Beat down at the Boston Pops. Thug Life!

Some cad from Brown had the gall to insult the Harvard sculling team while in his cups. His ears were properly boxed and that was the end of a most dreadful affair.

Anyone know any more about this? I would love to now what these idiots were thinking. Fighting at the synmphony? at Ben Folds? A sure sign of the rapture. Morons. No wonder Boston will always play second fiddle to New York.

You know what time, boo-yaow, Boston Pops time baby

I know it's time for you

So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin

And uhh, throw up that finger

Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!

Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?

[Verse One:]

Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya

I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya

If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up

and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see

the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard

I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word

See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed

Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me

witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony

cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me

I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame

but the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go

Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show

And even though I'm known for my one night stand

I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go...

"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" -- [Erick Sermon] (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")

[sample repeats until second verse]

Throw up the finger!

And all my homies go..

Throw them the finger!

Ya know what baby it's like

[singing]

I know you've been searchin for someone

To make you happy, and get the job done

You say you need it, a man with money

But I can't be there, and will you still care

[Verse Two:]

Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows

Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go

in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high

I can hear the people callin, I'm passin by

Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God

Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard

All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do

Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool

Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide

If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie

Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words

in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve

Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow

Can't hold it any longer, so let it go

Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven

Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was...

"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" -- [Erick Sermon] (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")

[sample repeats until third verse]

Give em the finger!

All my homies go..

Throw your fingers up!

That's just the Thug in me girl, you know

Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like

[singing]

I know you've been searchin for someone

To make you happy, and get the job done

You say you need it, a man with money

But I can't be there, and will you still care

[Verse Three:]

A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down

Got a woman that'll please me, in every town

I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation

got me ready to release the fluid, sensation

sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand

Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand

Even the hardest of my homies need attention

Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin

I wanna take you to the movies, and the park

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark

Now that it's passion, hold me tight

Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight

I know your man ain't lovin you right

You're lonely and depressed you need a Thug in your life

Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin

See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was

"Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy" -- [Erick Sermon] (Redman's "Watch Yo' Nugget")

[sample repeats until the end]

Give em the finger

And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know?

Throw your fingers up

Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you

[singing]

Everybody, heyy, alright

Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh

[2Pac]

All my niggaz go

Uptown in the

Give em the finger!

Throw your hands up

Boston Pops,Give em the finger!

Ben Folds probably instigated it by throwing his piano stool up into the balcony. Looks like the pissed off Popster thre something back:

http://www.fmaynard.com/benfolds/images/B00006L3QM.jpg

Brilliant post, sir.

Mr. Crimson, Esq. wrote:

Some cad from Brown had the gall to insult the Harvard sculling team while in his cups. His ears were properly boxed and that was the end of a most dreadful affair.

Correction, the "the Boston Popsters threw something back." Sorry. I can deliver a punch line.

Wow, baldy was quite the tough guy. Can't wait to hear what they were fighting about.

I have no doubt that Ben was in on this. The man is notorious for having crazy things happen at his big shows. He faked a guy falling from a balcony when he had a live webcast of a show sometime last year.

Word to the shizzy hizzy yo!

Two white guys? Let's see someone top this at the next

DMX show.

Mr. Crimson, Esq. wrote:

Some cad from Brown had the gall to insult the Harvard sculling team while in his cups. His ears were properly boxed and that was the end of a most dreadful affair.

Post of the DAY!

Mr. Crimson, Esq. wrote:

Some cad from Brown had the gall to insult the Harvard sculling team while in his cups. His ears were properly boxed and that was the end of a most dreadful affair.

I wish I'd written that. It would have been a real slump buster.

QED.

Did the fight erupt when one or bothmen realized that they had paid money to see Ben Folds?

One of the combatants was heard to exclaim "I demand satisfaction!"

i can't figure out what the hell is going on here