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gangstaraps – hey arnold rap (original song) lyrics

verse 1: gangstagangsta and all:

bell just rang at p.s. 118
im bout to jock some hoes and smoke some green
my names arnold i gotta football shaped head
but that doesnt stop the ladies from jumpin in my bed
a little blue hat thats where i keep my stash
i got what you want man just flash the cash
and i know im gettin love from helga g. pataki
but shes got a unibrow and her hairs kinda knappy
yeah im wakin up to a potato alarm clock
hopin today i dont get busted by the cops
me and my boy gerald we be runnin this block
grindin all day and the hustlin never stops
stoop kid owes me money and he’s runnin outta time
im bout to drive by the stoop and bust him wit my nine
but you know i gotta answer when chocolate boy calls
cuz he likes to mix my ++++ with his chocolate malt b+lls

chorus: livin in the boardin house i do what i like
i dont drive a whip i got a tricked out bike
i give great advice but that dont make me nice
it dont matter the price, i got a grill full a ice

verse 2: unknown and sid tha throwbak kid
life on my block you can’t never understand
im in a gang war wit the jolly olly ice cream man
i never leave the boarding house without my stunna shades
make a million on the grind before i hit the fourth grade
step up to arnold trust me you won’t last
you’ll be lookin like eugene in a full body cast
i run this hood and it ain’t nothin without me
im a hustla homie and you can ask about me

my name is sid im the throwback kid
been to jail ten times for the things i did
i keep my beetle boots clean when i roll up in the club
got a chevy with suicides sittin on dubs
yeah i keep the trunk bumpin man what can i say
you can hear me and stinky from 5 blocks away
rhonda’s comin over, you know what thats about
loved her
hated her
blew her brains out

chorus: livin’ in the boarding house i do what i like, i don’t drive no whip, i got a tricked out bike, livin’ off the price don’t make me nice, it don’t matter the price i got a grill for of ice

verse 3: gerald johannson and stinky tha o.g. gangsta

my name is gerald johannson im the real o.g
i rock a tube shaped afro and the number 33
my homie’s name is arnold and he ain’t no clown
im bout to dip out to phoebe’s cuz you know we get down
i rep hillwood city and p.s. 118
stinky better watch his back cuz he owes me some green
i gave you my two cents now its time to make some cheese
plus im pimpin on connie she’s my sixth grade squeeze
yeah my name is stinky im a country boy
but i grind all day in my cadillac toys
my ice so cold, my stack so fat
you know what else is growin in my pumpkin patch
rollin bentleys not hondas thats the way to go
sid deliverin to rhonda cuz she loves the dro
sixth foot in fourth grade so get outta my face
sippin on yahoo
harold go on drop the base

- gangstaraps lyrics

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