Express feat. Kame - Touche pas à ma weed ...
- Durée: 4:26
- Notation: 5.00 (4 votes)
- Visites: 8223' favoriteCount='17
- Publié par: KAMEailito
Thématique: express express19 français indé kame maka marijuana omegaz rap seume weed
Bientot dispo chez toute les bons disquaires ... Instru d' Agala ...
Ärsenik Feat RZA - Shaolin / 6 eme chaudron
- Durée: 5:5
- Notation: 4.56 (16 votes)
- Visites: 13283' favoriteCount='42
- Publié par: Rms1210
Thématique: 95 arsenik banlieue fr hiphop inedit rap rza shaolin tang us wu
Comments ... [Intro: RZA] OK (6eme) Yo check this out Yo from the Temple of Shaolin This shit is 6eme Chaudron Bobby blastin live, come come come come come Bobby Digi Digi, yo throw the gems Yo throw the vets sound in son We gonna blast these in the niggas one time BOODOODOODOODOO Digital, Digital Bobby, Bobby, Bobby Digital (Arsenik) So check this shit out son Digital.. [RZA] Bob Digital, the Arsenik, tragic rap combo Bangin on ya head like bongos, BOODOO-BOODOO Shaolin and my niggas from Congo Zaire, West indees, Senegal burn like Arnold Schwarzenager, too me Vegas was the orchestrator Pull the loop from his screw-based computer data For you analog cats, yes we remain loco Wu-Tang sounds is stranded and gone gogo You smell the weed stench, my fat twelve-inch You can't comprehend, I'll explain it in french I make friends de la club with cross beats and cross guns I may pawn with the big tits and cinquente long Ecoutez to the Bobby Digi shit And Arsenik, you fuck around you get ya wig split You repair, I restress, "sentir" la flavor And sometimes I rap a francais In US rap, you get smacked off the map And attacked by the black gat, you can't adapt Pssshh.. [Chorus x2: RZA] Come come come, Shaolin 6eme Chaudron You get blast by the black gun, gun [Calbo] Oui...l'sixieme ..shh Shaolin, Arsenik, Wu! Le boxon au box-office on fout l'souk, avec les mots nous boxons Les forces, pousser l'carosse comme a sept cas [?] on fait ce qu'avant nous d'autres paires n'osaient p'tetre pas [?] apres tous, voudront tous, chauffer le goudron s'refaire les dents, plus perdre de temps dans leur chaudron la merde et reste scalpes de tests, paquets de vestes bleues planques tous des rescapes, des blocks smoke, la vie s'moque de nous des stocks de fous stockent et stoppent sa toc chez nous partout les Crrrris *Ahouuu* les Crrrrises Ahouuu ca craint et j'crains, l'pire est a venir, icI c'est "marche ou ...[uzi shots] rage de vaincre trop d'crasses ecrasees, pouah les chiens s'fachent crachent leur haine, s'calent et guettent leurs proies ca ..., a 100.000 lieux sous la merde, j'emmerde les systemes le 6 meme suffit pour qu'j'm'demerdes, ouais... [Chorus x4] [Lino] Stoppe les chichis, icI ShoSho a Shaolin, Chochottes - en ligne venimeux style, sur la colline et frise le pollen v'la les tueuses abeilles africaines, on prend l'fric ken du flic, nique la haine ken, j'la joue a la citizen.. kane planques-toI quand viens l'eclipse "Kept" ton male clebs, ton aura, tes putains d'biceps rap doom doom a temp-toom, souris pas, j'seme mon vecu pourris mon truc dans les teum teum, j'suis ne au rayon boom boom tchak ! j'fumes le chour [?], chaque jour que Dieu fait nous on l'dit meme aux sourds, mec le combat j'suis pour - por car m'obliger dans un bled pur porc faut s'attendre au pire, aux peres, ou ca pue dans la fosse ou ils grillaient nos fils la chaines aux mics, aux petes explosifs, mon rap engrene les fils on sait d'ou on vient et ou on va, le Wu et le Secteur A...rsenik et Bobby, qu'on rappe c'qu'on vit [Chorus x4] [RZA] Yo, yo, yo.. Venez voir to my Wu heaven bitch, you get smoked Bonjour to Marcia, who cop the deep throat Rhyme boss stomp ground with Azale Then floss the block with the black puncho or grey Porsche With the Wu-Tang logo, C-a-l-b-o L-i-n-o, je m'appelle Bobby Digital I'm universal while you