Älska Älska Majorna
Fick den här boken i julklapp när jag hälsade på min nyinflyttad-i-Majorna-polare Lars. Majorna – En resa genom fem sekel. Fullspäckad med kuriosa och Majänna-fakta. Fet bok. Tack som fan Lars!
En poijke måste veta sin historia!
Victor
Kategori: Övrigt 4 comments »
29 december 2010 kl 0:42
hahaha damn right nigga!!! man måste veta sin historia!
29 december 2010 kl 10:05
Asså förklara nu för mig , engång för alla.. vad gör majorna såå specielt??? brukar inte vara där så ofta inte alls faktist:/ är de en sån grej just för man bor där typ som partille reppar partille stenhårt lr e de faktist ett soft ställe??? snälla bullen ge mig svar…..hahaha
29 december 2010 kl 16:38
Majorna is where the hammer’s rung, New’s cameras never come
You and your man houndin’ every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I GAVE straight bets
So i felt some more something, and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don’t walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn’t fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up to tonka and sought them dudes to trust
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, them niggas is foul just like us
I’m from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime’s unforgetable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your WORD was everything, So everything you said you’d do
You did it, Couldn’t talk about it if you ain’t lived it
I from where niggas pull your CARD, and argue all day about
Who’s the best MC’s, V., Roffe Ruff, and Gubb
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are at odds,
At each other’s throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R’s
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars (that all)
I’m from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
i’m from majorna son, just thought i’d remind ya’ll
29 december 2010 kl 23:28
Hahaha jag dör!
Och refrängen går:
Cough up a lung, Where I’m from, Majorna, son – De e inte naaaajs!