Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in bambo42o's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
8:47 pm	Its P Dot Chase, aka the brick Crusher..but to you it be ya favorite hustlas favorite hustla And another one.. I be like get out the pots, pans, rocks, and grams the water, the baking soda, i got a luxury plan let it bubble on the stove, call it easy crack go and tell the rap game, P Chase is back go ahead and tell ya dame, see how she react you still getting ya pockets dug, i fed her easy Mac ya cheesy black, just give her hard dick and bubble gum let her know about this life we chose, cuz its trouble some how we like fuck a 9 to 5, we just grind and double one flood the streets wit hard white, bomb drops and bubble gum now you might not under stand this, excuse my spanglish I'm talkin bubble gum dro, now see me in the Range whip y'all gangstas just lay face down and die name less coward cock suckers get scoped out wit the stainless Dead on Arrival so ya death is quick and pain lesss (Comment on this)
8:03 pm	Let it bubble on the stove, call it easy crack..go and tell the rap game, P Chase is backk! just peep the verse Aiyoo..the kid is still fly i cop bricks, dip and flip pies y'all couldnt cope no hope thats why i stay high L-I, I run this island til i fuckin die next line of order is to take control of N-Y thats just a hustlas dream you wanna take my fiends, shit it seems weighin out Ps on them triple beams, rippin schemes coppin dome in the 'Lac i even had ya own mother tellin me that you whack get ya self offa crack,that be the first step in many think you a balla but we know that you done fell off like Penny sippin on Henny, you can catch me twistin a Twenty when it comes to rap bitches i'd smash Trina or Remy blastin the semi, now you wanna see me and end me i'm on ya block and let it pop like you bastards killed Kenny come thru to my ave in L-T, its P-C, you cant leave man please, brains be on ya damn sleeve y'all couldnt show me nothin, these fuckin clowns hustlin i dont care about ya loot, ya bitch is busted feel the reprocussions regardless when the gat is bustin i got a peice on me its nothin i got it all end of discussionn.. (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 4th, 2006
11:09 am	New shit new shit.. Aiyyyoo..havent been on here in a minute..so i was just sittin up in math class blazed out my face..decided to jot down some lyrics here they are for you to peep out..leave ya opinions..whateva whateva get gully..be greasy..peace You already know that I'm a L Town Veteran glocks that I pop send shots thru ya melanin rocks I be peddelin, my block aint no settlements smoke pot and bombs drop, the essence of the elements a question for my dude how the fuck y'all stay relevant? up at ya crib sprayin them clips just for the hell of it be honest, just be modest, you aint sellin shit ! lookin bummy on the ave, goddamn its quite evident I just loove when a dude act like hes makin profits aint never seen no P or no six figga watches six bitches flockin while six pigs are watchin little do they know i got six pushas clockin mansions in my options, L town pop shit! know y'all run up in my crib just to see my stock slip but i see my crops flip, got hits thats double dipped basically, just know that the moneys coming in regardless of opposing arguements about whos the hardest i'm the smartest, i stack up my papes wit each harvest you think you fly, on my block you need a harness rock them nice 'fits get snatched out ya garments the outcome is carnage, get higher than the stars is put a red dot on a dude and turn fools to movin targets ! Current Mood: crazy Current Music: P Dot Chase.. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
7:29 pm	Its ya boy ! whats the deal..ain't nothing new i'm just trying to recover from this sickness that my girl gave to me ! ahhhhh..heres a new free style 32 Bars get at me..be greasy ahaha Who the fuck wanna pop off, the guns is out you lil faggots dont want problems then dont run ya mouth everybody talkin dirty like they run the south i run the south, east west and north side of L Town you wanna bet, put ya money down, put ya honey down i'll knock ya fuckin teeth out at the speed of sound dont nobody say nothin when the heaters in ya mouth i'll stick my peter in ya girls blouse, how ya like me now i'll come up in ya crib, lookin for the safe jack the drugs, guns, the loot and then be out witout a doubt, we so grimey and dirty why the fuck y'all think they call us D 30 ? but we dont roll dirt weed, nah never a seed in our cigar everyday i'm blazin dro buds fresh out the jar everyday i'm switchin up cars and takin hoes to the yard had to blow up, and punish these crackas cuz It's Soo Hard the transition from the bottom to top, bottles a pop stack G after G by slangin these crack rocks 'thats hot' ! like Paris, i'm in the Hilton causin static goin to Hustlers Anonymous like 'i'm a addict!' the bodies be stashed in the attic, crackin ya cabbage carnivore, eatin ya raw, i gotta have it start a war I got chrome metal 4s it gets tragic we fuckin wit big faces y'all got plenty 1s 4:20 Click, 2 MCs with 20 Guns we both slang crills, duck po and live on the run stick a dick in ya girls mouth, i call her honey buns and i smoke so many blunts that they call me Honey Lungs tryinga stack a mill-i-on before I'm twenty one I'm half way there, who's givin half way stares if you glance my way then i'ma put you in the air like a L in the memory of my dogs who aint here, yeah ! Current Mood: impressed Current Music: 'Dope Money' L O X (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, March 20th, 2006
