Essential The Locker Room's Random Thoughts
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My GOAT. The one and only.
letti cook
Superstar
Cat Lady ☆
Feral
Turk
Young, Gifted, and Black
As a black male in America, fewer shyt is scarier than getting pulled over by the police. I was driving back home from Thanksgiving in a small town in the middle of nowhere when those lights rolled up on me. All that goes through your head is the worst case scenario. Luckily I just got off with a warning, but that shyt is one of the worst feelings.
Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
Losers on here really about Coli "fukkery"; even on the holidays 
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Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
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
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
Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
I just want 2 bad bytches for christmas.
Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
TFL, till the casket drop
