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a very cool guy. this guy is beyond cool. oh and he’s a very good gambler too.
hey, that arvin dude is pretty cool. very friendly guy.
who? oh, arvin aka the god of gamblers, yeah he’s cool.
1.) a person who can run faster than any ninja you’ve ever seen.
2.) usually goes after erica types.
3.) generally an insanley sweet gentlemen. knows how to treat his lady people.
4.) talks for hours on end, always about important things.
5.) someone who enjoys nights in.
6.) the most real guy you will ever set eyes on. not always the most attractive, but very pleasent to look at. an arvin is someone who will change your whole life around, with one smile.
dude1:hey, did you see that arvin today?
dude2:yeaa he was with an erica!
dude1:obviously, they’re both crazy nice people who love to talk!

wow, there goes an arvin, you can just tell by how fast he ran.
used when you have done something you wouldnt regularly do; something you shouldnt do; something youd regret; events related to s-x. may ruin any innocence you have left.
so like me and that one tippy when back to my pad, and i somewhat pulled an arvin.

i pulled an arvin yesterday.
arvin: verb. arrr (like a pirate) vin (like the vin number on a car.)

in military references it describes a foreign soldier trained by us that cowardly runs away. originating from the army of the republic of vietnam soldiers running away whenever sh-t hits the fan.
“i had to take them out myself because our iraqi soldiers gone arvin on me.”
a very wacked guy who think he can say “din mamma” to everything and everybody… he is messed up and got a funny hair-style
– fan den funkar inte!
– din mamma funkar inte.
gunshots

wardawg talking
(“f-ck arvin”)
what’s up n-gg-s, ay yo, i know you ain’t talkin ’bout me dog
you, what?
(“f-ck arvin”)
you been on my d-ck n-gg-, you love my style, n-gg-
(“f-ck arvin”)

chorus
(i) f-ck with your soul like ether
(will) teach you the king you know you
(not) “g-d’s son” across the belly
(lose) i prove you lost already

brace yourself for the main event
y’all impatiently waitin
it’s like an aids test, what’s the results?
not positive, who’s the best? charles, wardawg,clo,
ain’t no best, east, west, north, south, flossed out, greedy
i embrace y’all with napalm
blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
how could wardawg be garbage?
semi-autos at your cartilege
burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
i got this, locked since ’85
i am the truest, name a person that i ain’t influenced
gave y’all chapters but now i keep my eyes on the judas
with ryerson fame, kept my name in his mouth
check it

chorus

talking
ay yo, p-ss me the weed, pour my ashes out on these n-gg-s man (no doubt)
ay, y’all f-ggots, y’all kneel and kiss the f-ckin ring

chorus

i’ve been f-cked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
luck ran out, they hoped that i’d be gone, stiff and rotten
y’all just p-ss on me, sh-t on me, spit on my grave (uh)
talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
y’all some well wishin (b-tches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes
with your hands out for my money, man, how much can i take?
when these streets keep callin, heard it when i was sleep
that this alfrado and c-ckafella records wanted beef
started c-ckin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
to explode it on a pig, and his soldiers, i can handle
this for dolo and his m-n-script just sound stupid

first, john mcdonald’s ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than him
d-ck suckin lips, whyn’t you let the late, great veteran live

talking
(i…will…not…lose)
“g-d’s son” across the belly, i prove you lost already
the king is back, where my crown at?
let’s do it n-gg-s

chorus

y’all n-gg-s deal with emotions like b-tches
what’s sad is i love you ’cause you’re my cousin
you traded your soul for riches
my child, i’ve watched you grow up to be famous
and now i smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
you seem to be only concerned with dissin women
were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you fugly?
well life is harsh, hug me, don’t reject me
or make statements to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
all i did was gave you a style for you to run with
smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
you a fan, a phony, a fake, a p-ssy, a stan
i still whip your -ss, you 21 in a karate cl-ss
you tae-bo hoe, tryna’ work it out, you tryna’ get brolic?
ask me if i’m tryna’ kick knowledge
nah, i’m tryna’ kick the sh-t you need to learn though
that ether, that sh-t that make your soul burn slow
put it together, i rock hoes, y’all rock fellas
and now y’all try to take my spot, fellas?
philly’s hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
in a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
what you think, you gettin girls now ’cause of your looks?
ne-gro please
you no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
compared to jason you wack
you a d-ck-ridin f-ggot, you love the attention
vancity n-gg-s run you n-gg-s,
ha,arv get gunned up and clapped quick
so little shorty’s gettin gunned up and clapped quick
how much of my name’s is gon’ come out your fat lips?
you pop sh-t, apologize
arvin just got etherized!