Many men, many, many, many men
wish death uppon me.
Friday, 26 August 2011
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
See Y'all soon
It's gonna be one of those awesome days wgen I wake up here and than go to sleep in LV
(Deep Breath) yee Gandrīz var sasmaržot un izgaršot Rīgas svaigo gaisu ;D
Nu ko, in less than 24 hours most likely I just might see you! ;P
Till then juat chill motherfuckers! (rock)
(Deep Breath) yee Gandrīz var sasmaržot un izgaršot Rīgas svaigo gaisu ;D
Nu ko, in less than 24 hours most likely I just might see you! ;P
Till then juat chill motherfuckers! (rock)
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Nomather how old all men are just little boys
Something hard to understand, so women, dont start trippin when we do dumb shit ok.;]
And please enjoy this track and heres the lyrics to read along for understanding. ;]
BEST TUNE!!! PERIOD!!!! (respect)
Reminds me of the days of my youth or tho I still know im a fucki'n fool inside...
Dr.Dre/Soop Doggy Dogg/Dat Nigga DaZ
LIL GHETTO BOY
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain't nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots ta handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but it's alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do
Didn't know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Something for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
And please enjoy this track and heres the lyrics to read along for understanding. ;]
BEST TUNE!!! PERIOD!!!! (respect)
Reminds me of the days of my youth or tho I still know im a fucki'n fool inside...
Dr.Dre/Soop Doggy Dogg/Dat Nigga DaZ
LIL GHETTO BOY
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain't nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots ta handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but it's alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do
Didn't know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Something for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
Thursday, 4 August 2011
working in this warehouse...

started last week from 03:00am to 08:00am
working for city link, some postal delivery service shit...
stand for 3 hours staight soughtin out mail boxes (large heavy packages)
fuck me, 3 weeks left and im seriously doubting I can stick it out...
the other two hours we have to pull the cages full of up to the vans that take em away...
fuckin lazy cunts!
for 7.25 an hour...they can eat my shit, damn.
on the bright side I will have some cash for LV junno, cigs, booze ;D etc.
Im doin it with my stepdad Rich, so its not so bad, we can have a laugh about how shit it is,
everyone there hates it lol.
this guy said hes been working there 4 months and has lost 8 stone...
im not sure how much that is, but seems a lot...
after the first day my whole body was in pain and I suddenly realised how unfit I actually am...xD
I probably came in some skinny twat and will come out built like a brickhouse...;D
fuck anyway its 1:48am Im waking up in...well 30min so il get going...xD
see you when I do till then (rock)
see yea enjoy this wonderful track
and a yea im going to sleep, or more like nap..
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