dick cats who stay commercial And Francois , you can't fuck with Secteur A Rzarector, all praises due Allah And given birth to the sun, moon and the stars Mighty Wu-Tang sword, invincible {*sword slashes*} You better watch Bobby Digital in Stereo Mind power, get drunk, climb the Eiffel Tower Arsenik, push the truck, diesel, Eddie Bauer [Chorus x4: w/ variations] [Outro: RZA (Lino)] (Ouais.....98 , 99......Shaolin 6eme Chaudron, et tu le sais) BOODOODOODOO.. Word up, Bobby Digital Digital Digital Word up, my man Calbo and Lino, Arsenik Brang you tremendous tragic hip-hop In Francois, francais.. chk-chk Blastin through ya radio station Secteur A, Shaolin, Wu-Tang Forever What? You can't comprehend You analog derelict ass mothafucka One, one, one.. come come come Word up (Ouais, comme ca.....6eme Chaudron a Shaolin Negro)
Booba - Boulbi
- Durée: 4:6
- Notation: 4.26 (35 votes)
- Visites: 25240' favoriteCount='37
- Publié par: Komball54
Thématique: 92 B2oba Booba Boulbi de Français Hauts Rap Seine
Bordel, quand on rentre sur la piste On est venu tizer, claquer du biff Pas d'embrouilles man, pas de litige Sinon ça va saigner est-ce que tu piges ? Hauts de seine, majeur en l'air sur la piste Mc gardez la pêche, vous n'êtes pas sur la liste C'est pas la rue mais l'être humain qui m'attriste Comment leur faire confiance, ils ont tué le christ. Les rappeurs m'envient Sont tous en galère, un jour de mon salaire C'est leur assurance vie, ohhh J'suis pas dans le game pour l'état tass J'suis là depuis Adidas frais comme Elis Nastas Emploi bizarre avec mon BEP vente J'suis condamné au mic à la vente de susbtances bizarres Manque de pot j'ai pris la vie dans mes bras, ahh Je l'ai serré si fort je lui ai cassé le dos, anhhhh Devinez qui mène la barre? J'suis rodave, mon rap s'est laissé pousser la barbe Faites du bruit pour le rap sa mise à mort B.O en chair et en os, en chaine et en or. Bordel, quand on rentre sur la piste On est venu tizer, claqué du biff Pas d'embrouilles man, pas de litige Sinon ça va saigner est-ce que tu piges ? A l'aise, j'prends deux, trois, quatre, 06 On va t'péter le coxis à 3 parce-que t'es trop balaize C'est le bon son de boulbil Mythomans sont les fans, accroupis sont les groupies Ceci n'est pas pour les mineurs J'arrive de l'ouest en C.L.S, Ddes morceaux d'fesses de C.R.S sous les spineurs Déposé dans la street par une cigogne J'en ai déjà la trique, venez me teste que je rigole Muet comme un rap mort, libéré à tort, petit prince du hardcore J'démarre au quart comme un raptor J'suis tatoué, j'vais mourir avec Un flingue dans la cervelle, j'me nourris avec L'Etat fait tout pour nous oublier Si j'traine en bas de chez toi, j'fais chuté le prix de l'immobilier Ouai mec, bidon d'essence, allumettes Tu vois pas clair sans mon fusil à lunette ? J'fais plus de biff qu'au tiercé Caliméro se plaint moins, la coquille percée Crac, music, grosse dose dès le départ Mc toi et moi, trop d'choses qui nous séparent. Bordel, quand on rentre sur la piste On est venu tizer, claqué du biff Pas d'embrouilles man, pas de litige Sinon ça va saigner est-ce que tu piges ? A l'aise, j'prends deux, trois, quatre, 06 On va t'péter le coxis à 3 parce-que t'es trop balaize C'est le bon son de boulbil Mythomans sont les fans, accroupis sont les groupies Boulogne, Aubervilliers, Garges Les Gonesses Grillé les flics et les putains me reconnaissent Ne me tente pas, j'aime trop l'osseille pour être honnête J'suis venu vous giffler, dédicace à ??? Vient faire un tour dans gamoss gamoss 22 pouces, chrome, vamoss vamoss Millionnaire, comme dirait Abdel Hakim Il y'a qu'un pas entre le concessionnaire et le car-jaking Majeur en l'air sur la piste M.c gardez la pêche, vous n'êtes pas sur la liste C'est pas la rue mais l'être humain qui m'attriste Comment leur faire confiance, ils ont tué le christ Bordel, quand on rentre sur la piste On est venu tizer, claqué du biff Pas d'embrouilles man, pas de litige Sinon ça va saigner est-ce que tu piges ? A l'aise, j' prends deux, trois, quatre, 06 On va t' péter le coxis à 3 parce-que t'es trop balaize C'est le bon son de boulbil Mythomans sont les fans, accroupis sont les groupies
