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SETH GUEKO NEOCHROME HEIN MON ZINCOU RAP FRANCAIS 2007

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  • Publié par: ST1KTEUR

Thématique: DE  forain  francais  GITAN  GUEKO  HEIN  live  MANOUCHE  MON  musique  NEOCHROME  PATATE  RAP  RUE  SETH  SNATCH  street  u2f  ZINCOU 

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http://macro1290.skyrock.com | 25g Seth Gueko Cabochards RAP

  • Durée: 5:2
  • Notation: 4.85 (101 votes)
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  • Publié par: ST1KTEUR

Thématique: 2007  25g  aketo  barillet  caravane  de  forain  francais  gitan  grodash  gueko  manouche  neochrome  patate  plein  rap  seth  sinik 

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Nakk - Une chanson triste

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  • Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
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  • Publié par: Komball54

Thématique: chanson  français  Hall  Nakk  Neochrome  rap  Stars  triste  Une  Yonea 

Avant d'te mettre bien Assure toi de mettre bien les tiens Allô médecin? Je m'sens seul, comme un maître chien Quand j'rappe, moi, j'suis à donf Donc je simule pas Et toi, hein, qu'est-ce qu'tu veux qu'j'taffe? Arrête tu m'gonfles avec tes 6000 balles! Leur bac de mes deux Je l'ai eu, pour ma mère Elle était fière de moi Putain, vieux, t'aurais vu ses yeux Mais c'est zarbi, j'ai appris trop tard Car à l'école, j'ai pas trouvé ma branche, y'a trop d'arbres Les études, c'est pas bidon Mais j'ai fais un bide et dis donc Heureusement qu'dans l'rap, p'tit con, t'as un p'tit don Et j'suis pas bon dans l'gangsterisme Tu sais, les mains moites, pour braquer les banques c'est risqué Depuis qu'j'ai appris à compter Moi, refré, j'compte sur personne Donc, touche pas à mon bonheur, non, c'est ma conso perso Les bons et mauvais jours s'alternent J'ai pas le terme exact, mais à long terme Mais rêves finissent dans un charter Rester digne, c'est ça le combat Man, j't'ai dit: à chaque fois qu'c'est dur, ça veut dire que le diable fait salle comble J'suis un des seuls qui pas avaient de cash Dans mon coin, il pleuvait des parpaings Et j'etais un des seuls qui avaient pas de casque Donc j'doute Et j'redoute Les bonnes nouvelles Après tout, pour les coups de pute, chaque jour, c'est journée portes ouvertes J'suis chauve, me cherche pas des poux Frappe, j'm'en bats les couilles Ils ont essayé, demande leur, j'sens pas les coups On s'connait pas Qu'importe, j'ouvre mon coeur Me ferme pas ta porte. Pour l'heure, je fais en sorte de faire mon beurre Juste mon beurre J'ai eu un gros chèque, mais j'ai pas lu l'astérisque C'est facile de rester pauvre, mais que c'est dur de rester riche J'traque le bonheur où qu'il aille Le daron voulait pas qu'on est la même vie qu'il a eu Tu m'diras, ça ira, on s'battra comme l'IRA en Irlande Miracle! Même pauvres, y'a pas d'larmes sur nos guirlandes T'oublieras Pas d'leur dire qu'j'suis mort, les poings serrés Tu veux m'faire du tort Autant tordre le coup d'une girafe J'respire Avant qu'les piles s'usent Les p'tits jurent qu'ils restent libres Moi je les estime, malgré ce que dit l'juge J'suis un des seul qui ont jamais vu l'juge On sait jamais, mais que l'rap soit béni Comme cette nuit où j'ai vu l'jour Pourquoi c'putain d'bonheur est discret? Y'a pas de casseurs de vitres, ça existe pas Y'a que des mecs qui veulent exister Et dans ce match, non, y a pas de mi-temps J'comprend rien comme si Van Damme parlait avec le Gitan dans Snatch Leurs sucettes, ils vont les lécher Ils ont pris la fiance-con, ils vont voir la France, qu'on va leur laisser Note qu'on blague pas Prononce bien notre nom, pauvre con Tu savais pas qu'il faut un lion, pour tuer un autre lion? A qui je m'en prends ? Aux coupables Ho, frerot, fais pas semblant, j'sens bien qu'tu m'entends mais t'écoutes pas Chacun son rang J'aspire à ce que les têtes tombent Eux, c'est des has been Moi, j'ai du sang royal sur ma chemise Bon Dieu vite! Regarde c'qu'ils font Mon Dieu regarde dans quel monde je vis Marilyn Manson featuring Bon Jovi Moi j'me livre tu vois C'est pas énorme Toi, pleures un bon coup, ho! Un homme qui pleure pas, c'est pas un homme On s'fout d'tout et le coeur meurt Plus d'pouls Dites vous que beaucoup ont prit trop de coups comme Tina Turner Tu veux m'connaître mieux, vieux Ecoute mon disque Je marche toujours une main sur le coeur L'autre qui porte mon fils Avant je voyais rien comme Daredevil Mais on m'a trahi Maintenant, j'vois tout c'qui s'passe comme un laveur de vitres Ca va trop vite, trop vite Mets le frein à main, J't'explique, j'suis trop speed j'ai même pas foutu de refrain Man, j'suis mal barré Parait qu'j'suis enragé Taré, cerné, j'suis mal rasé comme les singes Et la chance, j'sais pas elle passe par où Mais j't'avoue qu'ça m'tourmente J'ai jamais fait de tournante Je fais tourner qu'la roue La rue, y a 2 cas Ceux qui y vivent, ceux qui en parlent J'l'ai quittée mais mon esprit habite à 2 pas Ici bas, rien n'est gratuit A part la mort, fils Pourquoi tes larmes glissent? Frérot, c'est même pas une chanson triste.

