bein' tru
I ain't bein' stoopid, jus' da' way I am
But nah, I took it, always bein' tru
Jus' da' sick way I am

Monday, April 20, 2009

(Now My Heart Is Full) Bitch I Cain't Take No Mo'

Off one of Morrissey's greatest albums, Vauxhall And I, comes the opening track Now My Heart Is Full. This is one of those that I felt bad for making a rap of it. It is such a beautiful song, and I am ashamed of myself as usual.

Bitch I Cain't Take No Mo'

Dae's gonna be hell in herr
I'll burn dis f***kr down
All ma ho's in da' crib
Gonna be chillaxin' reeeeel soon
Ya' dads actin' all lame ass
Yeah, yeah he kills da' mood
Ya'll leave da' room

Holla at ma boyyyyyeeeeeeeees
(yeah check it, we a tight nit group we is,
just my posse of bitches and hos)
Lil' Kim, Fiddy, Jay-Z, and J-Lo
Run from da' po-po
Ain't goin' no wher'
Beyonce' gonna have ta' wait
I hit it once, I hit it again, ohhhh

Bitch I cain't take no mo'
Bitch I cain't take no mo'
Not gonna tell ya'
Neva' eva' no how

Lil' Kim, Fiddy, Jay-Z, and J-Lo
Ghetto poets east side, west side
Crack ass hos cookin' up smack
Crack ass hos cookin' up smack
Don't get all up in day' bitnass - sit yo' ass down
I hit it once, I hit it again, and

Bitch I cain't take no mo'
Bitch I cain't take no mo'
Not gonna tell ya'
Neva' eva' no how

Don't do no drive-by
Don't do no drive-by
Yo' gonna do a drive-by
Don't do no drive-by
Don't do no drive-by
Yeah, check it

Bitch I cain't take no mo'
Bitch I cain't take no mo'
Not gonna tell ya'
Neva' eva' no how

Sunday, April 19, 2009

(Jack The Ripper) Jack Da' Rippa'

Popular B-side Jack The Ripper had to be turned into a rap song. I didn't want it to happen, but it had to. No one could have stopped that train.



Jack Da' Rippa'

Aw hell ya' been yawnin'
Mouf jaw droppin'
Ya' got dat ill place and ya' been told wrong
Ya' mug is tough as yo' life on da' streets

Wreck inta' ma' guns
I gots ta' have ya'
Ya' ain't concurrin', but ya' cain't turn me down
Bitch I be kno'in ya'

Ya see I gots dis crib
Ain't no one gonna be 'round
Yeah ya' don't watch da' clock
Yeah ya don't mind if ya' outta place

Aw hell ya' been yawnin'
On dis' night ya' bein' all psychic
Betta' quit dat'
Betta' quit dat'
Ya' betcha ass no matta' wut
I GONNA GIT YO ASS

Wreck inta' ma' guns
I gots ta' have ya'
Ya' ain't concurrin', but ya' cain't turn me down
Bitch I be kno'in ya'

Wreck inta' ma' guns
I gots ta' have ya'
Ya' ain't concurrin', but ya' neva' eva' turn me down
Bitch I be kno'in ya'

(studio cut - extra vizzerse)

Ya' don't kno me, ya don't kno me
I go wherr eva' I want
Crash herr if I damn please
Jet on yo' ass too
Bitch don't kno me
Bitch don't kno me
Bitch don't kno me
Bitch don't kno me
Yeah check it bitch don't kno me
Yeah check it bitch don't kno me
Yeah check it bitch don't kno me

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

(Girlfriend In A Coma) Bitch Get An Attitude, Knock Her In A Coma

Ah yes, an early gem of mine. I present to you a rap version of the popular Smiths song Girlfriend In A Coma. Please enjoy.

Bitch Get An Attitude, Knock Her In A Coma

I knocked ma ho out
Ya' herrd, ya' herrd
She bein' delirious
I knocked ma ho out
Ya' herrd, ya' herrd
She bein' delirious

Day' been times when I almos' shot down herr
But playa' ya kno I be hatin' somtin' happen to herr

Hells nah I not 'bout da' see herr

Doc she gonna make it?
Yeah I said doc she gonna make it?
Doc she gonna make it?
Yeah I said doc she gonna make it?
Bitch gotta make it

I knocked ma ho out
Ya' herrd, ya' herrd
She bein' delirious
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah, she 'bout ta' die

Day' been times when I almos' be chokin' herr
But playa' ya kno I be hatin' somtin' happen to herr
F**K IT I GOTS TA' SEE HERR

Doc she gonna make it?
Yeah I said doc she gonna make it?
Doc she gonna make it?
Yeah I said doc she gonna make it?
Bitch gotta make it

Gonna tell herr ass one last time
She bein' delirious

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Yo! Moz Raps

Sup readers? Meet da' author.

Here is a project of mine to convert Morrissey songs into rap (or, hip hop) versions. Please enjoy, cuz if you don't, Mozza gonna' bust a cap in yo' ass.