MAC TYER - PETIT FRERE, PETITE SOEUR
- Durée: 4:33
- Notation: 4.87 (23 votes)
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- Publié par: k0usk0us
Thématique: BITCH DIAM'S FRANCAIS france FRERE GIRL JOEY ma MAC METEQUE moi métèque PETIT PETITE RAP SOEUR STARR TYER
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LA CAUTION - THE A LA MENTHE
- Durée: 3:52
- Notation: 4.83 (395 votes)
- Visites: 166728' favoriteCount='1097
- Publié par: k0usk0us
Thématique: BITCH caution DIAM'S francais france GIRL JOEY ma menthe METEQUE moi métèque rap STARR the thé us
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Outlawz - Real Talk (Lyrics)
- Durée: 3:50
- Notation: 4.92 (892 votes)
- Visites: 399918' favoriteCount='2783
- Publié par: Rzaa19
Thématique: E.D.I fatal hussein kadafi kastro komani mussolini napoleon noble Outlawz Rap Real Talk Tupac westside yaki young
My account (BONEYY) got deleted so here it is once again.. the OUTLAWZ http://bonesnapper.hyves.nl/ \/ LYRICS Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz Them outlaw world-wide my figures. From triumph to tragedy, To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me. For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game lockjaw Man dats what my nigga got shot for, bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs. See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it Misery loves company, And that's the real shit But in 2005 im on some ill shit Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this. 'Im takin the stand, with mac at hand Born killa, like them niggaz in pakistan It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride. (Chorus) I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk. Everyday is a new challenge I'm a savage in a new balance A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent Blame the machine but fuck it i'm a hustla bitch So we start our own label sellin' bricks lajit Power to the people A lot of power in my pencil We da hope for the hopeless The voice for the voiceless Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game Years later less members fuckin feelin the same. Straight from the heart makin em walk Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow Hatas gettin they wrong I seen tha streets rap Rounda tough with some niggaz i seen prison put religion in the rough of some niggaz. They say gansgtaz dont live that long Too many turn coat Thats fucked up puttin cuffs on your folks Coincidental the outlawz instrumental And raisin a thug nation we influential (Chorus) I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk. Yea, My mother aint made no sucka Raised in the gutta I'm a made mutha fucka. All I know is get paid motha fucka All day motha fucka One way or anotha And aint no body no where that can stop me Call me cachy you tennis im hockey Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki with black rocky in my pocks you got me. Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support Im stressin aint my thought And I walk these dogs im a soldier dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up? A man of honor commer Good calma Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva Big ass Cig, Thats that shit plus the bully that a fully automatic. (Chorus) I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk.
Obie Trice ft. Eminem - Lady
- Durée: 4:42
- Notation: 4.81 (457 votes)
- Visites: 289923' favoriteCount='1141
- Publié par: IntoYourSkin
Thématique: Eminem Hey Lady Music Obie Rap Trice
[Hook - Eminem (singing)] Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love [in the background of the hook] Hey lady, hey lady I don't think you really wanna be my girl (be my girl, be my girl, be my girl) Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous) You never know what I really (be like, be like) (be like, be like, I'm your type) (And might even get a little bit crazy) [Obie Trice] Baby I'm extra large (huge) in magnitude And Magnums to lubrication that I use To chose which hole on a ho I abuse (yes) Have 'em confused, can't tell who is who When I fuck the shit out you, then the next date (bitch) I rush the shit out you off my two-way (ooh wait) You wanna cuddle, emotional hustle up on Pocono's Poke ya nose in and outta Obie's own No, I'm in and out your home And this in and out your tone I ain't the nigga that settles 'em down Put 'em in nice homes and floss 'em around (nah) I bounce 'em around Camcord the sex and sell 'em around town How that sound? If I was in love witcha, now you wanna clown Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury You don't want it with me, you just horny as me You want a nut, nuttin' but what is you be [Eminem] I'm internationally known baby but actually There are few people who know how I am naturally All you know is that I can act irrationally When you shove a puppet up in my face on national TV So they label me this crazed loony rap bully But truthfully that ain't the truth And if you believe in that shit Then you'll believe anything's true And you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally But personally that actually works for me Cuz the last thing that I need's a string attached to me I'ma bachelor bitch and I ain't in no fast fury To run out and find a new Mrs. Mathers Cuz see, technically me and Kim ain't back fully But we do still make booty calls occasionally But be damned if I end up back in that