lil wayne-pussy money weed
- Durée: 5:28
- Notation: 4.56 (9 votes)
- Visites: 8696' favoriteCount='17
- Publié par: hittle090607
Thématique: carter da hip hop lil money music pussy rap wayne weed
lil wayne
Dr.Dre ft. Snoop Dogg - Still Dre (official)
- Durée: 4:51
- Notation: 4.89 (270 votes)
- Visites: 141192' favoriteCount='709
- Publié par: DaBest1002
Thématique: 2001 aftermath chronic D.R.E. Dogg Doggy Dr. Dre emin hip-hop music pop r&b rap Snoop Still world
Still D.R.E. [Snoop] Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, right? [Dr. Dre] Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day, A.K. Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? My last album was "The Chronic" They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on pace [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still Chorus: [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E [Repeat 2x] Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematic In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E [Chorus] It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world (Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless [Chorus x1.5] [Snoop] Like that, right back up in ya '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky A little weed, put it in the air For you's a fool D.R.
Daz Bee - The night of the MUMMY
- Durée: 3:15
- Notation: ( votes)
- Visites:
- Publié par: DazBee69
Thématique: at batley butterfly caught cool crazy dont dopey drunk england entertainment funny guitar home horrorcore hurt icp insane juggalo juggle knife leeds machete mc mistake pot Potshot rap risky scream sharp strange stunt stupid switchblade this throw try twiztid uk weed weird wicked wild wilton xxx
this is what happens when you steal a big roll off thousands of stickers on turn a very hairy friend into a mummy... the best part is listning to him scream like a girl as we rip them off... Priceless
Krayzie Bone - Rare Songs pt 1
- Durée: 9:47
- Notation: 5.00 (16 votes)
- Visites: 4904' favoriteCount='48
- Publié par: BluntRola
Thématique: awsome bizzy bone cool harmony hip-hop krayzie layzie leathaface master medley mix pop r&b rap rare soul thugs weed zig
some rare verses from the master
Bob Marely- Jamming
- Durée: 4:3
- Notation: 4.93 (29 votes)
- Visites: 20530' favoriteCount='82
- Publié par: 34745
Thématique: alternative blues bob classical country electronic folk hip-hop indie jamming jazz marley music pop pot r&b rap reggae religious rock smoker soul unsigned weed world
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Cypress Hill - I Wanna Get High
- Durée: 2:59
- Notation: 4.77 (118 votes)
- Visites: 90277' favoriteCount='343
- Publié par: matt4cc
Thématique: Cannabis Cultivation Cypress Drugs Ganja Hashish Herb Hill Homegrown Hydroponics Marijuana Po Puff Sensi Skunk THC Weed
Cypress Hill - I Wanna Get High Cypress Hill is a prominent rap music group (formed in 1988), which has sold 17 million records around the world. It is composed of members B-Real (Louis Freese or Freeze, Mexican/Cuban), Sen Dog (Senen Reyes, Afro-Cuban), DJ Muggs (Lawrence Muggerud, Italian-American) and, since 1994, percussionist Eric Bobo. The name Cypress Hill refers to the place where the first members of the band have lived, who grew up mostly in Cypress Avenue in South Gate, Los Angeles. It also refers to a graveyard (where cypress trees grow) as an element of the "Gangsta Rap ideology." One aspect of their popularity is their commitment to the legalization of cannabis consumption.