2Pac - I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (ReMix)

  • Durée: 5:36
  • Notation: 5.00 (19 votes)
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  • Publié par: ShoGunz1083

Thématique: 2Pac  Ghetto  Got  Heaven  If  Life  Makaveli  Music  Rap  Remix  Shakur  Thug  Tupac  Video  Wonder 

I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto Remix --- "I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Original and Hip-Hop Version)" [Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X)] I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit Talk much shit cause I never had shit I could remember being whupped in class And if I didn't pass mama whupped my ass Was it my fault papa didn't plan it out Broke out left me to be the man of the house I couldn't take it, had to make a profit Down the block, got a glock, and I clock grip Makin G's was my mission Movin enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and why must I sock a fella, just to live large like Rockefeller First you didn't give a fuck, but you're learnin now If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down God damn it's a motherfuckin riot Black people only hate police so don't try it If you're not from the town then don't pass through Cause some O.G. fools might blast you It ain't right but it's long overdue We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too I want G's so you label me a criminal And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life worth A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts And even when you take the shit Move counties get a lawyer you can shake the shit Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more It's been goin on for years, there's plenty more When they ask me, when will the violence cease? When your troops stop shootin niggaz down in the street Niggaz had enough time to make a difference Bear witness, own our own business Word to God cause it's hard tryin to make ends meet First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free so we loot, please don't shoot when you see I'm takin from the, cause for years they would take it from me Now the tables have turned around You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down And now Bush can't stop the hit Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah And for the first time everybody let go And the streets is death row, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it take to make this one better place, let's erase the wait state Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right Cause both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And though it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo' niggaz I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga Let the Lord judge the criminals If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [Chorus (to :27 from fade)] Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate (Soldier in the house) I wonder if heaven got a ghetto [4X to fade] --- Please comment, rate and subscribe 2 me if ya like it!

What You Got (Chipmunk Version) -- Colby O'Donis

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  • Notation: 4.73 (22 votes)
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  • Publié par: filipinosoccaplaya