pad And we end up back at that god damn tavern And havin' another déjà vu, we seein' security Pass my pussy around like it's Ja Rule's jewelry I got news for you bitch, your news curfew's early You ain't home by 2:30 [gunshot] [Hook - Eminem (singing)] Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love [in the background of the hook] Hey lady, hey lady I don't think you really wanna be my girl (be my girl, be my girl, be my girl) Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous) You never know what I really (be like, be like) (be like, be like, I'm your type) (And might even get a little bit crazy) [Obie Trice] See you lookin' at the life, you lookin' at the lights (lights) You lookin' at the ice (ice) you ain't lookin' at the Trice (right) You should look at some advice when I see he ain't nice (nope) Despite the fact you think you the feisty type O love to fight (uh) I love the drama (yeah) Love when my bitch get to cussin' out Yolanda (fuck you bitch) Find the Obie condom on the counter Swingin' her weave, can't breathe like I can't believe Least I ain't deceieve and try to mislead And sell a dream just to get you on my team I came clean to keep down the beef Keep down my reach, you can keep all your teeth [Eminem] What we do under the covers should stay between the covers And the two of us and we ain't gotta be news coverage On the front page cover of "Buzz's New Lovers" And this is when the bitch get to showin' the true colors Cuz the truth of it, everything that I do's public And you'd love it if you could run and tell all your friends Guess who you just screwed, as soon as me and you've done it And save the used rubber to show 'em the proof of it But I guess it's do unto others as you'd have 'em do unto you But you better be careful of who you're doin' it to Cuz you never know when the shoe Could end up on the other foot and it backfires on you Cuz you think you want it then you want me, then you get me Then you got me and you're fucked cuz you'll be stuck with me For the rest of your life cuz if I get attached to you We'll be joined at the hip, I'll be so latched to you You'll be walkin' out the house and I'll run up and tackle you Chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you You don't think you're leavin' this house in that, do you? Not till I brand my name in your ass and tattoo you And have you walkin' out this bitch in turtleneck sweaters Scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather Front on me? Never Cuz we gonna be together forever Right bitch? [gun cock] Right bitch? [gun cock, shot] [Hook - Eminem (singing)] Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you Bitch I'm fuckin' For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love [in the background of the hook] Hey lady, hey lady I don't think you really wanna be my girl (be my girl, be my girl, be my girl) Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous) You never know what I really (be like, be like) (be like, be like, I'm your type) (And might even get a little bit crazy) (fall in love) (crazy) (fall in love) (crazy) (fall in love) (crazy)
Snap Yo Fingers!
- Durée: 4:52
- Notation: 4.72 (1208 votes)
- Visites: 282771' favoriteCount='1675
- Publié par: hoiitsroi
Thématique: bitch jom lil matt porn productions roi sex violence wassabi
lol we dont like rap. so we made a video anyways LOL www.myspace.com/wassabiproductions
Do or Die - Bustin Back(Bone Thugs Diss)1997
- Durée: 4:57
- Notation: 3.90 (125 votes)
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- Publié par: gotsteeze92
Thématique: AK Back Belo Bone Bustin Chi-Town Chicago Die Do hip-hop N.A.R.D. or rap Thugs
CHITOWN CLASSIC. Mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back (x2) Verse 1 Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door nigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz took a shot at the door, nigga you ain't know ain't no Art of that War, fuck war we can take it to the streets, muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet never ride alone cuz I roll one deep black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep in the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city it's a pity when you fuck with the Chi nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot an why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla cuz I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome infared beam an it see that your gone not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong mutha fucka wanna run up then it's on, lets go an you been up to some, no play I'ma catch you on yo off day hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap an yo style an yo life too ain't no tellin what we might do Rap-A-Lot muthafucka, an I'm down with the right crew an now I call for the right 2 split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic BOOM! did yo dawg an you like who switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon (Chorus x2) We some windaz, K-I-L-L, kill be killed (mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back) Verse 2 Nigga whats all that bluffin 'fo steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die, the whole C-H-I gonna roll so what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal disrespect the wrong town, clown step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill just gotta pull it, clone what an leave yo whole click get struck fuck around left Bone stuck, Bone fucked all your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work this CHI town cap peela hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute yo punk dont play so you better get a little nigga want war pack the ATF blast out yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch an shout right now from the Lexus fuck Bone cuz it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it stick it, stick it, bitch now what? Verse 3 I'm sick of all this bullshit watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it can't wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn't wanna be you an ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two my four-five gonna meet you, Bone thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck wit the CHI town armory hit 'em all when they come wit these caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3 come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be when you come here from that East 1999 for fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap an what you lookin for, you gonna find losin holes in my gold gat in full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh I know your high on green, you messed pass out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up cuz we blast y'all keep in wit the masters an I'm in it to win it, will I serve a bitch I'm my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this bitch (chorus x4) Verse 4 Better be remotivated wit a mack 10 masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion bullets crash we load them thangs so muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to pain well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain say my name, A to the muthafuckin K on that note nigga I close yo casket bastard that flower shit thats high an drastic supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to me that y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard our click to serve a bitch only CHI town niggaz do run it like this only CHI town niggaz do run it like this only CHI town niggaz do run it like this take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads we'll brake your souls, like Triple Darkness said we cold my 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip an leave yo whole crew sick my dick an you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one that all you bitches better dodge for life you want pocket, heres yo strap(strap) fo life(life) (chorus x4)
Akon- I'm So Paid ft. Lil Wayne (Lyrics)
- Durée: 3:27
- Notation: 5.00 (8 votes)
- Visites: 11643' favoriteCount='33
- Publié par: joshb32
Thématique: "Akon" [Producer] [Video Akon Aliaune Alison Director] Gil Green I'm Judd Lyrics music Paid Producer] rap Records So Thiam
Akon- I'm So Paid ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics: [Akon] rubbin' on that italian leather them Konvict jeans on ay yo Weezy you ready yea [Chorus] I get it in til the sun rise doin 90 in a 65 windows rolled down screamin out ay ay I'm I'm so paid number 1 hustler gettin' money why you wanna count my money I'm a hustler don't need nann one of y'all see I'm so paid I see police on the crooked I doin a 100 on Interstate ninety-fi' my shorty leanin, blastin that do or die pushin that motherfuckin wood cuz we certified got a system that'll beat and knock your wall off got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off got a bunch of goons hope they never call off and my snipers sittin on the roof already saw y'all ain't too much to put a strain on me thats the reason why I have to put the blame on me rather have them dolla' bills rain on me than to let them haters come and make a name off me thats why [Chorus] I get it in til the sun rise doin 90 in a 65 windows rolled down screamin out ay ay I'm I'm so paid number 1 hustler gettin' money why you wanna count my money I'm a hustler don't need nann one of y'all see I'm so paid I'm the boss it only takes 1 call for a driver to hit you up and drop you off thats all guess what I won't be takin that fall homie I got cake thats what I'm payin them for haha ain't that funny cuz niggas they want war but ain't got money cuz I seen them all talk until they start gunnin quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thang runnin yea Akon Weezy block oil holdin down Jersey Devon makin sure we gettin it up front my lil brother boo got that vision bake it [Chorus] I get it in til the sun rise doin 90 in a 65 windows rolled down screamin out ay ay I'm I'm so paid number 1 hustler gettin' money why you wanna count my money I'm a hustler don't need nann one of y'all see I'm so paid [Lil Wayne] I am, big money Weezy white wife beater with the sig underneath it how do I feel bitch I feel undefeated snap my fingers disappear from the precinct yea Im ballin we ball out thoughts of before until the ball bounce I see some niggas with guns at y'all house only to find out you live in a doll house damn but I thought you was tough don't we carry choppers on our necks call it cut throat we, bury powers on the set that they come from we, no magic turn we smoke the gun smoke we, bomb first when we ride you, in a hearse when you ride ay I put my shoes on baby and I'm holding down Young Mula baby thats why [Chorus] I get it in til the sun rise doin 90 in a 65 windows rolled down screamin out ay ay I'm I'm so paid number 1 hustler gettin' money why you wanna count my money I'm a hustler don't need nann one of y'all see I'm so paid
Aggro Berlin - Ansage 2 ( Unzensiert Uncut )
- Durée: 4:12
- Notation: 4.71 (1469 votes)
- Visites: 491678' favoriteCount='1184
- Publié par: XxBerlinUntergrundxX
Thématique: Aggro Ansage B-Tight Berlin Bitch Bushido Crime Drogen Ficken Fler Fotze Frauenarzt Hip Hop Rap Schlampe Sido Untergrund
Aggro Berlin - Ansage 2 Ich mach den Sekte Track, ich fick das Rapgeschäft. Du hast kein Flow, kein Text, Du kriegst den Rest Du Keck. Ich mach den Beat hart, heute heißt es ich und Du, komm mit Deiner Kindercrew, ich fick auf euer Interview! Yo wie findest Du es mir einen zu Blasen? Gibst Du unser Geld nicht, dann erzwinge ich mir meine Gage. Wenn wir in Deinem Arsch sind ist es nicht mein Problem, ich hab nichts mit Dir zu tun verpiss Dich aus meinem Leben! Die Drogen lassen Dich schweben, vielleicht bleiben sie kleben, doch Mama hat gesagt, wenns Dir gut geht, lass Dich gehen. Also Stunden lang an die Decke glotzen, manchmal kotzen, ich brauch mehr Sound ich muss näher an die Boxen! Man Sido kacke man, häng nicht so rum, alter, wir sind noch nicht fertig! Jetzt kommt die... Ansage Nummer 2, welches Label ist so geil? Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Wer hat immer noch sein Schwanz in deinem Loch? Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Wer signed dich nicht, weil du zu peinlich bist? Es ist: Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Sido, Bushido, B-Tight yeah... Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Ich bin cool auf der Aggro Tour und ziehe meine weiße Spur, Drücke dir mein Ding rein bis es nicht mehr geht und bleibe stur Ich übertreibe nur du kleine Mistgeburt, bist ein Inzestproject von Mutternatur! Was machst du nur, es liegt an dir das wir uns streiten! Was nicht heißen soll, das ich dafür nicht bereit bin! Ich pack die Flag aus, du dein Messer und ich kack drauf, steck es in mich rein damit ich weiß du kannst es auch! Welcher Schwanz hat es so drauf? Aggro Berlin bleibt ganz hart! Du hast die Angst im Bauch, ich übernehm den Schwarzmarkt! Du machst nur noch Punkrap, ich mach kein Funtrack, was kann ich dafür, wenn deine Stadt uns am Schwanz hängt? Ansage Nummer 2, welches Label ist so geil? Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Wer hat immer noch sein Schwanz in deinem Loch? Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Wer signed dich nicht, weil du zu peinlich bist? Es ist: Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Sido, Bushido, B-Tight yeah... Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Jetzt dreh die Scheiben runter und den Bass voll auf! Ich bin voll drauf, mein Koka sieht wie Gold aus! Wowereit du Schwuchtel könne mehr Geld verdienen, mit aufn Strich für Aggro denn Berlin gehört jetzt ihn! Du machst Sex auf deinen Knien, du hast keine Credibility! Du hörst unser Tape, aufeinmal sagst du ich will sein wie die! Jeder Trottel weiß du bistn Kind mit deinem Toynoob, bleib so wie du bist und mach mit Mama deine Boygroup! Du hast long Mut, doch ich fick auch deine Mutter, ihr seid alle kacke, ich komme und bleib im Takt! Scheiss auf die Haten (die, die Haten) ich bin drauf und ich geh ab, die Aggro Walze Nummer 2 macht alles platt! Ansage Nummer 2, welches Label ist so geil? Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Wer hat immer noch sein Schwanz in deinem Loch? Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Wer signed dich nicht, weil du zu peinlich bist? Es ist: Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin! Sido, Bushido, B-Tight yeah... Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin, Aggro Berlin!
2PAC- Wonda Why They Call U Bitch (Instrumental)
- Durée: 5:3
- Notation: 4.97 (107 votes)
- Visites: 126471' favoriteCount='358
- Publié par: mre2pac
Thématique: 2pac all bitch call deathrow eyez hip-hop life makaveli me mre2pac on rap snoop suge they thug tupac west wonda
Wonda Why They Call U Bitch (Instrumental) Lyrics..... "Wonder Why They Call U" [Chorus: 2Pac] You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. You wonda why they call U bitch You wonda why they call U bitch. [Verse One: 2Pac] Look here Miss Thang hate to salt your game but yous a money hungry woman and you need to change. In tha locker room all the homies do is laugh. High five's cuz anotha nigga played your ass. It was said you were sleeezy even easy sleepin around for what you need See it's your thang and you can shake it how you wanna. Give it up free or make your money on the corner. But don't be bad and play the game get mad and change. Then you wonda why these muthafuckas call you names. Still lookin' for a way out and that's OK I can see you wanna stray there's a way out. Keep your mind on your money, enroll in school. And as the years pass by you can show them fools. But you ain't tryin' to hear me cuz your stuck, you're headin' for the bathroom 'bout to get tossed up. Still lookin' for a rich man you dug a ditch, got your legs up tryin' to get rich. I love you like a sista but you need to switch and that's why they called U bitch, I betcha. [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] You leave your kids with your mama cuz your headin' for the club in a skin tight miniskirt lookin' for some love. Got them legs wide open while you're sittin' at the bar Talkin' to some nigga 'bout his car. I guess he said he had a Lexxxus, what's next? You headin' to his car for some sex I pass by can't hold back tears inside cuz, lord knows for years I tried. And all the other people on my block hate your guts Then you wonda why they stare and call you slut. It's like your mind don't understand you don't have to kill your dreams ploten' schemes on a man Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin' I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch and niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha. [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] I guess times gettin' hard even harder for you cuz, hey now, got a baby on the way now More money from the county and thanks to the welfare you're about to get your hair done. Got a dinner date can't be late trick or treat, sweet thang got anotha trick to meet. The way he did it it was smooth plottin' while he gamin' you So baby, peep tha rules. I shoulda seen it in the first case the worst case I shoulda never called you back in the first place. I remember back in high school baby you was fast straight sex and barely move your ass. But now things change cuz you don't look the same let the ghetto get the best of you baby, that's a shame Caught HIV and now you 'bout to be deceased and finally be in peace. So where your niggas at now cuz everybody left they stepped and left you on your own See I loved you like a sista but you died to quick And that's why we called U bitch, I betcha. [Chorus] [Outro: 2Pac] Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker keep stressen me fuckin' with a muthafucken mind I figured you wanted to know you know why we call them hos bitches and maybe this might help you understand it ain't personal strictly business baby strictly business So If you wonder why we call U bitch You wonder why we call U bitch If you wonder why we call U bitch You wonder why we call U bitch
Jonas Brothers - Burnin' Up, Itchy (Parody/ Joe Jonas)
- Durée: 4:38
- Notation: 4.85 (236 votes)
- Visites: 21749' favoriteCount='208
- Publié par: SUPEReeeGO
Thématique: bit brothers burnin burning eGO Joe jonas jonasbrothers little longer music official SupereeeGO up video
A Joe Jonas remix of Burnin' Up -Parody! "Burnin' UP ,Itchy!" (Watch in High Quality!) Lyrics by: eGO Rap by: Rick Carter Lyrics below: I'm hott, and they're not, that why i sing in the front. 'Cause they know i get hoe's I'm the sexy one, Yea im jo. -Chorus- I'm slipping into my tight pants, to show my package to my fans. i pull out to practice safe sex, But somethings burnin' up burnin up, OHH its itchy. (damn GIRL) Red dots Bleachy marks All over my private parts Bitch heel! what this i feel, this is an SOS, dont wanna second guess. -Chorus- I'm slipping into my tight pants, to show my package to my fans. i pull out to practice safe sex, But somethings burnin' up burnin' up, OHH its itchy. I walk in the room all I can see is her, (bitch!) It's so itcy now! I know she itches too... -Chorus- My voice keeps crackin when i sing, i need something that rhymes with the word sing, the boys like to stare and JOCK Because i have a big, oh big ... eGOOO! -Chorus- I'm slipping into my tight pants, to show my package to my fans. i pull out to practice safe sex, But somethings burnin' up burnin up, OHH its itchy. -Ricks rap- damn im burnin up in my pants tonite got me screamin loud (and thats not right) i aint tryna dance im tryna fight big rick is burnin ( and my pants are too tight) stop drop and roll down on the flo feels like im on fire and its burnin slow i give std's when im layin it down thats the reason my ladies want come back around -Chorus- I LOve slipping into my tight pants, to show my package to my fans. i pull out to practice safe sex, But somethings burnin' up burnin up, OHH its itchy. =)-eNJOY! -eGO
Star Wars gangsta rap 2 with Subtitles and Lyrics
- Durée: 2:29
- Notation: 4.89 (2087 votes)
- Visites: 524189' favoriteCount='5591
- Publié par: OdinEidolon89
Thématique: ben dark darth funny gangsta kenobi luke lyrics music rap side skywalker star subtitles vader video wars
Music by: Jason Brannon Editing by: Joshua Shreve Download page: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RDC7SK10 Star Wars gangsta rap lyrics: Admiral: This is Admiral Biatch to base camp, it seems the stormtroopers have gone on strike and I have no experience with this type of shit. Who should I call for help? Vader: It's the V to the A to the D-E-R (Vader!) Reconstructin' the Death Star! With my slick suede suit that's black like tar, Fucking you up no matter who you are! Palpatine: Tell them motherfuckers 'bout this here Dark Side! Pull up on your planet, Death Star drive-by! And we'll beat the Rebels 'cause their skills ain't shit! Vader: And in my TIE Fighter, Zig-zags stay lit! Yoda: Oh, shit! Yoda on the scene, 900 year fiend smoking Dagobah green! Bitches on my tip, like Lando on liquor. Lando: Ah, you're just jealous 'cause my black dick's thicker. Chewbacca: *Wookie yell* Lando: Yo! Tell 'em Chewie, last night I had Leia all drunk wanting to do me. Luke: Shut the fuck up man! Leia's my sister! The only thing you're getting is a beat-off blister. Ben Kenobi: Luke! Use the force before intercourse, but Luke! Don't forget! Bitches ain't nothing but hos and tricks! (Ohh!) Luke: Obi-Wan, I'm the top gun! (top gun) The chosen one, hotter than both suns! Vader ain't shit, his head's cut up and split! He's slower than the first Pentium chip! (Dark Side!) Vader: The one who brings remorse to this fucking universe. (Rebels!) Luke: You know we'll fucking win, 'cause we'll fight to the end! (Dark Side!) Palpatine: I can feel the anger dwelling within you! (Rebels!) Yoda: You also feel Vader's dick in you. BIATCH! *Incoherent Huttese Jabba rap* Han Solo: Jabba, you ain't nothing but a fat-ass slug! Fake gold chains? You sorry-ass thug! Sittin' in your palace with your blue-headed whore, trap door to the Rancor. *sound of someone falling* C3PO: Oh, my, goodness gracious me! I'm a gay man's golden fantasy! Programmed for homo-ecstasy, ten million forms of gay positioning. For my golden shower, you must pay a fee, but R2-D2 gives it up for free. *R2-d2 squeaks* R2-D2, watch your language! Always having sex with robotic strangers! Jar Jar Binks: Meesa like to drink and smoke all night! Meesa like to fight and fucka yo wife. Meesa no care 'cause meesa so dumb. Meesa will fuck you with me tongue. Yousa wants a meesa cause meesa wants some. Yousa wants a meesa cause meesa wants some. Yousa wants a meesa cause meesa wants some. Meesa wants some cause meesa wanna cum! Riconoscimenti per questo video: #28 - I video preferiti (in assoluto) - Video divertenti
Jay Z 99 Problems
- Durée: 4:21
- Notation: 4.75 (32 votes)
- Visites: 22475' favoriteCount='131
- Publié par: KevRep10k
Thématique: 99 hip-hop jay problems rap
Look In Here!! If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one [Verse One] I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics they say he's "Money Cash Hoes" I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward I got beef with radio if i don't play they show They don't play my hits i don't give a shit SO Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as, Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Chorus] 99 problems but the bitch aint one If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Verse Two] The year's '94 and my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm) Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay. Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case So I...pull over to the side of the road I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?" Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low? Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know Am I under arrest or should I gas em up? "Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' " "Liscense and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are" I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit "Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?" "Or somebody important or somethin'?" Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Chorus] 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one if you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one if you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Verse Three] Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motor bike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain And there I go trapped in the kit kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin again Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African All because this fool was harrasin' them Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems being a bitch ain't one. Hit me [Chorus X3] You're crazy for this one Rick It's your boy --------------------Z------------------- WOW!10,000 VIEWS!THANKS TO ALL WHO WATCHED IT! 15,000 VIEWS!I ACN'T BELIEVE IT!MY MOST VIEW VIDEO!
Ja rule - Lost little girl (+ Lyrics)
- Durée: 5:3
- Notation: 4.75 (48 votes)
- Visites: 28002' favoriteCount='27
- Publié par: toprule
Thématique: 3.36 ashanti baltimore black cadillac california charli child clue coast dj dmx east exodus girl gotti hip-hop inc irv is ja jay-z jennifer jlo khaled la last little lopez lost love lyrics mirror mpire murder music new pain r&b r.kelly r.u.l.e rap rule side tah temptation the toprule us vecci venni vetti vita west world york youb-a
Ja rule is so true niggaz...a real rap not fake like otherz n i mean with otherz dat pussy 50 and his g-unot ..cauz y all know dat ja rule is the best and he still now this the lyrics of dat great track "lost little girl" Lyrics (Ja Rule) Yeah, uh, Ja Rule uh uh uh Here to talk about the lost one It's a damn shame Fuckin Shakin that ass, Shakin that ass, yo, huh (Chorus: Ja Rule) Lost little girl I seen how love can turn to lust inside a Lost little girl I seen how pain can turn to trust within a Lost little girl She can get a man to do anything but she's a Lost little girl This sexy thing is only 17 and she's a Lost little girl (Verse 1: Ja Rule) I admit I get a lot of love from women It's only cause if i put that thug lovin in them It's hard as a mitten Gotta hit the club and bang out Song after song till I end up in the wrong route Tank top, sweat it out Where she's shakin that ass shakin that ass And got her breast pressed to the glass Strobe lights flashin That X is kickin in And I'm orderin the chrissy open bottles of ten On our stairway to heaven baby bring a friend we'll tie up some ends fuck in a stretch benz You know me I like it wet, rode slowly By the way baby, how old is you codie You lookin a little young to me And how many you had that girl on, two or three It's a damn shame But she coulda had the world And now she's nothing more than a (Chorus) (Verse 2: Ja Rule) Picture a little girl caught up in a world of confusion Pop was abusin one of gods children Can't wait for losin her soul is dead And she's feelin like her worth is between her legs She start fucking niggas and learn to show'em respect They a father figure she honor love and protect she ya down ass bitch One you could cuddle up and wile out with We call it thug love Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past But look here murder inc nigga bringin it back We got them stressed strung out beatin to be hung out Cry in their crib askin they selves why would i get involved with niggaz involved with killaz involved with dealers involved with niggaz that make millions She coulda had it all Including the world Now she's nothing more than a (Chorus) (Verse 3: Ja Rule) She can't deny that she aint livin her life right She got a man but her mans livin his own life With his wife and kids his crib and Bonnevilles The benz that only spins on them chromey wheels What has he done for you lately Only remind you of when them times a little bit harder A dick and hes crazy and will remind us And then he hit you with that one last promise You want it to be the truth so bad You lookin in his eyes and your cryin, sayin he aint lyin But you know he is But you're a glutton for punishment And you know pain is love So whats wrong with sufferin The hard times have past, the good times are comin (cumin) All over your chest baby thats how your lovin it And its sad cause you coulda had the world now your nothin but a (Chorus) Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl
50 cent - Candyshop
- Durée: 2:42
- Notation: 4.74 (346 votes)
- Visites: 52169' favoriteCount='189
- Publié par: KKKGroup
Thématique: 50 Bitch Candyshop Cent Famous Funny Hauska KKKGroup Man Parodia Parody Rap Rapper Stupid
50 cent-Candyshop Parody.. :D
Bushido Badewiese
- Durée: 3:57
- Notation: 4.83 (152 votes)
- Visites: 75930' favoriteCount='188
- Publié par: uzi9815
Thématique: Bushido
Heute ist nicht gestern, deutscher Rap verändert sich, schlecht für dich, deine Gang und noch diese andre Bitch, ich wär gern freundlich, doch ihr Opfer fuckt mich ab, ihr seid alle gegen Action, dann komm nicht in meine Stadt, es hat kein Zweck, ihr Opfer seid nur Scheißdreck, ich bin King Frank White, jetzt kack ich auf dein scheiß Tagg Es liegt nicht an mir, dass euer Rap nicht funktioniert, schau dich an und sag mir dann, bei euch ist nichts passiert, ihr könnt nichts außer mich zu kopier'n und zu labern, wir wollten uns treffen, doch ihr wart die, die nicht da war'n ihr dürft weiter nerven und so tun, als wärt ihr krass, gibt mir Gläser, ich scheiß rein, ihr Nutten trinkt es wie Wasser, (...) mein Rap ist Anti-Fake, dein Freund kann sich verpissen, ich bin cooler, ruler Rap, denn Kind Frank rappt Bitch straight auch ohne Netz, ihr wollt alle so sein wie wir, doch ihr seid hässlich, bitte nicht, es ist gut, denk nur weiter du wärst naSs, deine neuen Rhymes kommen direkt aus meinem Arsch Chorus 2x Ihr wollt (...) und (...), und euch an die Hände fassen, ich komm auf die Badewiese und sag „ihr seid alles Spasten", ich stehe vor deiner Schule und klatsch euch an die Wand, ihr seid weniger als wir, guter Rap ist arrogant Ihr lebt für Rap, dann könnt ich auch für mich sterben, ihr wollt Tracks nur mit Sinn, ihr wollt weg, doch wohin, Sonny Black, King Fickrap, sind mir den Blues, ihr wollt individuell sein, ihr seid alle schwul, vom Prinzip her, alle durch die Bank einfach behindert, ich verzichte auf Community und ficke deine Tanten, es sind die Straßen, die sagen, wie es läuft, ich bin Stress in deiner Runde, bin der Grund, warum du heulst, ihr toys, mach dich peinlich, du Schlampe es ist dein Spiel, du bist jetzt mein Feind, ich mach auf (...) und fick dich gleich, ich Frank White, die 1 in meiner Stadt, ich fick dich und euer Album mit nur einem coolen Satz, Spast, sag ich wäre arrogant, ich sag, ich bin der King ruhig, seit gestern (...) kommst du sowieso nicht hin, du bist nur ein Stricher, deine Mutter sind vier Männer, du bist cool in deiner Straße, ich bin King in 20 Ländern, ich diss dich nicht, dass die Leute mich jetzt kennen, sondern nur um dir zu zeigen, dass ich scheiß auf was du denkst
I GET IT - B.I.G (BITCH I GO)
- Durée: 4:48
- Notation: 4.44 (16 votes)
- Visites: 28591' favoriteCount='25
- Publié par: ngrrplz
Thématique: 4 area b.i.g bay bitch fillmore francisco get gigz go hyphy i it lil music productions ptip rap rappin roach san tay
Lil 4 Tay and Roach Gigz of B.I.G preforming their song "I Get It" live in Clearlake, Ca. 2007
Jacki-O VS Brisco Interview Pt.2 Calls DJ Khaled A Bitch
- Durée: 10:1
- Notation: 4.83 (54 votes)
- Visites: 32822' favoriteCount='82
- Publié par: mzwhathernametv
Thématique: baby birdman bitch brisco brown foxy girl hood im jacki-o khia lil me money trina tyga wayne young
so the story is on the set of lil wayne's video a milli ...... brisco threatened to slap the shit out of jacki-o with a wad of money in front of wayne birdman and any body else that fuck with em Jackie O Interview(Beef With Brisco)Prt 2*New* 08 Shit brisco Threatens To Smack Jackie O Florida rap femceez female rappers femcee lil kim nicki minaj foxy brown eve trina khia jean grae lil mama disrespect On The Set Of Lil Wayne's Video Shoot rap hiphop beef battle diss interview radio Neyo- Raps On A Milli (Possible Lil Wayne Diss?) june 6/21/08 08 Shit neyo a milli freestyle rap hiphop music beef battle diss rnb r&beef r&b possible chris brown diss cb young money Lil Wayne -A Milli Freestyle Remix (Freemix)*New*08 Shit neyo disses wayne lil wayne says fuck mixtape dj's dj empire rap hiphop lil wayne weezy a milli freestyle the carter 3 dahcarter3 Uncle Murda - A Milli Freestyle(Fabolous Diss)*08 Shit*NEW rap hiphop beef brooklyn new york Chris Brown A Milli Freestyle *New* 08 Shit Jay-Z- A Billi(A Milli Freestyle)*World Premeire RADIO RIP*08 Shit Lil Mama- A Milli Freestyle*New* 08 Shit FEMCEEZ shestillgotswag shegotswag Fabolous - A Milli Freestyle*08 Shit* Exclusive Trey Songz Hair Cut Pics*NEw* 08 Shit 2008 b.e.t awards bet rap city trina lil wayne diss rick ross and foxy brown engaged rhianna take a bow prince bow wow lil wayne performance chris brown ft ciara tpain lollipop lauren london college hill atl stomp the yard gillie da kid a milli lil wayne the carter 3 a milli Lil Wayne- I The Drought Is Over 1 2 3 4 5 the carter bird man cash money skull gang cant feel my face rap hiphop the carter 3 lollipop r.i.p static major a milli ft corey gunz nicki minaj the come up 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 young money beef battle diss new world premeire weezy bet awards
D.R.S. - Gangsta Lean
- Durée: 5:11
- Notation: 4.90 (542 votes)
- Visites: 200520' favoriteCount='2333
- Publié par: BadBoyKittyo
Thématique: D.R.S. Gangsta Lean
In the 1990s, countless R&B acts incorporated hip-hop, but not many of them used straight up gangsta rap. Meet D.R.S. (whose name stands for Dirty Rotten Scoundrels). Formed by Jail Bait (The Merciless), Deuce Deuce (The Shooter), Endo (The Shitstarter), Blunt (The Blunted) & Pic (The Bitch Killer), these scoundrels broke into the scene in 1993 with a huge hit called Gangsta Lean. Lean was not your typical Slow Jam. Instead of love, or sex (which seem to be the two main subjects of most Slow Jams), this song was about friends (or homies, as the song says) who pass away. Anyone who's ever lost someone they love can identify with Gangsta Lean, and the tune was one of the biggest R&B hits of the year. Besides Gangsta Lean, D.R.S. had no other radio hits off their debut CD, also entitled Gangsta Lean. Other notable Slow Jams on this CD include a cover of Prince's Do Me, Baby, but much of the time, the Los Angeles quintet doesn't sing about love or romance, but instead, gang violence, drug dealing, carjacking and other problems plaguing the inner city. Like Ice-T, 2Pac, or Ice Cube, D.R.S. embraces a first-person format and gives you the perspective of the gangbanger, the criminal or the thug which, of course, makes its violent accounts all the more disturbing. Gangsta Lean was among the most unique releases of 1993, but unfortunately, D.R.S.' experimentation didn't pay off commercially. It does pay off creatively, however, making Gangsta Lean a gem that's worth searching for.
Big L and Jay-Z - 7 Minute Freestyle (LYRICS)
- Durée: 7:8
- Notation: 4.85 (112 votes)
- Visites: 54978' favoriteCount='245
- Publié par: Beastaz
Thématique: big freestyle hip hip-hop hop jay-z minute old r.i.p. rap school true
Two oF ThA GrEaTeSt LyRiCiStS oF AlL TiMe R.I.P BIG L Big L'z LyRiCz Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning You see what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided Crimes are drug related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts For selling pounds of coke Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hotty stare I keep a shotty near It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm know to roast Until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most I'm leaving niggaz comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smoking dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed And got a hot lead face lift All through high school I had braids I kept mad blades Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak Cause my techniques great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound I'm from a whyle town You know my style clown, so bow down My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events Big L is the nigga you expect To catch wreck in any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probably got your mommy strung Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Guillianni hung Never had a gassed head Got loot cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead I stomp white cops till the life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time a mack eleven bucks I'm killing at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right So we can never be a couple hun Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum And clown emcee's I be attacking quick I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac And put the gat to his cap, click-clack Sorry jack but get up out of that My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate He didn't listen to what I was speakin He started reaching So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking
I LOVE MY BITCH PHONK SYCKE VIDEO REMIX
- Durée: 5:7
- Notation: 4.55 (78 votes)
- Visites: 54527' favoriteCount='117
- Publié par: PHONKSYCKE
Thématique: BITCH BUSTA COOL DIG EVER HIP HOP IT LOOK LOVE MY NEW PEOPLE PHONK RAP REMIX RHYMES SOLO SYCKE VIDEO WHAT
SAME VIDEO BUT ANOTHER SONG CHECK IT OUT YO I DID THE BEAT ON SATURDAY MIXED IT AND PUT IT ON YOU TUBE ON SUNDAY SO IT CANNOT BE FRESHER THEN THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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