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fuck the police

BASICS

Height:189 cm - 193 cm (6'3" - 6'4")
Weight:60 Kg - 64 Kg (131 lbs - 140 lbs)
Birthday:September 08, 1993
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Living Situation:Living with roommate(s)
Location:Maple Ridge, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:10:15pm | Aug 29, '07
Profile Updated:08:05am | Dec 16, '09
Last Active:09:56pm | Dec 06, '09

INTERESTS

Movies:Comedy
Art:DJing
Cars:Audio, Drag Racing, Drifting, Modifications, Tuning, Motorbikes
Music:Hip-Hop, Metal, Rap, Rapcore, Rave
Sports:Boxing, Football (American), Paintball, Skateboarding, Sky Diving, Hacky-sack
Activities:Drinking, Gambling, Listening to music, Partying, Pool/Billiards
Outdoor:Going to the beach
Computers:Surfing the net

R U DOWN WIT DA 187


BRIAN
15/SANGLE/grade 10/TERRY FoX/S.D + S.L.S
Nigga You Violate I Regulate Rat Tat Tat
Bigger Shells They Fit In That Banana Clip Tech
Run and A Bullseye Form on Your Back
It's Hard To Miss Wit A Full Clip In The Mac


I Got Ammo Ammo I Unload, Reload Cut A Nigga Quick
Ye My Knife Game Lethal That Tough Guy Shit
Nigga Thats What I see Through
You Like a 3 Course Meal Motherfucker I Eat You
You Food And I'm In The Mood So Front I Let The Hammer Fly
Nigga You Can Duck, Run For Cover, Or Die
Your Choice, You Choose
I Pop, You Move, Like You In Shock You Been Shot
Nigga.. Your Blood On The Street, You Up Ships Creek
You Can Hardly Speak, Startin To Get Weak Your Eyes Close
Your Life Flash, Your Heart Slow, Your Heart Stop,
Your Ass Dead, You Fucked Kid]
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we SD'Z dont fuck around

GD WHAAT

It?s friday mornin, where the weed at?

Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cos I wanna get high like a plane
In the sky with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the shit is so sticky
That it?s gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it?s smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that?s tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain?t no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale


I?m the freaker, the one freaks the funk

(east coast hittin that blunt), west coast hittin that honeydip
Might he want a joint then I want another hit
Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (can I get a hooh!? )
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
So I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the guess guy ? ? ? ?
(as I keep runnin from the chop-per)
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(puto won?t be holdin out on the big bag)

(I?m the freaker, the one who freaks the funkIt?s friday mornin, where the weed at? [/color
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cos I wanna get high like a plane
In the sky with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the shit is so sticky
That it?s gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it?s smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that?s tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain?t no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded


Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale

I?m the freaker, the one freaks the funk

(east coast hittin that blunt), west coast hittin that honeydip
Might he want a joint then I want another hit
Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (can I get a hooh!? )
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
So I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the guess guy ? ? ? ?
(as I keep runnin from the chop-per)
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(puto won?t be holdin out on the big bag)


(I?m the freaker, the one who freaks the funk
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LEAVE ONE

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FU*CK a BLO/OD
FacK A CRI-P