Tide Detergent

My friend Connor and I decided we were going to make up a rap song. The only trouble was, we couldn't decide what to rap about, so we asked a friend of ours to give us a topic, and we were faced with the challenge of "Tide Detergent." This was the result:

Folding clothes all in those hoes 

Thinking of no one knows 

When you break it down and every thing goes down 

You put it in the hamper and nothing is a damper 

So blame those hoes 

You feeling like you may not know 

Where the hell your clothes are gonna go

T-T-T-Tide for you laundry 

give you lots of pride 

dream on me

(x 2)

Eff chlorox, eff bleach, eff chlorox, eff bleach

Eff downy because it makes you frowney 

But Tide give you, give you pride 

So you dont need no alibi

So you can get clothes on the indside and the out-out-out side

Clothes in da washa 

Clothes in da drya

When you put on that fresh clean shirt,

You'll soar higha

I AINT NO LIYA TELL EM GANGSTAS

(jam out) -  bamba bamba dam bom  bom bom ("TELL EM GANGSTAS")

When i was a lil girl, I thought tide was dirty 

Then i put on dem clothes and the world got flirty 

So i said to my Gs to the left: Put that shirt in the wash 

And show me your best cause Tide, it's better than all the rest....

dj spin that shit

 

bom bom chicka wawa wawa

T-T-T-Tide for you laundry

Give you lots of pride 

Dream on me 

(x 2)

Tide its really neat 

Put the motha freakin socks on your motha freakin feet 

Cause you dont need no bleach to feel motha freakin complete 

Thats why im saying that heat is sweet 

And Mom don't need no meat because Tide's beat is meat

Tell em gangstas