The Weed Song - Bone thugs and harmony
- Durée: 4:5
- Notation: 4.83 (172 votes)
- Visites: 104831' favoriteCount='548
- Publié par: FeisalKB
Thématique: and Bone harmony r&b R'n'b rap song thugs weed
The Weed Song - Bone thugs and harmony. "Weed Song" [Krayzie Bone] Take me Higher, higher, baby Can you feel it?? (feel it, feel it, feel it) Do you feel the same weed high that I feel?? Cause I'm so high (reefer makes you feel that way) And I feeling so right Roll (roll), let's smoke, I got to get high I been high since the last song (off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la) And I just been smokin' and smokin' Smoke another blunt, roll another up You know that weed can really ease your mind Every time I smoke good reefer that indo high makes me fly If everybody smoked a blunt, relieve the mind, the world could be a better place If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted Toked out (out, out out), smoked out (out, out, out), Choked out (out, out, out), pull another O (out, out, out) Let's get P-O-D-ded (P-O-D-ded, P-O-D-ded) [Chorus (Bizzy Bone):] The weed can't get no better (no better baby) [Bizzy Bone] 20 dollar hollars, all day, everyday Come around my way, you gone want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make we wait, stay awake, fake sleep, got the weed between the sheets Catch me, Mary J. blessed me Open up the dime, stimulate your mind, slide my thumb up the blunt Open up and what you'll find in there (you don't really want) I never been in High Times (I never been in High Times) I never been in High Times but can you tell me that I've been so high all my life Am I high enough (am I high enough) Am I high enough (am I high enough) [Wish Bone] I remember being a little thug Weed, really didn't know what it was Then I took a puff and I realized I should always stay high The weed (the weed), makes me feel alright (alright) If you feel like I feel, I got half on yo dime If you got weed smoke it, I'm a real weed smoker If it's mine then I would since it's yours you could, you should If I ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga huh, please think of me Cause you know I nigga like to get high (high), high and free Smokin' all night, feelin' all right Bone Thugs get high, so high High, high, all night, high, high So high [Flesh-N-Bone] Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my my my my I know you wonder why I do it. Love the sky And I soar up so high This mornin' I was in my bed Bangin' and ringin' inside my head I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night I got P-O-Ded instead So please don't go away, that's all I got to say Is I gotta have you Mary J Such a heavenly feelin' I get when I'm taking fat ass blunts to the brain Oh darlin' I'm going insane, and I really wish we can Kick it at home in America, like it was on in Amsterdam You heard enough, you heard it all, nothin' but a, a really thug nigga Nothin' less than a killa, I'm out in front makin' my scrilla I'm happy to know , the slide is the ball, and kick as strong as me Be rippin' the bong like me, can hit it as long as me [Layzie Bone] And when I need to free my mind I can find, satisfaction in a bag of weed Everything I need, leave it to the trees It can make me feel better, and every day I wake Niggas rollin' up blunts, and mo blunts, and mo blunts And I keep a case of Swisher Sweets in the trunk So when I'm rollin', smokin', chokin', just floatin' Through the city in my drop top Glock cocked, rollin', just rollin' Me and Mary Jane It's my world, it's my thang The way she penetrates my brain Buddah, done blessed me with game Good game, you wanna chop it up, we can kick it, smoke a fatty to the dome Nigga lay high, thugged out, smokin', all, night, long [Chorus 'til fade]
50 cent - patiently Waiting Instrumental Ft. Eminem (lyrics)
- Durée: 3:32
- Notation: 4.67 (39 votes)
- Visites: 23790' favoriteCount='40
- Publié par: lb50centinstrumental
Thématique: 50 beat buster cent eminem game hip-hop instrumental lil lyrics patiently pop r&b rap rhymes soul the waiting wayne
Download rap beats @ ( http://www.Lbeats.com ) 50 cent patiently waiting instrumental beat lyrics eminem hip-hop pop r&b rap soul the game, buster rhymes, lil wayne Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I.. I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rode on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sit in politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even got to try to shine God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swings swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source'll quote it When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Eminem] You've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm As you layin' on the table they operatin to save you It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it Shit basically they just playin sick They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryin to confuse you When I let loose wit this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I gettin through to you? You know what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot Sprinkle a little BIG L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children in nuclear showers There's nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty [Chorus 1X] [50 Cent] It's a Gang Squad here, and the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty Don't holla my name You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth Cause I'll break yo face Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the Jake You goin gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey I'm down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in '94, We don't love them hoes" I got pennies for my thoughts now I'm rich See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes Mother Fucker
Snoop and Dr.Dre in BFME
- Durée: 8:10
- Notation: 4.62 (13 votes)
- Visites: 14240' favoriteCount='51
- Publié par: Vinaoo13
Thématique: black dogg dr dr. dre fucking hip hop rap sex show smoke snoop tour video weed
Best Fucking Movie Ever...
Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg - Still D.R.E.
- Durée: 4:50
- Notation: 4.54 (13 votes)
- Visites: 9717' favoriteCount='21
- Publié par: XxXStAnDbYXxX
Thématique: dogg dr.dre dre hip hop rap snoop still
lyrics: [Snoop] Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin with ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, Andre? [Dr. Dre] Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga? My last album was "The Chronic" (nigga) They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho) Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (fo life) Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still Chorus: [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x) Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E Chorus It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless Chorus 3X [Snoop] Right back up in ya motherfucking ass '95 plus four pennies! Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Oh you's a fool D.R.
Breaking News Scar face Is Snitchin On Rappers#Exclusive#
- Durée: 10:24
- Notation: 3.50 (20 votes)
- Visites: 24629' favoriteCount='19
- Publié par: BlackSprem
Thématique: 50 cent cocane face game hip hop jay lil lot rap scar troy weed
Scarface Ghetto Boys is Snitching
Cabron ft Iony - Terorista
- Durée: 3:58
- Notation: 4.82 (22 votes)
- Visites: 14809' favoriteCount='22
- Publié par: raszvwann
Thématique: bug cabron clip codu dizzy familia feat hip hop iony la mafia marijuana ombladon penal Peste puya rap romania shobby shoby sisu Strict tataee tot uzzy video
Cabron ft Iony - Terorista
Busta Rhymes - Give me Some More
- Durée: 2:50
- Notation: 4.56 (50 votes)
- Visites: 22725' favoriteCount='86
- Publié par: THEG5
Thématique: - Busta Give hip hiphop hop me More music rap Rhymes Some video videos
Yeah As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib Fell down, and I bumped my head Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head I said "Yeah" So then they said "Oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em'?" I said "Yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest" Knowing as a shorty, I was always told That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest I gotta be the greatest myself C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon Yeah nigga what, what a surprise Get ya sumn', make a nigga close both of your eyes All my niggas gettin' money capitalize Die little small guy, we on the rise Everything a nigga touch platinumize Fully equipped, you know we come wit' all the supplies Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size You fuck wit' any of my Flipmode family ties Me and my niggaz be comin' through stalkin' you out Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about See you in the club, now we walkin' you out Shoulda' thought twice 'fo you went and opened your mouth Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin' Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin' Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames! [Chorus:] Y'all niggas had enough? Gimme some more Y'all niggas want the wild shit? Gimme some more Yo Spliff where the weed at? Gimme some more I know ya'll niggas need that Gimme some more Even though we getting money you can Gimme some more With the cars and the big crib Gimme some more Everybody spread love Gimme some more If you want it let me hear you say Gimme some more Flash with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ash Runnin' with my money son go out with a blast Do what you want, a nigga's cuttin' the corner You fuckin' up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a bitch Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you Make a little room for me and all my niggas to pass through Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit What with all my niggas from around the way shit When I come through you niggas know I do my thing Bring more shit that generate money, chi-ching Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom I'm comin' soon hit you with a boom gimme some room! [Chorus] Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme Hope you niggas know we comin' through full steam Can't see you better turn on your high beam All my niggas while I'm ringing the sireen Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team Never should you ever try to fuck wit' my cream I O.D when my shit get all in your bloodstream Everytime we be rippin' it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around Like it's when me and my people run through your town Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown Ay, yo! All my people need to come and surround A nigga be hittin' so much it make you fall on the ground Sure to make you shout that's what I be all about Turnin' you out makin' all you niggas fall out! [Chorus]
Maddwest's Ghetto Rangers: Enter The Cronic Ranger Ep1 (2)
- Durée: 9:10
- Notation: 4.63 (43 votes)
- Visites: 11207' favoriteCount='79
- Publié par: KEITHCOURAGE2010
Thématique: blood crip cronic dr dre evil Ghetto green Jeezy my myway naztradamix Power Rangers rap sisqo way weed with young
Tommy A.K.A. Sisqo Has moved to Angel Grove to sell his latest Cd. He entered a Martial Arts Compatition and met 5 Teens that are Gang members (Except the Token White Girl). But Big Rita, Gold Jeezy: The Birdman, and the rest of the goons have other plans to turn Sisqo into "The Dragon", A r&B Sensation and Huge Weed Smoker. Can the Ghetto Rangers Stop Rita and Save Sisqo?
