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gamer geeks should not try to speak ebonix

What are we getting from this event?

Jade wrote:

gamer geeks should not try to speak ebonix

But he is so fly? 

*watch language please*

MxO-PhanthomZtryker wrote:

*edit*

Word 2 Big Bird

Stains Massive !

lyk omg dats so amazin yo! i cant blieve it innit

fo realz. word to yo motha and the breadbin in the hood. i speak the hippity hop that makes you get down with yo bad self and such.

Word ! an ting

i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie

to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop

the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie

to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat

and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet

see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello

to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow

but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie

say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie

let's rock, you dont stop

rock the riddle that will make your body rock

well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along

and next on the mike is my man hank

come on, hank, sing that song

check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a

and the rest is f-l-y

ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix

and these reasons i'll tell ya why

ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun

and i dress to a t

ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously

i got bodyguards, i got two big cars

that definitely aint the wack

i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac

so after school, i take a dip in the pool

which really is on the wall

i got a color tv so i can see

the knicks play basketball

hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards

more money than a sucker could ever spend

but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker

not a dime til i made it again

ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)

ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin

drive off in a def oj

everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn

say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend

master gee, am I mellow

its on you so what you gonna do

well it's on n on n on on n on

the beat dont stop until the break of dawn

i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e

i said i go by the unforgettable name

of the man they call the master gee

well, my name is known all over the world

by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls

i'm goin down in history

as the baddest rapper there could ever be

now i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows

the beat starts gettin into your toes

ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet

and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat

and the dam ya start doin the freak

i said dam, right outta your seat

then ya throw your hands high in the air

ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere

ya rockin to the beat without a care

with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair

now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang

but i rap to the beat just the same

i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes

all im here to do ladies is hypnotize

singin on n n on n on n on

the beat dont stop until the break of dawn

singin on n n on n on on n on

like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie

pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop

come alive yall gimme what ya got

i guess by now you can take a hunch

and find that i am the baby of the bunch

'but that's okay i still keep in stride

cause all i'm here to do is just wiggle your behind

singin on n n on n on n on

the beat dont stop until the break of dawn

singin on n n on n on on n on

rock rock yall throw it on the floor

im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there

im gonna move you outta this atmosphere

cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind

ill put t-t-tickets in your behind

i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor

a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got

cause im guaranteed to make you rock

i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?

i said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie

the hip hip hop, a you dont stop

the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie

to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo

and guess what america we love you

cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul

you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old

i dont mean to brag i dont mean to boast

but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast

rock it up baby bubbah

baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie

to the beat beat, its so unique

come on everybody and dance to the beat

i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie

to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop

rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang

the boogie to the boogie da beat

i said i cant wait til the end of the week

when im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat

and attempt to raise your body heat

just blow your mind so that you cant speak

and do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet

and let it change up to a dance called the freak

and when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat

rest a little while so ya dont get weak

i know a man named hank

he has more rhymes than a serious bank

so come on hank sing that song

to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong..

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen them dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!


Baby got back!


I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fu*k*
Till the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna roll in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".


So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sister, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!