Thématique: akon  alvin  and  chipmunk  chipmunks  colby  cute  filipinosoccaplaya  funny  good  got  great  hip-hop  idkmybffdave  music  odonis  r&b  rap  song  super  the  version  what  you 

heyyy... chipmunk song!!! love this song! its awesome! comment.. rate.. enjoy! Konvict, Konvict Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh (Verse 1:) Colby O'Donis I peeped you on the phone Just showin' off ya stones And notice that that pinky ring is bright enough baby I know you're not alone But I could just be wrong The way them fellas houndin' and sizin' you up baby (Hook:) And I like the way you take advantage of Every man you love I see, and I know your game girl But I don't mind if ya come and play with thugs Just don't talk too much I see, you're so cute you don't have to say a word Yeah those guys wanna come treat ya right Cause you're sweeter than apple pie Everything that you want you got Girl you know that you need to stop Most beautiful thing in sight Always takin' on the spotlight Always in the club lookin hot Girl you know that you need to stop (Chorus:) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Girl you know that you need to stop (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Girl you know that you need to stop (Eh) (Verse 2:) Colby O'Donis Girl I can tell you want something to love That's why you hold on to everything that pass you by Can't resist girl one can't lie Now tell if you are here for me Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right The way you move got me hypnotized (Hook:) The way you take advantage of Every man you love I see, and I know your game girl But I don't mind if ya come and play ya thug Just don't talk too much I see, you're so cute you don't have to say a word Yeah those guys wanna come treat ya right Cause you're sweeter than apple pie Everything that you want you got Girl you know that you need to stop Most beautiful thing in sight Always takin' on the spotlight Always in the club lookin hot Girl you know that you need to stop (Chorus:) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Girl you know that you need to stop(Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Oooh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Oooh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Oooh) Girl you know that you need to stop (Eh) (Verse 3:) Akon My eyes away from you girl when you get on the floor and do what you do And errbody wanna come back to that body the kind that remind something I'm like you Cuase your that type to drive a man crazy and snatch him away from his lady No matter how hard the man hold back he'll end up callin' you baby And they never really know what to do once you expose that thang you do Ya had him crawlin' on hands and knees and ya find a way to get him out that cheese And why ya thinkin' that you the only dude she off in the mall livin' off of you Lettin' errbody know she got you but now you feel like a fool (Hook:) Yeah those guys wanna come treat ya right Cause you're sweeter than apple pie Everything that you want you got Girl you know that you need to stop Most beautiful thing in sight Always takin' on the spotlight Always in the club lookin hot Girl you know that you need to stop (Chorus:) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Girl you know that you need to stop (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Always talkin' bout what you got (Eh) Girl you know that you need to stop (Eh)

The Gluey Brothers: Rio Vista DVD Trailer

  • Durée: 1:10
  • Notation: 5.00 (3 votes)
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  • Publié par: shootsean