8:30 pm	Whateva whateva...get gully ayyy...havent updated this in a minute..how y'all doin..this week end was pretty wack..except for friday..which was fuckin sweet..this week end should be ill too buut its only Monday ahhh...heres another verse a lil more serious topic.. Its the kidd, just got back from doin a bid 28 days, one week in i ran shit, real spit I came in this bitch thinkin its sweet til you gotta fight a faggot just for somethin to eat you better listen when i speak i aint tellin no lies i know whats it like, on the block slangin them pies i know what its like to question ya girl, knowin she lie usually its they body language or the look in they eye and i still dont give a fuck yeah i break down and cry yeah we go thru hard ships but thats just real life its real trife, but it doesn't make me less of a man cuz i'll still rob you faggots on a hand to hand its ya own self imagie if you spit it than live it cuz i'll be damned if i make it to the top spittin a gimmick before you respect those around you, respect ya self it aint all about guns, drugs, pussy and wealth it about love, loyalty, values and blood cuz my fam held me down when nobody else would so i gotta keep their heads ringin, gotta keep my neck blingin gotta hold my people down gotta keep the rest singin I gotta get rich fam dont get it confused cant have my moms cryin cuz my face on the news i just wanna stack some loot dog, go on a cruise anybody want some fuckin beef i'm comin at youu ! Up at the crib-o, gettin stoned truest shit i ever spoke... hahaa..peaacce Current Mood: productive (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
10:00 pm	WaRniNG..we're cominn..we're commin thrru ! whatt up..its thursday night tommorows friday ! yess..hopefully we can chill at emmalines(ahahaa) crib tommorow and play Waterfalls ! its the best game ever..if not the night may suckk..well i'm havin a ill chat now so i gotta go but this is another track..its t he first one me and my boy recorded..well not counting "420 ClicK" but that shit was mad old school..its over the biggie "waRNING" beat haha y'all know..'who the hell is this..pagin me at 5:46.."..if ya dont know go peep it..anyway i recorded this verse over that instrumental..peace Who the hell is this.. blowin up my phone while i'm smokin on some home grown, i'm tryna cop some dome thats my dog Tom from 300 Spot told me he got 10 on a 20 sack he wants to smoke a blunt well thats the plan, i got grams in my hands these cracks wanna pop off get left where they stand i post up on the block, movin Os in the drop keep the goods in my socks so i dont attract cops i put it down in L-T, name is P-C, reppin D-3 crackas want to but they cant see try a lil harder y'all my sons and i'm the father cut ya shit up like a barber have ya lookin like Farber got a spine a steel, i run this shit like a film reel wanna know the real deal only pigs squeel i got nickel plated gats so a snitch is left in ditches knockin down the door run up on em while he's pissin stay pistol grippin spittin ill compositions any kid i'm rippin his moms cryin cuz hes missin I got somethin for you bastits, drop ya ass like acid take the mic and pass it like a dutch I got it masterredd.. GSL..We Cominnn..we commin thrru ! Current Mood: giddy Current Music: Paper Chase.. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 28th, 2006
8:52 pm	DoWn N OuT..they said we gon change the game this yearrr ! aiyyoo..how ya do..i have a court date tommorow i'm thinkin i'm long over due for some good news..i think i've done my part so maybe i'll be blessed tommorow..lord knows i deserve it..i'm stressin that a lil bit but not much..so atleast i get to sleep late and not go to school..thats always good..anyway heres the lyrics to a track me and my boy recorded over the Down N out instrumental..theres a few copies of it circulating somewhere,its on peoples I pods and shit haha so maybe you'll hear it one day..give me some replies hahaa peace love whatever whatever.. You want beef, you steppin to the hardest click my money long like Pippen, but i'm armed wit clips you prolly go down on a bitch, aint that some shit not to mention, how many fiends i harmed wit bricks i'll bomb ya whip, the stats they be all for us see me hittin the clutch..fillin a dutch in the back of the truck black and blue like