author: Tempest
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disclaimer: I don't own any of the character
recognizable from the WWFE. They are owned by Vince McMahon. I
also do not own the rights to the song 'Boyz in the Hood'. It is
originally copyright to NWA. Then Dynamite Hack did their remake.
This is to Dynamite Hack's version.
author's notes: I love writing parodies. :D It
started with the song 'Independent Women' now I can't get enough.
I've got a couple of parodies that I haven't posted yet such as
'Ladies Night'. It'll be out soon I promise. I'm revising. I used
Tazz and RVD because isn't it obvious that Tazz and RVD are soon
going to be on the WWF's side. I'm getting ahead of myself. :D
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Brooklyn soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my Stone Cold starts bitchin' about my shirts
About to go and damn near went blind
Young wrestlers in the ring makin' fightin' signs
I ran in the ring they 'bout to get clip
Threw them boys right over my hip
They bailed outside cause (like Steve) I'ma Lethal weapon
Just as I thought, the fools went steppin
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back side to side
Then I let the alpine play
I was pumpin' new shit by them boys N'Sync
It was "Dirty Pop" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this:
Cruisin' down the street with Tazz in his 6-fo'
Jockin' the wrestlers, pimpin' the hos
We went to the arena to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold practicin' moves
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin RVD
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
What's up with that damn D.T.A.
The boys in the ring are always hard
Come talkin' that shit, we'll beat your ass
Know nothing in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit
Bored as hell and Booker-T making me ill
So I go to a place where I can chill
I just offered Stephanie the people's dollar
She took the money, told me to holler
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
Chillin' with the boys I get to thinkin'
Jericho bout to get his girl to rock that body
Before we left I just know he means Steph
Walked to the office get Steph out of the pad
And the trick said something to make me mad
Said somethin' bout getting the people's strudel
So I grabbed Stephanie by her nappy ass weave
Steph started talkin' shit, would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
Then Pauly H. stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
The boys in the ring are always hard
Come talkin' that shit, we'll beat your ass
Know nothing in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit
wrestlers score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly