Who Spit the Lyrics? (Forum Game)


Wasn’t expecting someone to get it that fast, but yeah it’s a classic!


I’m about to head out so anyone can go next.


I’ll do then. As usual, no hints yet.

I’m taking everyone out for a ride
I promise it won’t take long
It’s such a silly disguise that you’re hiding behind
But don’t take it wrong

I know the time and the space that you need
It’s blurry but I’ll get on
It’s getting hard to tell day from a day
Just say it and I move on


Is this song about 47?


Sadly, no.



That would be pretty funny.


Give Me An Answer - Low Roar.


Bitch you thirsty, please grab a Sprite
My Crips lurkin’, don’t die tonight
I just want to dance wit’ you, baby
Just don’t move too fast, I’m too crazy
Man down, down the ave and get shaded
Take a nigga mind off that
We can dip, fuck in the whip, slide right back
In the function, one wrong word, start bustin’
Put that on my Yankee hat
I’m a gangsta Crip, fuck gangsta rap
Where the ladies at? Where the hoes? Where the bitches?
Every real nigga know the difference
Bandana brown like the dope daddy shootin’ in the kitchen
Real Norfside nigga, never went to Poly, Wilson or Cabrillo
Cocaine color of a creole
T-scrap movin’ for the d-lo, what he know?


Ok, so this is L.A. rapper.


Don’t know a lot of L.A. rappers but I have a handful of guesses.

First try - Hittman? (Not Agent 47 of course :wink:)


Wrong! You just lost your SA rating.


Damn it! Well since I lost the SA rank I might as well go for mass murder! :smiling_imp:

Second Try - Vince Staples?


Yup, you got it. Song is “Norf Norf”.


Wasn’t expecting that to be right but I’m not complaining!

We got it together, didn’t we
We’ve definitely got our thing together don’t we baby
Isn’t that nice
I mean really, when really sit and think about it
Isn’t it really, really nice
I can easily feel myself slipping
In more and more ways
That super world of my own
Nobody but you and me
We’ve got it together baby
My first, my last, my everything
And the answer to all my dreams
You’re my sun, my moon, my guiding star
My kind of wonderful, that’s what you are
I know there’s only, only one like you
There’s no way they could have made two
You’re, you’re all I’m living for, your love I’ll keep forevermore
You’re the first, you’re the last, my everything
In you I’ve found so many things
A love so new, only you could bring
Can’t you see it’s you? You make me feel this way
You’re like a fresh morning dew on a brand new day
I see so many ways that I
Can love you 'til the day I die
You’re my reality, yet I’m lost in a dream
You’re the first, the last, my everything
I know there’s only, only one like you
There’s no way they could have made two
Girl, you’re my reality, but I’m lost in a dream
You’re the first, you’re the last, my everything
You and me baby
It’s you, and me
And you are the first, the last, my everything


Looks like some hints are in order - This singer is known for his real deep voice and has a romantic image. Most if not all his music are love songs. The lyrics are from one of his biggest hits.


I’m guessing from the clue it’s the Walrus of Love?

Not sure on the song though!


Good guess but no. Here’s another hint - He’s been making music since the 1960’s all the way up until he passed away in 2003. Another big hit of his is “Can’t get enough of your love, babe”.


Sorry, I should have mentioned that I was referring to Barry White. Left it a while in case anyone else wanted to guess!



:smile: I didn’t know about that but I’m glad you posted it. Your turn if you want it.


With it being so hot I’m tempted to go west coast again, but…

‘Last year, record companies were chumpin’ me
But now like chicks they all be up on me
and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie
Snatch off my hat, wash my dick and keep it movin
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rip New York and a million different places
State to state country to country
My skills are legend in the style of poetry
I’ve paid my dues to this game word to mother
Peace New York hops, it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five
Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I’ve
achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps
I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps
So when we bang-bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks
And I mean it it’s all done with the mind
I neutralize suckers because I’m alkaline
I could go on for days speaking ‘bout my clout
So [redacted] snatch the mic and choke the motherfucker out’