a Cripset but this aint Dipset its Tripset, fuckin get ya dick wet its time for a check, clips yes chips yes, guns in the head rest dog i'm mad hostile, nickel plated nostrils raps be colossal the crews holy apostle you a little snot nose i'll bloody up ya clothes you did the deal lets go gotta switch em up the flow did the yays did the dro man i had it all befo when i came thru the door i told ya how its gonna go if i ever go to jail they'll be screamin Free Bambo you know i got them handles, i'll merk you like in handball toss you body in the cracks, my hobby is a gat L Towns on the map, how the hell y'all mad at that ? Bddatt, GSL 4:2o CLiCK hats strappd wit a mack and a blade in the napsack i'm the closest to christ, B, look i'm so icey i aint like them franchise boys i dont think they like me i know they wanna fight me, but i'll take ya white T turn it to spaghetti sauce i'm a fuckin boss fam take a look at the porsche that i'm drivin in that i'm high in, every where we go my eyes be red you a bitch go and call the feds man, hot damn or i'll hit ya wit the bricks like I'm Redman turn ya best friend to a dead mann.. "They said we gon change the game this yearrr.." Current Mood: crazy Current Music: L Towns Shinest (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, February 24th, 2006
2:30 pm	Welcome to L Town..chea How ya do..its ya boy..recovering from a temporary death yesterday hahaa..feelin fresh and new, no more liqs for me for a minute..i tend to just be ridiculous and get myself sick..so i'm chillin wit my dog Bud Light for a while..maybe cop some Coronas or Henikens or something if i'm feelin classy haaha..anywayss the vacation is coming to close and its been pretty ehhh..whatever though..i dont really have much to say just peep out the lyrics and give me my props ! hahaa jp..this is over the Put ya lighters up beat..4:2o Click ya already know peace Welcome to L Town, where the fat blunts do go round crackas get killed and their not found, nobody seen it i'm chillin on the block like a demon put out the hit these crackas be screamin like why is he leakin ? why aint he speakin ? i came thru creepin, i had my reasons now i'm cheesin, told that dude i really mean it like Cam wit the dips i be squeezin got them fiendin, checkin the product see me on the block be movin narcotics weed is exotics, blazin on haze in the tropics dog you wanna hustle than watch this i be clockin, choppin up rocks in the box whip ridin ears open y'all pop shit i hear y'all talkin, the streets is watchin cant go to jail toss the corpse in the garbage the life of a hustla, if you dont like it then fuck ya L Town clicks stand the fuck up ! I got that blueprint, rap fiends cop that true shit this that brand new exclusive G S L remix, toss you in the lake you sea sick insane if you dont think we sick Dog be honest, we the hottest y'all movin targets, we bringin in loot regardlesss we gonna see some blood spilled dont ever come around dog you'll get yaself killed ! Welcome to L Town..get ya fighters up.. Peace and hair grease Current Mood: refreshed (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 17th, 2006
10:41 am	1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9..its the 10 Crack Commandments ! Whats the deal..i'm just chillin at my crib its like 10:45..i gotta go back to school at 12:45 and i'm madd borred..this is a track i wrote over the "10 Crack Commandments" beatt..thank you very much and peace There's rules to this job, i'll teach you some etiquette so you don't get robbed, and don't get ya head split if you stackin, only roll wit those you trust but the catch is, you cant trust noone son even ya own fuckin wifey'll stick you up if she feels that ya doughs stacked long enough on the flip side, keep the fiends high as fuck they'll be comin right back before you can even re up always keep ya feet up, and ya eyes open its lonely at the top, so you gotta stay focused whenever theres a beef just keep ya heat smokin watch for the grubs, we call them dudes locusts a most vital rule is don't never give spots they might skip town, and you might get hot when they do show face then they might get popped their might be witnesses, you might get locked and if you cant throw the hands, dont try to move shit you cant bring guns to jail ! what you, stupid ? you losin it, you gotta keep a clear mind stay paranoid, these is dangerous times dont think what i'm spittin is just for the rhymes i done moved every thing that you could to get high if you smoke mad bud then dont push trees if you sniff mad lines then dont push skis its common sense, dont blow ya profit cuz you gon end up right where you started the key to the game is prosperity if i aint hot wit the cops i wont never leave i got one more rule before you go out and cop dont try to move weight on my block, you'll get shot ! Current Mood: relaxed Current Music: L Towns Shinest..CD Coming Soon to a hood near you (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 13th, 2006
