The shit a G is made of....

Vice Versa:(This song heres called god damn vice versa its like Picture everything you thought was good was really bad everything bad was really good, what if heaven was on earth nigga the whole world versevice versa this shit here god damn goin on get you a phat ass blunt of that dro smoke that shit its all vice versa look up in the air nigga we rich nigga its vice verse i know all you real nigga gunna feel this shit)
What if heaven was hell and vice versa
If I told ya go to hell would ya tell I cursed ya
I reimburse ya with the truth so ya know my faith
and pray I die im that nigga that they love to hate
i wanna make you use your mind
god has sent the sign and when you listen to these rhymes nigga take your time
again I ask heaven was hell an vice versa
would ya start doin evil in order ta nurture
the spirit man do you understand there's a war thats ragin on
an the devils got some ammo too dont get me wrong
but I put my trust off in the Lord
its too corrupt know that god dont help me blow em up
I gives a fuck
heaven was hell and vice versa
I have no fear I dun witnessed to much hell right here
lend me your ear be cause the beer we had to pour
for all my niggas hit the devil with 44
payback nigga
my nigga keep me from tryin to enter
battle alone and the deal with all this wickedness
I smoke a zone
know im grown but im still a baby
its vice versa so i guess ill beg Satan to save me
God im confused, confused of all these motherfuckers
makin me sick
The Virgin Mary may not fuck nobody
but she suck dick
with a click of nasty concubine its vice versa so she prolly do the whole nine
that nasty ho
I don't know where imma go this christmas
It's Satans birth
imma try to smoke a pound of weed
to ease the hurt
While jesus equiped with angels and devils equip with glocs
for god so loved the earth that he blessed a thug with rocks
Wont stop until they feel me
Protect me devil I think the Lord is tryin to kill me
It's vice versa
Heaven is the low while this doja keep me high
an see the lord almighty nigga im ready to die
my reply for any questions asked the devil made me do it
whose the devil may I ask its so polluted uprooted from all this stupid shit
see me cremated my adaption to the climate
so glad I made it elated that they gun go to heaven
but do they know heaven may not be the place to go
again I ask heaven was hell an vice versa
the devils demons id be damned if ill let god hurt ya Follow me.

If this was vice versa
I be an angel cuz I'm a devil
A down south Georgia rebel
A whole nother fuckin level
reminiscing on all the good and the bad that I did
bussin caps an splitting wigs
an servin nigs
an talkin shit
this is vice versa no fuckin commercial
heaven or hell where do we go
when we die
eternal fire
or the streets of gold
only God knows
vice versa

D-n-R

Ahh ladies and gentlemen, how goes the daily grind? Today I have the most profound pearl of wisdom to bestow upon you fine folks. But first, hopefully you guys enjoyed El Cinco de Mayo like a real nigga should. Mine consisted of gin and juice, and the ever enjoyable company of my little sister and last but not least my penca ass penca friends. We had "rojas" and caldo de pollo for our hangovers and of course, we had to have some of those negras. But all thats in the past today we gotta lay in down the way its laid down in the dirty dirty. Today's lesson in is drinking and riding. All you need is a good CD, pomegranate crunk juice, and of course that Patron, but let me not forget that you should only D-n-R at grandma's where it aint cool to be drinking so you gotta ride to drink and she live on them clay dirt roads where its all good and the police dont be riding through to checkup on a nigga who just be chillin and minding his biz. (Whoa) Other than that my good buddies, its time to get on with the rest of the days task that are still at hand. The best is yet to come ya'll, and in the famous words of my comrade the gun man himself, be easy on the peasy, and keep ya prints off the scene.

The Tramp Stamp vs. The Flavor Saver

you gotta love it

and the results are in: having the flavor saver makes you a much bigger douchebag than having the tramp stamp. until next time watch you self and shake it fast