Thématique: brothers  dvd  gluey  rio  vista 

We are pleased to offer the new Gluey Brothers DVD for purchase via Paypal. The price is $19.95 which includes shipping charges anywhere in the U.S. To order, please go here: http://museonline.net/glueybrothers.html The Gluey Brothers - Rio Vista- Visuals: Volume One is the first full length DVD released by the band. It features a number of live performances, including: "Donut Quota" / "Hashhouse Line" taken at the second ever Gluey Show at Kavanaughs 1992 "Freedom Rap" Lord Buckley Festival 1994 "Gluey Brothers Creep" Penn and Teller's Sin City Spectacular (Uncut) 1998 "Coffee Shop Tribute" / "Freedom Rap" SLO Brewery 1999 "Pinion Lurker" House of Love film shoot outtake 2000 "Do What You Love to Do" 14 Below 2001 "Weedman's Own" / Falcon Carson" Hollywood and Devine Show 2005 Music Videos: Walk Belly Cologne 1999 Donut Quota (Vintage) 1991 The Stabbing Trilogy Flash Animation 2005 The Orange Monster 2000 Donut Quota 2K 2000 Also included are a number of rare extras, plus a Gluey slideshow featuring photos spanning the entire career of the band and additional surprises. This is a limited edition run and each copy is numbered and hand signed in eco-friendly packaging. Here is a review from Steve Terrell: TERRELL'S TUNE-UP: GLUEY BROTHERS CREEP AGAIN A version of this was published in The Santa Fe New Mexican August 8, 2008 They were a mysterious explosion of comedy, kitsch, experimental theater, neo-Beat poetry, and pop culture run amok — backed by a supertight band navigating a turbulent sea of funk, hip-hop, metal, blues, tango, and whatever else floated by. They were funny and outrageous. They were insightful, often-poignant storytellers, celebrating hustlers, street people, burnouts, and even the occasional dental hygienist with love on her mind. Not only that, they were snazzy dressers — in a riot-at-the-Goodwill-store kind of way. Hands down, The Gluey Brothers were the most original band to ever call Santa Fe their home. The two frontmen, King Hummus (Logan Richards) and MC Tahini (Jim Goulden) disappeared around the turn of the century, ending up in California, where they continued the path of The Gluey. But they're back. (Actually Tahini has been living in Santa Fe for the last year or so, though Hummus remains in Los Angeles.) They've got a cool new DVD, Rio Vista: Visuals, Volume One, which features Gluey music videos, footage from live performances from 1994 to 2005, a documentary, an interview, and assorted weirdness. The DVD captures a big chunk of the old Gluey magic. There's the Brothers' 1998 national-television debut on Penn & Teller's Sin City Spectacular (a short-lived FX network series and that's no BS.) They do a seven-minute version of their signature tune and classic show opener, "Gluey Brothers Creep." One of my favorite Gluey Santa Fe songs is here — a 2000 live performance of "Piñon Lurker," a high-charged guitar boogie about a guy you shouldn't make eye contact with if you see him walking down Agua Fría. The DVD wouldn't be complete without "Coffee Shop Tribute," which features some of the Brothers' funniest, if most obscure, trivia references: "I saw Reuben Kincaid with a shoddy perm" is one of my favorite lines in contemporary music. Unfortunately, the song is abbreviated, coupled with a snatch of "Freedom Rap." Mark Sommerville created a surreal Flash cartoon for "Stabbing Trilogy (in Five Parts)." My favorite part is the talking-catfish segment. Lots of Gluey tunes would make great cartoons, so I hope to see more of these. In putting this together, Sean "Momma Bates" Browning reached way back in the Gluey archives. There are versions of "Donut Quota" and "Hash House Line" from the boys' second performance (in Van Nuys, California, 1992), when it was just Hummus and Tahini with a drum machine. The initial version of Rio Vista: Visuals, Volume One is a limited-edition run. Each copy is numbered and hand-signed.

Yocius VS. Beard boy rap battle

  • Durée: 2:34
  • Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
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  • Publié par: mikejoneswhox

Thématique: yocius 

yocius A.K.A. snatch fiend goes up against his next oppenent Chris kempinski A.K.A. Beard Boy

2Pac Ft. The Outlawz - Hit Em Up (Music Video) HD+Lyrics

  • Durée: 4:38
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  • Publié par: PSPSDVRmusic

Thématique: 2Pac  Music  Rap  Shakur  Tupac 

SUBSCRIBE 4 MORE!!! B-side How Do U Want It Released 4 June 1996 Format 12-inch single Recorded 1996 Genre Gangsta rap Label Death Row/Interscope Producer Johnny "J Intro: zeb I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) WEESSSSSSTTTTIIIIIDE!! Bad Boy killers (take money) You know the realest is niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (take money) Verse One: Tupac First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim WESTSIDE when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggas fuck for life Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules Little Caeser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young ass up, see you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streetz, so fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West side ride the night (haha) Bad Boys murdered on wax, and killed Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see... Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level I'ma let my lil homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!! Verse Two: Fatal Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poiseless gats attack when I'm servin ya spank the shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin block i'm running through nigga and, I'll smoking junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, petty sour I push packages every hour I hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a shermine Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me all you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me I'm a self-made millionaire Thug Livin outta prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha) Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha) Now its all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit em up Verse Four: Kadafi I'm from N-E-W Jerz., where plenty murders occurz No point to come, we bringin drama to all you heardz Local check the scenario, Little Caes' I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro' Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you popstars popped get dropped and mopped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Five: Edi Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell it to ya face u aint nuttin shit but a faker Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was bobbin off Nigga I hit em up

Gres Snatch - Dym

  • Durée: 2:36
  • Notation: 5.00 (8 votes)
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  • Publié par: Litoslav