9:50 pm	Happy Valentiness day to all..and to all a good nightt ahaha Hahaha..how are y'all doin tonight..hopefully everyone has a good valentines day tommorow..should be a great day..anyway i'm starting to like this live journal thingg its pretty cool..even though i dont really have much to say ? haha i don't do much..drop a few bars and then i cop a few cars..spit a few flows to help me pimp a few hoes ahahaha..heres a lil free style for all you hope ya enjoy it..peace be easy I spit a rhyme off the top of the dome at all times so I'ma do it once more just to try to get signed everybody knows i'm the nicest i'm causin a crisis they wanna know how i got that loot to cop ices they don't know about the prices i'm dealin wit it's price less cuz i dont slang no .5s like y'all tyrants the people be tippin me off, you be rippin em off plus ya whole click is soft so i'm callin the bets off it aint on more I'm on top and aint stoppin keep a gun in the hip clockin while the bitches just flockin they be watchin the kid, like look how cocky he is and the rocks in the wrist got em sloppy as shit yeah I'm arrogant bitch i earned the right to brag slang 20s that be fillin up them 40 bags I got the things that you thought you had, like clientele sittin on OZs while you say you'll sell water to a whale I'll sell ya daughter to a cell just to watch you fail the drop is pale, in the whip wit a white girl movin that white girl if I don't like you i'ma cut it so bad you might earl so, move wit care, them goons is out there plain clothes get stained clothes from bullet holes, ya know ? fa sho, thats how it be when you chillin in L Town where everywhere you go you see my bags on the ground let the mag spit a round, so they know who they fuckin wit its the 4:20 Click kid blunts is honey dipped burn slow like ya soul was nice dro put you in eternal sleep wit a tag on ya toe plus some flowers on the flo' to represent ya memory you soft like rose petels and got homo tendencies who the fuck they said it be, PC, the name rings count stacks and move cracks while i hear ya dame sing dog I got that flame bling, neck be Icy Hot like a cold winter night when its flooded wit the cops I just stun em wit the drop as the candy paint drips kinda like ya nasal cavity when you dudes sniff yes the kid is that sick, wit the spit I'm a monster got these old hungry crackas and they wearin fake chompers ! the flow is straight bonkers, you think you plottin while i watch ya got another cracka waitin outside to straight stomp ya chea ! watch how the flow has improved cuz i been spittin since the subway series was big news and if you don't like it, I suggest you rewind this GSLs behind this, D 30 cosigned this We L towns Shinest beyond a shadow of a doubt you wanna start open a bank account and move a ounce chea ! Current Mood: ecstatic (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 12th, 2006
1:30 pm	First entryy ! whats hood this is my first entry..emi put me on to this shit haha what a loser/fagg..anyway its a very gay snowy day..last night we chilled at farbers crib that was kinda fun..i'm mad bored which is why i made this..dont even know if anyones reading this ? hahaa its alll gravy..i'll prob put some cool shit on this..lyrics and what not..actually read this..its a verse over the young jeezy beat..i forgot the name of it..some of you might have heard the tracks me and my boy matt did.. Guess who's bizack, still got that taste in my mouth at arms acres i was runnin the house while i was there you was runnin ya mouth so when i got home i put a gun in ya mouth i aint emotional, i'll give you daps but if you get caught you better not say jack and if you wit the po and i heard you rat i aint got no remorse you gon get layed flat take that ! its the kid who you thought it was respect my click, we all knee deep in drugs i'll send you some shots, you can keep the slugs ya mans'll carry you, ya moms'll clean the blood ouch ! I get love from ya crew and mine cuz if i get knocked i'ma do that time you wanna get fucked up i slang those lines you wanna do dirt i wil pop that nine these new kids, they aint go no spine jelly fish crackas i be on that grind its 24 - 7, 365 i'm on that corner fuck a 9 to 5 a fiend is a fiend and he gon stay high the kid is the kid and he gon stay fly no lie, look in my eyes you can see the truth clothes matched to a T plus a bullet proof sippin on some liquor, 160 proof i hopped out the range then i switched the coupe i popped at you lames then i'm like, who you ? i dont know you faggots man get up off me you dont want ya envy to become costly ! i gotta send props to the kid Young Jeez i gotta thank myself for deliverin heat mad love for the click, y'all complete me I gotta thank God, the kid is back on the streets ! Cheaa reply wit feed back..whether you got love or hate in ya blood hahaa..i'm such a loserr..peaccee Current Mood: devious Current Music: At the crib bumpin my shitt ahha (1 Comment |Comment on this)