Bizarre - Rap Guys
- Durée: 4:12
- Notation: 4.62 (34 votes)
- Visites: 19144' favoriteCount='38
- Publié par: D12mpic
Thématique: Attack D-12 D12 EP Hush of Shady Weirdos
Track #1 from Bizarre's "Attack of the Weirdos" EP released back in 1997. This is one of my favorite Bizarre [solo] songs. Here are the lyrics: This guy is crazy This guy is a weirdo Outsidaz, what you wanna do This is the gang im in Outsidaz, comin to you Lord have mercy for any rapper that showed up First it was Oklahoma now its your house im blowin up Cuz im quick to butt fuck yo moms And fuck a nine Bizarre's shootin nuclear bombs Think about it before you diss me on a track I hang with niggas that just got out and ready to go back Bizarre making wack crews fold Me and Bill Clinton wanna bust in hoes that only 14 years old (shes young) Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies Tie you up and beat you worse the L L Cool J's daddy This is a crime that even Mc Gruff couldnt solve Chew dog and its not you niggas is what leavin in __ You don fucked around and gotta get a fix Ya'll niggas in trouble cuz I done fucked around and hit a six Who the fuck is ya'll wack niggas ignoring Put me in a room full of murderers they be dead by the mornin [2x] Rap guys - liten to me Listen to me rap guys Diss Bizarre you die We can do this like men Or talk it out real right Or do it my way and drive by later on tonite Break in your house hang your sister by her shirt Bury her in the dirt, wait for you moms to get home from work Id a killed so many M.C's I cant count the number Niggas writin me letters say "I know what you did last summer" One rapper tested me and though I was a punk And i aint seen his body since I threw it out of my trunk Fuck around and throw your ass in the lake And never be found like my high school prom date Bizarre stick ill, shoot vein in my fathers vein And watch a nigga die like Sugar Hill I'm sicker the a transvestite gettin fucked by a paraplegic I say dumb shit when im weeded Your girl sucked me, bitch you better duck me Or fuck around end up room mates with Mike Hutley [3x] Rap guys - liten to me Listen to me, rap guys Diss Bizarre you die I be watchin shows from here to Chi town Tell your boys this his last day im shuttin this block down Im the type a guy come to your stage show and BOO you Tell you you can use my sample And two weeks later i'll screw you Diss me on your stage show Diss my while you high But aint no garauntee youll make it out this bitch fuckin alive I got weed and drinks and some fuckin slut Fuck her in the butt, burn her back with hot cigarette butts Quick to throw the fuckin nine up My crew gets more dirty looks then Queen Latifa in a police line up Dont wind up like your boy name Romer Have your parents wondering when your ass is comin out this coma Smell the aroma when my crew hits the stage Somebody stop this machine in a rage Fuck your girl disrespect her then i teck her Bizarre 98 bitch federation records [2x] Rap guys - liten to me Listen to me rap guys Diss Bizarre you die
Snipet Vidas EFE YEROM 02
- Durée: 6:30
- Notation: ( votes)
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- Publié par: FYERO
Thématique: baile brothers caribean club corrupcion cuba dancehall efe electro enfaxix españa fyerom gusta hip hop latin latina latino life madrid mamas manzzini me papas player producciones rap reggae rnb smokin smoking snipet spain spanish test vidas weed yerom
01 INTRO feat. Simo producido por: Phone Prods 02 SPANISH PLAYER producido por: Victor Bondjale 03 ME GUSTA producido por: Phone Prods 04 A NADIE IMPORTA feat. Dakaneh producido por: Phone Prods 05 EN ESTE BAILE producido por: Phone Prods 06 SMOKIN WEED producido por: Phone Prods 07 INTERLUDIO FUMANDO WEED feat, Enfermo y Kabbo0 producido por: Phone Prods 08 DRAMA producido por: Phone Prods 09 TEST producido por: Phone Prods 10 MISMO IDIOMA feat. XCese producido por: Victor Bondjale 11 CIUDAD DE ENGAÑO producido por: Phone Prods 12 MAMAS AND THE PAPAS producido por: I.B.E (Chocolate City) 13 ELEKTRIKA feat. Phone producido por: Phone Prods 14 PROCURO NO QUEMARME producido por: I.B.E (Chocolate City) 15 LUZ feat. Dakaneh producido por: Victor Bondjale 16 TIRO feat Banton, Dakaneh, Black Bee, XCese y Kra Martinez producido por: Victor Bondjale 17 CORRUPCION producido por: Phone Prods 18 VIDAS producido por: Victor Bondjale
Afroman - In Your Pussy
- Durée: 8:55
- Notation: 5.00 (19 votes)
- Visites: 7661' favoriteCount='47
- Publié par: JDCauti0n
Thématique: Afroman In Pussy Rap Weed Your
Afroman In Your Pussy Album - Waiting to Inhale Enjoy
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