Thématique: dym  gres  hip-hop  podziemie  polish  polskie  rap  snatch  underground 

http://lite-lite.blogspot.com Gres Snatch - Dym

Chamillionaire - Turn It Up Instrumental

  • Durée: 1:23
  • Notation: 5.00 (33 votes)
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  • Publié par: PhxSix0Two

Thématique: chamilitary  chamillionaire  instrumental  it  Rap  turn  up 

"Turn It Up" Lyrics Below........ [Chorus: Chamillionaire] I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. [Chamillionaire] Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it (Who that is??) That's the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it Couldnt snatch the game that's what they told me, so I'm provin it Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit Hittin never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high Because Chamillionaire's the anwser to the game like Allen I Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu errrwwwee lie So give the ladies what that want Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up) Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back, like DJ's do when they hear my track Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigggga (He's Baaack) You can't get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya Drop the biggest stat's ever so don't let that bbback hit ya [Chorus: Chamillionaire] I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. [Lil' Flip] When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain I got homies on the West who like to gangbang And I got homies on the East who do the same thang I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang 5 karot diamond chain vvs is in it mayne You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint We got that oomp spray, but it still stank You a lame so yo dame playin mind games Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe Niggaz talk shit untill I let that nine bang Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes [Chorus: Chamillionaire] I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. [Bridge: Chamillionaire] Heaaded to the baar (I'm headed to the baar) You know I'm V.I.P. (You know I'm vipee) And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin with a staar) You V.I.P. with mee (Chamillitary heey heey) [Chamillionaire] Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin it (Who That Is??) That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big Multi-colored diamonds got us shining They say our jewerly sick Houston got a problem and you don't want nuthin to do wit it (Do you kid?) I ain't think so I'm tippin slow Wen my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo sho Told me that she didnt care about my money Wasnt hearin it Looks can be deceving as Chamillion paint apperances You know how we do it at home of Screw and purple syrup is She got turned out quicker than my power steering did [Chorus: Chamillionaire] I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..

Uśpione miasto - Nie mam siły

  • Durée: 2:49
  • Notation: 4.50 (2 votes)
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  • Publié par: 92oloLDZ

Thématique: Afront  Anomalia  Dwa  Eudezet  Hip-Hop  Lilu  Milion  Nielegal  NTK  Panaceum  Pierwszy  Podziemie  Rap  Sławy  Underground  Wallesone  Widzew  Zeus  ŁDZ  Łódź 

Prod.: Snatch/skrecz.Dj Scream Txt.: Łańduch, Rado, Walles Album: "Pijany Funk" (sierpień 2006) Jest to pierwsza polska płyta poświęcona w całości piciu. Więcej na: www.uspionemiasto.prv.pl www.myspace.com/uspionemiasto www.myspace.com/dwaslawy

P.A Dollas LowKey Feat. Faith Blood in my eyes

  • Durée: 2:19
  • Notation: ( votes)
  • Visites: 35
  • Publié par: fit4kings215

Thématique: "AZ  "P.A  DOLLAS"  RAP"  TUCSON 

P.a Dollas and LowKey Feat. Faith Blood in my eyes . From Snatch Money vol.1

Shyamananda das - Sweet Prashadam Rap

  • Durée: 0:53
  • Notation: 5.00 (5 votes)
  • Visites: 1016' favoriteCount='2
  • Publié par: Syamananda108das

Thématique: bhajan  core  hard  hardcore  hare  hip  hop  krishna  paramadvaiti  sweden  vaishnava  vrinda 

Sweet Prasadam Rap -Confessions of a prasadam thief When it comes to sweets, I'll have one and then another one/ And then another one, and then I snatch your Gulabjamon/ Even if you're a sannyasi/ If you turn your back I'll drink up your lassi/ It feels like a déjà vu or a rerun/ The hundredth time that I steal all the shrikand/ blublublu blublu blablabla/ It's hard to rap with my mouth full of halava/ So I swallow it and go on with the frenzy/ Eat 1-0-8 laddus just to maintain this engine/ To eat simply wonderfuls is simply wonderful/ Prasad thief, you might think it's abominable/ But it's not a dramatic robbery/ I just come in peacefully and eat all your rabri/ Carefully perform prasada seva/ Until my eyes look like those of Mahadeva/

