Sté strausz - sté real 1994
- Durée: 3:46
- Notation: 5.00 (6 votes)
- Visites: 3598' favoriteCount='17
- Publié par: Groover187
Thématique: 1994 90's direkt dogg expression francais funk g-funk gfunk old rap real school snoop strausz Sté westcoast
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IAM - Le Feu
- Durée: 4:17
- Notation: 5.00 (9 votes)
- Visites: 4975' favoriteCount='23
- Publié par: iamintegrale
Thématique: 20 Akhenaton ans est Feu français Freeman IAM Imhotep intégrale Kephren Kheops lumière Mars Ombre Planète rap Shurik'n
Réalisé par Laurent Jeunnet 1994
IAM - Je danse le MIA
- Durée: 4:0
- Notation: 4.93 (14 votes)
- Visites: 4605' favoriteCount='33
- Publié par: iamintegrale
Thématique: 20 Akhenaton ans danse De français Freeman IAM Imhotep intégrale Je Kephren Kheops la le Mars MIA Planète rap Shurik'n
Réalisé par Michel Gondry 1994
Nas - It Ain't Hard To Tell
- Durée: 3:4
- Notation: 4.95 (2875 votes)
- Visites: 820747' favoriteCount='7912
- Publié par: kwe
Thématique: hip hop illmatic nas old rap school skool
Classic Nas vid from 1994. This is the one he blew it up with.
Lady Of Rage - Afro Puffs (Extended Version)
- Durée: 8:7
- Notation: 4.89 (72 votes)
- Visites: 23119' favoriteCount='212
- Publié par: Mrserge
Thématique: 1994 94 Afro Daz Deathrow Dogg Dr. Dre G-Funk hip hop Lady Of Puffs Rage rap Records Snoop Westcoast
Lady Of Rage - Afro Puffs Produced By: Dr. Dre & Daz Dillinger 1994 Deathrow Records.
House of Pain - Back from the Dead (1994)
- Durée: 3:30
- Notation: 4.20 (5 votes)
- Visites: 826' favoriteCount='2
- Publié par: SoulBrother330
Thématique: 1994 Back boy danny Dead everlast from hip-hop House of Pain rap the
Same as it ever was ´94
Tupac HIT EM UP with info
- Durée: 4:31
- Notation: 4.67 (12 votes)
- Visites: 3418' favoriteCount='12
- Publié par: Wpdlc94
Thématique: 2pac biggie em hit MUSIC rap side tupac up west
diss song by Tupac Shakur, featuring his rap group the Outlawz. It is the B-Side to the 1996 single "How Do U Want It".The song viciously insults several East Coast rappers, chiefly Tupac Shakur's enemy and former friend, The Notorious B.I.G.. "Hit 'Em Up" was produced by long-time collaborator Johnny J and samples "Don't Look Any Further" by Dennis Edwards. The first verse is performed by 2Pac, the second by Hussein Fatal, the third by 2Pac, The fourth by Yaki Kadafi & the fifth by E.D.I. Mean The phrase "take money", which is repeated throughout the song, is a satirical play on Junior M.A.F.I.A.'s then recent hit, "Get Money". Additionally, the "Don't Look Any Further" sample was also used in "Gettin' Money"; a remix of "Get Money". The chorus of "Hit 'Em Up" is a play on the chorus of Junior M.A.F.I.A's "Player's Anthem", which is itself an interpolation of the melody from Yellowman's "Zunguzung".[1] Mobb Deep and Chino XL were also targeted. Jay-Z was originally insulted in the song's lengthy outro - right before Shakur says: "Fuck you, die slow muthafucka, my fo-fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow!" - but Hussein Fatal of the Outlawz convinced Shakur that the Brooklyn rapper had been neutral and the insult was erased, leaving several seconds of silence in its absence in certain remade versions of the song. Total List of Targets * Mobb Deep, who Shakur claims stuck their noses in. * Biggie Smalls * Puff Daddy * Chino XL * Bad Boy, word for word, Tupac says "Fuck Bad Boy; as a staff, record label and as a mother fucking crew" * Lil Kim * Junior M.A.F.I.A. * Lil Cease Background to song A brutal diatribe, in "Hit 'Em Up" Shakur's venom was aimed at two other hip hop artists, primarily The Notorious B.I.G. and Sean "Puffy" Combs, who he believed had advance knowledge that he would be robbed and shot in a November 30, 1994 incident in New York City, but didn't warn him (and possibly played a role in the incident). By extension, Shakur also took aim at Combs' Bad Boy Records and B.I.G.'s associates Lil' Kim and Junior M.A.F.I.A..
Lunatic - Beat 2 Boul - Mo'vez Lang - Freestyle de 1994
- Durée: 7:8
- Notation: 4.85 (34 votes)
- Visites: 46836' favoriteCount='83
- Publié par: jurassic5
Thématique: 2 Ali Beat Booba boul Diam's Freestyle Lang Lim Lunatic Mac Mo'vez rap Sefyu Sniper Soprano Tandem Tyer
Voici un freestyle des Lunatic, Beat 2 Boul et Mo'vez Lang datant de 1994.
