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cheesy splender
Contributed by
smilinjlo17
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Saturday, 19th April 2003 @ 12:05:00 PM in AEST
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Oh, how this rice is so cheesy
cheesy and good to my pleasing
i feel it in my heart that I cannot stop eating
this rice that is so good and cheesy
cheesy rice, cheesy rice
how good to me you are
you are the cheesiest by far
i can eat you in the car
I have a black friend named lamar
he drives a beat-up car
65 coup-divil
its where he likes to chill
he claims he is a bawla
but women just wont hollah
sayin he's a pimp
walkin with a limp
declarin he's got hoes
but the whole town, they all know
that he's all talk, no show
girls think he's a fool
guys think he's not cool
dumb ***** dropped outa school
and he wont follow a rule
ya'll just think im playin
but im really just explainin
about my friend lamar
that drives a beat up car.
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2003-04-19 12:05:00]
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Re: cheesy splender
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by shelby on
Saturday, 19th April 2003 @ 01:15:57 PM AEST
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cute poem nice tribute. Now I want some cheese and rice lol
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Re: cheesy splender
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by papajfat on
Tuesday, 17th June 2003 @ 02:46:13 AM AEST
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Yo, that sh*t was wack,
And I refuse to give you dap,
Lamar's not black,
he's just out back,
smokin' crack.
In his stacked, cadillac.
Coup-Divil,
what the f*ck is you ill,
You better stop smokin' your dad's stash,
and poppin' them pills.
And start showing some skills,
that everybody can feel.
cause I'm burning up wheels,
spittin' it real, rhymes that kill.
You may think that I'm wrong,
but what I'm saying is right,
you claim to be crackers,
and I'm just as white.
But with insite, designed,
to recite, and shed some light.
I don't need to stare at my star,
to know I'm bright.
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