SETH GUEKO (NEOCHROME) - FILS DE JACQUES MES'

  • Durée: 4:15
  • Notation: 4.72 (256 votes)
  • Visites: 366194' favoriteCount='382
  • Publié par: neochromeprod

Thématique: barillet  by  cabochards  caravane  drive  fils  forain  gueko  hall  jacques  mesrine  mess  neochrome  patate  plein  rap  seth  stars 

http://www.neochrome-prod.com http://www.myspace.com/neochromeprod http://www.myspace.com/sethgueko "Fils de Jacques Mes'" est issu du street album "Patate de Forain" de Seth Gueko. La snatch mixtape "Drive-By en caravane" sera disponible le 22 Janvier 2008 via: http://www4.fnac.com/Shelf/article.aspx?PRID=2183440 Attention, édition limitée à 5 000 exemplaires seulement!! En ce moment, -50% sur les albums de Seth Gueko, à découvrir via: http://www3.fnac.com/search/quick.do?text=Seth+Gueko&category=all Collection Street Wear Néochrome: www.myspace.com/neochromewear

Xzibit ft. Eminem - Don't Approach Me

  • Durée: 4:38
  • Notation: 5.00 (9 votes)
  • Visites: 3640' favoriteCount='12
  • Publié par: LiLJAM3Z

Thématique: Approach  Don't  Dont  Eminem  hip-hop  Me  rap  Xzibit 

[Intro cut out - description was too long] [Chorus 2X: Eminem] Cause you don't know me, I don't know you So don't approach me, I won't approach you And don't insult me, I won't insult you Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do [Xzibit] Make no mistake, I'm the Golden State heavyweight Bein underrated gave me time to create it Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah) Packed up, moved out, started a new family So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up? FUCK THAT, this the fuckin thanks I get for tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down (upside down) cause you seein more support than I'm seein my child It's like.. [Eminem] .. everyday I wake up, another drama It's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karma If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her without these cameras in our faces like animals for your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulence up the avenue and catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts and what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun whether it's unloaded full or an un-registered one No bullets, you're so full of shit this clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it And don't give me no bullshit I'm not in the mood I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit Don't tell me bout the show business shit I know what this is, bitch [Chorus] [Xzibit] This ain't business, this is personal BITCH You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed I had a very FUCKED UP day, I'm needin this fiftTH Shuttin motherfuckers up like they pleadin the 5th Yo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah) Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yo'self I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla at the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now? Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch down Spit lines to split spines just to get mine Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine Sniff lines of coke, that's the only shit that make you dope Bitch-ass nigga that's droppin the soap Get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise-grip and turn til you motherfuckers tell me the right shit [Eminem] So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself a front door with twelve locks and have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox and everytime somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops? Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots and one in the chamber, gun in the waist and one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face? And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys in the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin n shit Or pullin up in my drive like I won't leap in your whip And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live so my address ends up on the internet again So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them that if someone comes to my crib, I'ma shove a gun in their ribs And reporters, blow it out of proportion "Oh, now he's pullin guns on his fans just for tryin to stand on his porch" And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like "Hey hi! You guys wants some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!" Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle and climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you It's not that I don't like you.. .. it's just that I'm not behind the mic I'm a person who's just like you

Mos Def - Hip Hop

  • Durée: 3:16
  • Notation: ( votes)
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  • Publié par: ak45hk93

