venti_mistake

This will be soon.

Yup, I'm cropping my hair with a number three guard. Mostly because I'm sick of it, I want to be able to wear hats and skullies without getting hat hair, and I intend on letting it go gracefully. I'm not obviously thinning, but it's happening so I might as well get used to it not being there.

Whateva, I'm still a sexy bitch.

And it will symbolically reflect my current sex-life; non-existent. So I might as well be a monk. It would be cool if i had Shaolin Skills too. Well, I swing a bat really well.

So I'll join the ranks of other BAPs (Bald Ass Pinoys) except I don't listen to too much current hip hop and I don't sport Trybal gear. Fuck that. Banana till I die!

Alot of asians ask if I'm one of the artists whenever they walk in. When I say I'm an apprentice they get all happy like. I guess they think I'm representin' or something. Not too many asian tattoo artists down here I guess, except for Tiger Jimmy, but that's another story.










oh yeah, I still fuckin' rule.


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One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
[Before I have to pull the scrap out the cut]
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
'Cause ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out G's so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this [Hell yeah]
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'm a land 'em, understand?
>From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a trick I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
Learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now when she's burnin' I'm a chill for a minute
'Cause ain't no lovin' good enough to get burned while I'm up in it [Yeah]
Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to give 'em all a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
[Chorus 1]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre., creep to the mic like a phantom
Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in'
But I damn near got capped, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the micro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I funks up on funky sh-[yeah]
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a tope but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
[Chorus 2]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
[Tha' mix]
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G Y D O double G ya' see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Hippin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood for another one a' those G hits
So Dre. [What up Dogg?]
We gotta give 'em what dey want [What's that, G?]
We gotta break 'em off somethin' [Hell yeah]
And it's gotta be bumpin' [City of Compton!]
It's where it's explained, so I'm a ask your attention
Mobbin' with the dog pound [Bow wow wow]
Droppin' the funky tracks is makin' the suckas jus' mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and you're bound ta' get smacked
My little homey Snoop Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mac down
And if your woman wanna trip, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on 'til the break dawn
C O M P T O N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the strength together
Like my homey D.O.C., no one can do it better
[Chorus 3]
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode

- Snoop and Dre