Essential The Locker Room's Random Thoughts

[I love Latina women]

Her pops looks like a wild nikka lmao

Why u say that?

 

[Ol’Otis]

A Baltimore Love Thang

 

[Aphrodite]

Jhene's sister, Miyoko

Yeah her sister is very pretty on the left especially when she was younger.
Her mom was gorgeous when she was young too.

 

[I love Latina women]

Yeah her sister is very pretty on the left especially when she was younger.
Her mom was gorgeous when she was young too.

Yeah, I think Miyoko prettier than Jhene and Mila
Their mom has aged well

 

[I love Latina women]

A Baltimore Love Thang

That bass!

 

[Ol’Otis]

Pay attention my nikkas
See how that shyt go?
nikka walk up in this motherfukker
And it be like "bing!"
Cops (live my life as a thug nikka, 'til the day I die)
(Live my life as a thug nikka) bytches ('cause even getting high)
Every motherfukking body
I got bustas hoes and police watching a nikka ya know?
(I live my life as a thug nikka, until the day I die)
Livin' life as a boss player, 'cause even getting high (all eyes on me)
It's like what they think?
I'm walking around with some ki's in my pocket or something? (All eyes on me)
They think I'm going back to jail, they really on that dope

 

[Ol’Otis]

That bass!

 

[I love Latina women]

shyt is ridiculous
Hip Hop is devoid of everything it once was.

 

[Aphrodite]

Yeah, I think Miyoko prettier than Jhene and Mila
Their mom has aged well

 

[Ol’Otis]

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothing without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public
My attitude was "fukk it", cause motherfukkers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
While she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, "go to the telly, ho"
Equipped with money in a Benz, cause bytch I'm barely broke
I'm smoking bomb ass weed, feeling crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustling and prayers, to breaking motherfukkers to pay up
I got no time for these bytches, cause these hoes try to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mill, so I'm wishing
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshyt they stressing (booyah!)
I'mma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory
No guts no glory, my nikka, bytch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bytch in the business so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bytches getting suspicious
Started plotting and planning on schemes, to come and trick us
But thug nikkas be on point and game tight
Me, Syke and Bogart, strapped up the same night
Got problems then handle it, motherfukkers see me
These nikkas is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hoping you listen I catch you paying attention
To my ambitions as a ridah

 

[Ol’Otis]

shyt is ridiculous
Hip Hop is devoid of everything it once was.

nikkas done lost they soul

 

[I love Latina women]

Sometimes I think Jhene prettier than Mila then other times I thin vice versa

 

[I love Latina women]

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothing without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public
My attitude was "fukk it", cause motherfukkers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
While she hot and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, "go to the telly, ho"
Equipped with money in a Benz, cause bytch I'm barely broke
I'm smoking bomb ass weed, feeling crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustling and prayers, to breaking motherfukkers to pay up
I got no time for these bytches, cause these hoes try to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mill, so I'm wishing
Competition got me ripped, on that bullshyt they stressing (booyah!)
I'mma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory
No guts no glory, my nikka, bytch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bytch in the business so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry bytches getting suspicious
Started plotting and planning on schemes, to come and trick us
But thug nikkas be on point and game tight
Me, Syke and Bogart, strapped up the same night
Got problems then handle it, motherfukkers see me
These nikkas is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hoping you listen I catch you paying attention
To my ambitions as a ridah

 

[Medulla Oblongata]

Anyway to disable your Tumblr temporarily?

 

[Ol’Otis]

No more pain
That’s DeVante on the beat
Get yo money