Thématique: Def  Hip  Hop  Lyrics  Mos  Rap 

Mos Def - Hip Hop Mos Def's Best Song ever!!! Lyrics: You say one for the trebble, two for the time Come on y'all let's rock this! You say one for the trebble, two for the time Come on! Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape Now let it fall... (Hungh!!) My restlessness is my nemesis It's hard to really chill and sit still Committed to page, I write rhymes Sometimes won't finish for days Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature I mathematically add-minister Subtract the wack Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that (Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black, You know the motto Stay fluid even in staccato (Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow There's the hum, young man where you from Brooklyn number one Native son, speaking in the native tongue I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is) While you still try to follow where it is I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies Violently, silently Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips Used to speak the king's English But caught a rash on my lips So now my chat just like dis Long range from the base-line (switch) Move like an apparition Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW) Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape Putting food on your plate Many crews can relate Who choosing your fate (yo) We went from picking cotton To chain gang line chopping To Be-Bopping To Hip-Hopping Blues people got the blue chip stock option Invisible man, got the whole world watching (where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west, All over your map I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop Where you can either get paid or get shot When your product in stock The fair-weather friends flock When your chart position drop Then the phone calls.... Chill for a minute Let's see whoelse tops Snatch your shelf spot Don't gas yourself ock The industry just a better built cell block A long way from the shell tops And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...) [scratching] Hip Hop is prosecution evidence The out of court settlement Ad space for liquor Sick without benefits (hungh!) Luxury tenements choking the skyline It's low life getting tree-top high Here there's a back water remedy Bitter intent to memory A class E felony Facing the death penalty (hungh!) Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive Violently competitive, a school unacredited The break beats you get broken with on time and inappropriate Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it Medicine for loneliness Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy Propers to B-Boys getting busy The war-time snap shot The working man's jack-pot A two dollar snack box Sold beneath the crack spot Olympic spnosor of the black glock Gold medalist in the back shot From the sovereign state of the have-nots Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo) It's all city like phase two Hip Hop will simply amaze you Craze you, pay you Do whatever you say do But black, it can't save you

Burger King Bag Snatch

  • Durée: 3:36
  • Notation: 3.67 (3 votes)
  • Visites: 1217' favoriteCount='1
  • Publié par: jordanq101

Thématique: arbys  bag  bell  burger  fast  food  funny  jordanq101  king  mcdonalds  prank  rap  snatch  sports  steal  sweet  taco  wendys 

The greatest fast food prank ever. This video will leave you laughing for days. We snatch the bag leaving the worker shocked and ready to call the po-po (ho). Great for all ages.. Driver-- JQ... Filmer-- Critty... Bag Snatcher-- Cbowl...

Hip-hop rromanes Jomano Ghomano!

  • Durée: 3:26
  • Notation: ( votes)
  • Visites: 171
  • Publié par: zurdopunk27

Thématique: ghomano  gitano  gypsy  hip  hop  jomano  rap  romanes  snatch  ulises  venezuela 

Had nothing to do so i posted this song with a couple of pictures and video parts to make it a little bit more interesting The reasons of the flags are because im gypsy (tought i do not live with gypsys, unfortunely, kinda of a long story..), and i live in Venezuela, but also have Spanish descent The first video fragment it's from the movie SNACTH, were brat pitt plays the roll of a gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion, and the second fragment it's from the TV serie "Sindrome de Ulises" from Spain I don't really know the name of the song but if you want it just let me know or send me a private message or whatever, i'll gladly send it to you! Dios los bendiga a todos primos, cuidence, ashen devlesa! Special thanks to my friend Lolja for send it to me in the first place

Mixx$Out$Boiz - Presidential Kush (2007)

  • Durée: 4:18
  • Notation: 5.00 (1 votes)
  • Visites: 212' favoriteCount='2
  • Publié par: slugga843

Thématique: ASC  Bamm  Bino  Boiz  Boosie  Bow  Boy  Boys  Cashmoney  Charleston  Chucktown  Dino  Doughboy  Fatboy  Grime  Gucci  Guns  Hip  Hop  Hotboys  Jeezy  Juiceman  Lil  Ludacris  Mane  Mar  Marly  Mista  Mixx  MOB  Music  N-Famy  North  Out  Pachino  Rap  Records  Rick  Ross  Slime  Slugga  Snatch  Soulja  South  Taylor  Thrax  TI  Trill  Wayne  Webbie  Wow  Young 

Off Da 2007 Album Snatch Muzik!!!!

Wu-Tang Clan-Visionz

  • Durée: 3:10
  • Notation: 4.99 (85 votes)
  • Visites: 54500' favoriteCount='251
  • Publié par: UTWuTangClan

Thématique: 1998  man  method  rap  raw  real  tang  visionz  wu 

Wu-Tang Clan "Visionz" 1998 Wu-Tang Forever [Lyrics] [Method Man] Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Raekwon the Chef] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like [*long inhale*] [Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? [Inspectah Deck] Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in [*gun blast*]

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