Above The Law - Black Superman 1994 Pomona Cali
- Durée: 4:35
- Notation: 4.89 (9 votes)
- Visites: 2560' favoriteCount='35
- Publié par: FuckaHoekiLLaHoe
Thématique: 1994 Above Black California G-Funk G-Rap KILLAHOE Law Pomona South Superman The Westcoast
http://killahoe.blogspot.com/2008/03/above-law-uncle-sams-curse-1994.html
Cypress Hill - I Wanna Get High
- Durée: 2:59
- Notation: 4.77 (118 votes)
- Visites: 89169' favoriteCount='336
- 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.
Havoc & Prodeje ft LV - Gz On The Move 1994 L.A.
- Durée: 4:11
- Notation: 4.71 (28 votes)
- Visites: 7269' favoriteCount='102
- Publié par: FuckaHoekiLLaHoe
Thématique: 1994 Angeles California G-Funk Gangsta Gz Havoc KILLAHOE Los LV Move On Prodeje Rap The
http://killahoe.blogspot.com/2008/03/havoc-prodeje-kickin-game-1994.html
Rappin 4 Tay - I'll Be Around
- Durée: 4:2
- Notation: 5.00 (12 votes)
- Visites: 1111' favoriteCount='9
- Publié par: ShamrockHipHop
Thématique: 4-Tay Area Around Bay Be Don't Feelin' Fight Filmore Frisco Hip Hop I'll Rap Rappin the Westcoast
Don't Fight the Feelin'!! (c)1994 Rag Top Records Regardless if I'm chillin backstage or on tour With my homie Young Fly even Al B. Sure Never hesitate to call me whenever I'm done Cause homie I'm real and I'm always true to my loved ones Too many wakes and funerals full of tears You say there's something on your mind well here I'm all ears Cause nobody thinking about the funk that you're choosin it A lot of my homies stuck in the pen for life for losin it Call up your folks you keep thinkin about home Recorder keeps a peep and there's a block on the phone And all of this is enough to make a brother's nerves bad Reminds me of a sitution that I once had Spent that spent this endless relentless tremendous women on my jock And don't nobody mindin business He say she say throwin salt about it And chooses to talk about you cause there's no one else to talk about Talk about the show and the flow and all the clout Then be real with yourself and talk about and turned it out It's not hard to compete when his name is poppin A scared man can never win that's why I stay clockin Fools be huffin and puffin don't wanna see me about nothin I'm down And if you ever need me Fly I'll be around (chorus- sampled from the Spinners "I'll Be Around) Whenever you call me I'll be there Whenever you want me I'll be there Whenever you need me I'll be there I'll be around (talking) Cause I'll be around you know I love you boy Life ain't based on peaches and cream This new generation lost a whole lot of dreams Future doctors, producers and mothers The list goes on but now we killin our brothers And if we killin our brothers that means we're killin our own kind These kids is watchin now it goes to their mind Rat tat a tat cause you got a gat Then they want a gat you livin like that? Moms ain't cookin she worked the week straight If anything she's the one that deserves a hot plate The ghetto the ghetto ain't nothin to dream about Tryin to get out now that's somethin to think about Fools might disagree but I'm a stay sucka free Now I'm so black so strong they can't fade me Blacks are blacks worst enemy there's still no remedy You got me for a grip do you call yourself kin of me? Jealousy envy I see it in your eyes Tell me what's wrong with seeing a black man rise I keep it funky it's pretty hard to miss it now is it explicit A message for the mind and the moral of statistics So I'm doin what we call a roll call Talkin about the ones who won't rap then take a downfall I spit the street life and then I go underground You silly it's called versatility and I'll be around (chorus) (Talking) Yeah all you bustas yeah I was down but I'll be around Things are gettin crucial you gotta exercise your mind Or learn about life before you're left behind But how you gonna get it right when you're not doin right When you get mad all you want is a gunfight This tension causes a gang of madness Now you want funk that results to sadness Sadness results to a lot of revenge And you're so called friends really ain't you're friends So how do you know who you're able to trust If you think about the past look what happened to us I never trust no one I only trust myself Or I would've been a victim like everyone else In friendship or hardship whenever you need me Just give me a call G I won't deceive thee These fools be shakin best believe they're fakin Just tryin to get a grip of all the money you're makin This ain't race a mind is a terrible thing to waste I drop the rap and J drops the bass To the flow cause ain't nobody get with Fo I'm a down young brother comin straight outta Frisco Droppin a message out of love to your town Love your brothers and sisters and I'll be around (chorus)
MC Solaar "Nouveau Western"
- Durée: 3:49
- Notation: 4.85 (116 votes)
- Visites: 54737' favoriteCount='358
- Publié par: BVMUndergroundHipHop
Thématique: BVM hip-hop jazz-rap MC music rap Solaar videos
The best and most popular French rapper, MC Solaar found success in America among fans of acid jazz and jazz-rap (if not the larger hip-hop community) after guesting on Guru's acclaimed Jazzmatazz project. His fluid phrasing makes up for his lack of English, and the production on his solo work (by DJ Jimmy Jay and Boom Bass of La Funk Mob) surpasses that of most of his hip-hop contemporaries. Born Claude M'Barali in Senegal, Solaar later moved to Paris and released his first single, "Bouge de La," in 1990. Two later tracks became French hits, prompting the release of his first album, Qui Seme le Vent Recolte le Tempo, in 1991. Introduced to the U.S. by way of two compilations (Tommy Boy's Planet Rap and Island's The Rebirth of Cool), MC Solaar recorded "Le Bien, Le Mal" for 1993's Jazzmatazz LP. His second album, Prose Combat, earned an American release on Cohiba by 1994. Paradisiaque followed in 1997, and Solaar returned a year later with a self-titled effort. La Tour de la Question appeared in 1999.
