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Rick Guard - Golden Chyld lyrics
Haha... (golden child)
 Yeah, ahh, ahh, yeah, is you wit me?
 Whattup? Y'all done forgot about lil' ole me?
 Y'all don't love me no mo'?
 It's all good... all my real rowdy niggaz
 all my real niggaz ride witcha boy one time
 Ahh...
 [Verse 1]
 Lyrically, I smoke whoever it may concern
 Even wearing a 21 milligram patch of Niccoderm
 Been broke before; ain't nuttin new
 But ain't nuttin never knew me not to say 'fuck you'
 So had my nuts not grew - I'd still hang in the streets
 with lil' niggaz who still bang just to eat
 Bang with the heat - the waterproof spit blazes
 to give y'all niggaz the business like the yellow pages
 Enter the dark ages, enter and spark stage
 For whatever wages, until I'm famous
 for resurrecting our cave language
 And for saying, "Same shit, different toilet..."
 The game ain't about who talented
 It's about who soundscannin
 now them same clowns maddened (peep game)
 Go figure, lyricist of the year is a white boy
 And the greatest golfer; a confused nigga
 [Chorus] - 2X
 And that's gangsta, without bangin a set
 Big nuts on deck ain't even hangin 'em yet
 See it's just some things they should never forget
 Ain't no motherfuckin west without a R-ah-A-S
 [Verse 2]
 I was taught to rhyme undeniably, and force niggaz to think
 So if you need to dance so fuckin much then buy Nsync
 Startin a movement to move men
 Motivational millimeter mouth or repeated and need a monster
 Me; I be the agua - waterproof got a lotta truth
 Spit-slaughter a lotta groups
 Ridin without a crew, nod off without a loop
 Blackout like a ligular, just a nigga that clown
 With a suicidal groupie in a jacuzzi pullin my shorts downRick Guard - Golden Chyld - http://motolyrics.com/rick-guard/golden-chyld-lyrics.html
 Givin me underwater head 'til I nut and she drowns
 Now how the fuck we sound? (man rap is outta control)
 (I gotta smoke something) yo homie bust me down
 Took a pull off a Newport and passed it back
 Nuts hang like I had an elastic sack
 Spastic blaps of our kind of plastic claps
 Wanna know the reason why white people seem to laugh at blacks?
 Cuz brothers in South Africa slaving to death in diamond mines
 Meanwhile, we spendin every penny to overshine
 Tell the next nigga he lesser
 Cuz he can't afford to buy ice from his oppressor
 So now he pullin out nines, tryin to homicide me for mine
 Meanwhile, George W. Bush got a war on crime
 Introduction to the Matrix -- I say the shit
 you know is true but wanna ignore, metamorph metaphors
[Chorus] - 2X
 [Verse 3]
 I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy
 Boricuas call me Poppi when they pop they pussy
 Used to pop-lock and lock and watch
 Pop locks and burglarize spots
 Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy
 Graduated to Suzukis - hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Sushi
 Now ask me what's poppin; most likely ya collar bone
 Ever had that feelin where ya by yourself and your not alone
 With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you
 I'm hard-headed, my dick look like R2-D2
 Like Mini-Me too - speed through in the V-1-2
 C-Arson style, know how we do
 All money is legal, dead pres and green eagles
 You funny style like Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Sigel
 Golden Child of the west, don't know how to act though
 Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin with Death Row
[Chorus] - 1X
 [2nd Chorus] - 1X
 And that's gangsta, without bangin a set
 Big nuts on deck ain't even hangin 'em yet
 See it's just some things they should never forget
 "Ain't no west with Kurupt with a R-ah-A-S"








