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salut a tous:P
moi je suis tres gentil et j'aime pas
les trou de cul fac on discute pas:O
je veut de commentaires dans mes photos et videos merci a tous XD bonne visite
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# Posté le samedi 28 février 2009 15:31
blood gang
rien a dire ce just malade :| BLOOD GANG
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# Posté le jeudi 15 janvier 2009 17:43
moi pi ma soeur
1993, o mundo começou
Pelo menos pra mim
E a minha história reduzida
É mais ou menos assim:
Nascido em Sao Paulo
Morador de interlagos
Desde pequeno acostumado a
subir ladeira
me lembro muito bem
dos meus tempos de moleque
que sempre passava as férias
no final do 77
Padre Miguel sempre 10 na bateria
saudoso Mestre André
sempre soube o que queria
futebol na rua F ou no campo de baixo
Você sabe
Meu tio gentil era um esculacho
Andava pelas ruas vestindo o meu bate bola
Se tu passasse em minha frente
Era melhor tu sair fora
Carnaval de rua perigoso e divertido
Mas passei por tudo isso
Entre mortos e feridos
Graças ao meu pai
O pessoal da tramela
Sérgio Cabrito meu padrinho
Não dava trégua
Lembra do Cassino Bangu
De vez em quando eu ia lá
Curtir um funk, ver a mulherada rebolar
Kool and the gang, gap band,
outro mestre, James Brown
Era só alegria
Não tinha pau
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Do jeito que eu fui
E que eu sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Que nem a parteira falou
No Andaraí, Grajaú o bicho pegava mais
Quando pichava muro
Sempre tinha um correndo atrás
Carlos Peixe, meu camarada
De vez em quando no piche
Outras na baforada
Vida de moleque sempre sangue bom
Calote no ônibus
Pra ir à praia no verão
Pra ficar um pouco mais
Roubava no supermercado,foda-se
Pra mim isso nunca foi pecado
Sempre no Maraca vendo o Mengão jogar
Zico, Adílio, Júnior, fazendo a bola rolar
Como já dizia o hino, vou repetir com vocês
Uma vez sao paulo
sao paulo até morrer
Meu avô Peixoto deixou meu sangue tricolor
Me orgulho de ser paulista
Me orgulho de ser brasileiro
skate na veia, só quem tem
sabe como é que é a sensação
e o poder de dar um ollie-air
Campo Grande, Norte Shopping
Street no Mec
À noite Circo Voador
Show do De Falla e um Domec
Vender Camisa na 13 de Maio
Na situação show no Garage
Skunk, diversão de irmão
Grandmaster Flash, Afrika Bambaata
Planet Rock,
Rap, break, graffiti
Chegou o hip hop
Cantando a vida
Mas vista de um outro lado
Não é apologia cumpadi
Não adianta ficar bolado
Entenda se a minha rima
Não te faz rir
minha Apologia parcero sai daqui.
Eu vim pra zoar
Fazer barulho
Falar um pouco de mulher
Skate, som, bagulho
Sempre ligado, sempre sabendo o que quer
Sempre bom da cabeça, nunca doente do pé
Eu vou levando a vida
É, juro que vou
Só no sapato, sempre sendo o que sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Do jeito que eu fui
E que eu sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Que nem a parteira falou
Agora saiu o flow
Brasileiro, Carioca
Marcelo D2 na área
Se derrubar, é pênalti
Valeu.