Nazion Sur - Joven hombre blanco (1994)
- Durée: 4:57
- Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
- Visites: 807' favoriteCount='6
- Publié par: JRinsanu
Thématique: escuela hip hop JRinsanu malaga Nazion rap sur sureño vieja
Nazion Sur - Joven hombre blanco Maqueta: /Con 40 de Fiebre/ (1994) La segunda maqueta de Nazión Sur es sin duda uno de los trabajos fundamentales del rap nacional, y como tal, a dÃa de hoy se sigue sosteniendo por encima de cualquier crÃtica o intento de descrédito. Este celebrado grupo, formado por Ray K, Mr. Kan, Secko, Total S y Elfo con el Sr. Narko en el scratch y la mezcla, nos brindó una auténtica lección de estilo y gusto musical en una cinta de la que se despacharon más de 1000 copias por todo el paÃs. Unos años después el grupo afrontó un importante cambio en sus filas y sonido para, poco a poco, ir dejando paso a otros proyectos. Tracks: 01- Intro (39 y subiendo) 02- Cien por cien 03- Corta la emisión 04- Malaka mafia 05- Jóven hombre blanco 06- Quién los vigila 07- En la Meca 08- LÃnea de fuego II 09- DÃas de buscavidas 10- Con 40 de fiebre 11- Qué latino 12- Con la 'S' de sureño 13- Pornophantasya 14- Son dÃas felices 15- Eeeeho! Nazion sur malaga rap hip hop vieja escuela sureño JRinsanu
Wu-Tang Clan-Da Mystery of Chessboxin'
- Durée: 4:54
- Notation: 4.86 (29 votes)
- Visites: 9564' favoriteCount='65
- Publié par: UTWuTangClan
Thématique: 1994 chessboxin clan da mystery of rap raw tang wu
Wu-Tang Clan "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" Enter the 36 Chambers 1994 [Lyrics] [Wu-Tang movie dialogue] The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible [Verse One: U-God] Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains [Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats [Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa [Chorus] [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah] Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!) [Verse Six: Masta Killa] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER [Chorus]
Paris - Outta My Life 1994 Frisco Bay Area
- Durée: 4:23
- Notation: 4.88 (8 votes)
- Visites: 2269' favoriteCount='29
- Publié par: FuckaHoekiLLaHoe
Thématique: 1994 Area Bay California Frisco G-Funk KILLAHOE Life My Outta Paris Rap SFC Westcoast
http://killahoe.blogspot.com/
COMMON Resurrection (1994) High Quality
- Durée: 4:7
- Notation: 5.00 (8 votes)
- Visites: 1925' favoriteCount='39
- Publié par: BoomBoxxMixtape
Thématique: 90s BOOMBOXX CHICAGO CLASSIC COMMON ERA GOLDEN HIGH HIP HOP I.D. MISTA NO QUALITY RAP RESURRECTION SINISTER
Common "Resurrection"(1994) In Stores Now: DJ RON & DJ SHUSTA "Boomboxx 1" Mixtape http://www.djron.net/archive/dj-ron-dj-shusta-boomboxx-1-2/
Potna Deuce - Dats My Potna 1994 Vallejo
- Durée: 4:29
- Notation: 5.00 (4 votes)
- Visites: 667' favoriteCount='7
- Publié par: FuckaHoekiLLaHoe
Thématique: 1994 Area Bay Dats Deuce G-Funk Gangsta KILLAHOE My Potna Rap Vallejo
http://killahoe.blogspot.com/
Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy (Remix) [With Lyrics]
- Durée: 3:12
- Notation: 4.33 (9 votes)
- Visites: 2896' favoriteCount='7
- Publié par: IvanMusic18
Thématique: 90s beat big biggie biggy coast east Hip-Hop hiphop new notorious ny produced Rap smalls underground york
Remix by Ivan Beat by Ivan Ready to Die 1994 Biggie Smalls Lyrics: [Verse One:] It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood It's all good [Chorus:] (Shyheim) From the projects, More juice than Tupac From the projects, More juice than Tupac [Verse Two:] I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good [Chorus:] (Shyheim) [Verse Three:] Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... [Chorus:] (Shyheim)
La La La Hey Hey (1994)
- Durée: 3:12
- Notation: 4.54 (13 votes)
- Visites: 5006' favoriteCount='18
- Publié par: theoutherebrothers
Thématique: brothers european eurorap hey hip hop house la outhere rap the
www.theoutherebrothers.com
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