Pelo menos pra mim
E a minha história reduzida
É mais ou menos assim:
Nascido em Sao Paulo
Morador de interlagos
Desde pequeno acostumado a
subir ladeira
me lembro muito bem
dos meus tempos de moleque
que sempre passava as férias
no final do 77
Padre Miguel sempre 10 na bateria
saudoso Mestre André
sempre soube o que queria
futebol na rua F ou no campo de baixo
Você sabe
Meu tio gentil era um esculacho
Andava pelas ruas vestindo o meu bate bola
Se tu passasse em minha frente
Era melhor tu sair fora
Carnaval de rua perigoso e divertido
Mas passei por tudo isso
Entre mortos e feridos
Graças ao meu pai
O pessoal da tramela
Sérgio Cabrito meu padrinho
Não dava trégua
Lembra do Cassino Bangu
De vez em quando eu ia lá
Curtir um funk, ver a mulherada rebolar
Kool and the gang, gap band,
outro mestre, James Brown
Era só alegria
Não tinha pau
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Do jeito que eu fui
E que eu sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Que nem a parteira falou
No Andaraí, Grajaú o bicho pegava mais
Quando pichava muro
Sempre tinha um correndo atrás
Carlos Peixe, meu camarada
De vez em quando no piche
Outras na baforada
Vida de moleque sempre sangue bom
Calote no ônibus
Pra ir à praia no verão
Pra ficar um pouco mais
Roubava no supermercado,foda-se
Pra mim isso nunca foi pecado
Sempre no Maraca vendo o Mengão jogar
Zico, Adílio, Júnior, fazendo a bola rolar
Como já dizia o hino, vou repetir com vocês
Uma vez sao paulo
sao paulo até morrer
Meu avô Peixoto deixou meu sangue tricolor
Me orgulho de ser paulista
Me orgulho de ser brasileiro
skate na veia, só quem tem
sabe como é que é a sensação
e o poder de dar um ollie-air
Campo Grande, Norte Shopping
Street no Mec
À noite Circo Voador
Show do De Falla e um Domec
Vender Camisa na 13 de Maio
Na situação show no Garage
Skunk, diversão de irmão
Grandmaster Flash, Afrika Bambaata
Planet Rock,
Rap, break, graffiti
Chegou o hip hop
Cantando a vida
Mas vista de um outro lado
Não é apologia cumpadi
Não adianta ficar bolado
Entenda se a minha rima
Não te faz rir
minha Apologia parcero sai daqui.
Eu vim pra zoar
Fazer barulho
Falar um pouco de mulher
Skate, som, bagulho
Sempre ligado, sempre sabendo o que quer
Sempre bom da cabeça, nunca doente do pé
Eu vou levando a vida
É, juro que vou
Só no sapato, sempre sendo o que sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Do jeito que eu fui
E que eu sou
Eu quero ver
Se tu é homem mané
Que nem a parteira falou
Agora saiu o flow
Brasileiro, Carioca
Marcelo D2 na área
Se derrubar, é pênalti
Valeu.
# Posté le lundi 05 janvier 2009 21:37
Modifié le vendredi 06 mars 2009 13:53
nice
rien a dire
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# Posté le mardi 30 décembre 2008 14:09
moi encore
:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:DD:D:D:D:D:DD:D:D:DD: rien a dit! ;)
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# Posté le lundi 29 décembre 2008 13:16
I'm so so
ce moi ;) ..............regarde pas le bordel derrier moi!:P:P
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# Posté le lundi 29 décembre 2008 13:14
moi pi ma soeur
ce photo on a faite en noel ce vraiment hut 'ai l'air d'un souel lol
mais cette vraiment hot cette jour la!!
mais cette vraiment hot cette jour la!!
# Posté le samedi 27 décembre 2008 13:32
pimp my Ride
CE MON PROGRAMME DE TV FAVORI DE L'HISTOIRE JE CAPOTE DANS CETTE EMISSION LA!!:o EST VRAIMENT HOTTTTTTTTTTTT
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# Posté le jeudi 25 décembre 2008 15:26
xzibittttttt
[X] Pssh, man I need a lighter man
[E] Right here
[X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim?
[E] What's crackin?
[X] Hit this shit
[E] Ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today
[X] Psh, is that right?
[E] What is it with motherfuckers thinkin that..
[E] {*SIGH*} because we're in the spotlight or whatever that..
[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[E] and that we won't retaliate
[X] Protect my motherfuckin self, by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E] Right?
[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
[E] Right here
[X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim?
[E] What's crackin?
[X] Hit this shit
[E] Ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today
[X] Psh, is that right?
[E] What is it with motherfuckers thinkin that..
[E] {*SIGH*} because we're in the spotlight or whatever that..
[E] they can do or say whatever they want to us
[E] and that we won't retaliate
[X] Protect my motherfuckin self, by ANY
[both] MEANS, NECESSARY
[E] Right?
[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
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# Posté le jeudi 25 décembre 2008 15:12
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