Sex in the city 2 = trailer Hd

Alicia Keys love is my desease song and lyrics

When your gone it feels like,
My whole worlds gone with you
I thought love would be my cure
But now it's my disease
I try to act mature
But I'm a baby when you leave
How can I ever get used to being without you

(Yeah)

Baby, baby, baby, baby
Am I addicted
When I need you here all the time
And I'm not sure if this is healthy
Is it a sickness
Cos I feel like I'm losing my mind

And I know that there's no medicine
Nothing I can take, no remedy
Baby please stay

(Ohohoohh)
When your gone it feels like,
My whole worlds gone with you
I thought love would be my cure
But now it's my disease (my disease)
I try to act mature
But I'm a baby when you leave
How can I ever get used to being without you

Oh oh oh baby baby baby baby
I get a fever
Just the thought of you leaving my side
Ohohhhh
It's not the same till your back holding me
That's all I need

(Oh yeah)
When your gone it feels like (when your gone baby)
My whole worlds gone with you (gone with you)
I thought love would be my cure
But now it's my disease (my disease)
I try to act mature
But I'm a baby when you leave
How can I ever get used to being without you

Woahhwoah
Heres what I'm going through when your gone
Some serious symptoms of withdrawal
(Ohohoh)
So sick of turning in my bed
Waking up drenched in a cold sweat
(Ohohoh)
Lying here lonely for you
What am I suppose to do
When I'm stuck and I can't get enough of your lovvvee

Ohohohwoahhh baby

When your gone it feels like (when your gone baby)
My whole worlds gone with you (gone with you)
I thought love would be my cure
But now it's my disease (my disease)
I try to act mature
But I'm a baby when you leave
How can I ever get used to being without you

Eminem Drop the bomb on em

[Eminem]
Yeah boy,
better ring the alarm boy,
dem know its coming boy,

[Verse 1]
Oh my God, f-cking Bomboclat
I’m hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire,
tie a whore up with barbed wire, nothing but a broad boy,
I’m the real deal, and char-broiler on the bonfire
and Bon Voyage bitch, I’m like Chef Boyar-
-dee in this bitch; send a bomb to my moms lawyer
Im a problem for ya, boy you think your Tom Sawyer,
til I pull you out the f-cking story book and stomp on ya,
f-cking fictitional characters and fariytales,
prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris Wheels,
but it aint fiction its fact boy beware its real
them lyrics you wield equals zero to a hero’s shield
Mr fly by the seat of his pants parasail
or hit the trampoline bounce and grab a pair of stilts,
and I aint wearing zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no nada,
like your fa-da f-cking ya mada

[Chorus]
Drop the bomb on em,
please don’t drop the bomb on me,
shady please, please dont drop the bomb on me,
drop the bomb on them,
i dont want no dog gone beef,
see aint no reason to set the dogs on me,
Drop the bomb on em,
please don’t drop the bomb on me,
shady please, please dont drop the bomb on me,
Drop the bomb on em
I dont want no dog gone beef,
see aint no reason to set the dogs on me,

[Verse 2]
Boy, Im the real McCoy,
you little boys can’t even fill voids,
party’s over kids, kill the noise,
here come the killjoys,
me and Dre steel alloys,
the rap crown royals,
that scalp cowboys
now how that sound for ya
yeah boy you know we about to put it down for ya,
so kick your shoes off,
before you have a sound voyage,
and siyanara see ya f-ckers tommorow,
get some R and R and marinate in some marinara,
and have a coke and a smile, dont make me open a jar,
whip ass on ya, thats the last straw your hoping to draw,
yeah you fresher than most boy, I’m just doper than all boy,
I’m that boy boy, them boys them no up to par
I just show up go up to the stage and blow up the spot,
there aint no boy who can do what I do boy Im a star,
boy, I told you boy, Im a Soldier boy, Im DeShaun,
Holten in this B-tch, Im the Proof boy your a fraud,
I destroy you boy, f-ck around and blow ya to Sod
oh my God boy, you didn’t go there, no you did not,
I got a whole story board for you, boy your da plot,
your gettin got whether you try to avoid it or not,
apology not accepted boy, Detroit is a rock,
we get to beefing, aint no telling at what point it will stop,
all I got to do is point to the spot,
when the bomb drops boy does it drop,
and when it does boy there’s a problem,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Boy dont jinx yourself,
boy I’m Michael Spinks with the belt,
Stringer bell boy, my name rings bells for itself,
I’m sick as hell boy,
you better run and tell someone else,
Bringin hell boy, sing them telegrams and get dealt
and to that boy who done said it …,
who said he was better,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
i bet he never seen Freddie in a Black and red little sweater,
back better than ever,
the chedder shredder the grater the beef grinder
I’ll settle vendettas a little later,
giving haters incubators, think ya made a mistake,
by saying Shady was ghost, I ain’t even close to the gate
you bout a foot in the grave, stay put and behave
Im bout to turn this f-cking place to Beirut in a day
so hey wouldn’t you say Im the sh-t,
couldn’t agree with ya more fuel to say to my f-cking sh-t doesn’t stink,
shady f-cking aftermath boy the ship doesn’t sink it just floats int he f-cking water
til we fill up the tank,

[Chorus]
[End]



Read more: http://www.killerhiphop.com/eminem-drop-the-bomb-on-em-lyrics/#ixzz0Z2tgpEGu

Jaimee Grubs Voicemail Tiger Woods elin-nordegren

The Plot thickens in the Tiger woulds case. Us Weekly posted a voicemail allegedly left by Tiger Woods for his alleged mistress -- Jaimee Grubbs. And Jaimee says she has more, 300 text messages This news comes right after the alleged affair with Rachel. The Voicemail was posted earlier on TMZ



In the voice mail, a man says to Grubbs:

“Hey, it’s, uh, it’s Tiger. I need you to do me a huge favour. Um, can you please, uh, take your name off your phone. My wife went through my phone. And, uh, may be calling you. If you can, please take your name off that and, um, and what do you call it just have it as a number on the voice mail, just have it as your telephone number. That’s it, OK. You gotta do this for me. Huge. Quickly. All right. Bye.”

Rachel Uchitel now Jaimee Grubbs affair Tiger Woods

Jaimee Grubbs is "claiming she and the world's top golfer carried on a torrid 31-month affair - and that she has photos and 300 "racy" text messages to prove it.

This news comes to light after rumors have surfaced that Woods was involved with Rachel Uchitel


http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2009/12/01/2009-12-01_jaimee_grubbs.html

50 cent before i self destruct

50-Cent, super talented writting and directing this video...

unreal patches the horse brings owner a beer & takes phone calls

Michael Jordan Breaking Fiber Glass Board

Jordan vs Wilkins Slam Dunk Contest

50 talking about Jay Z and Beanie

Jay Z I can't get with that, lyrics and video

"Can't Get With That"

[Jay-Z]
Yeah!!
Check it, check it out
Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat

[Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)]

I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this

[Jay-Z]
Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down
More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be
Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body blows
Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios
I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it
No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress
Cause just around the corner beez the best player
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You better blow that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat
I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?
You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy
And we all gotta fall off, but you first G
I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6
While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits
Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Ha-hah
This how we do
All year round, this is how it goes down
Now check it out

I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash
Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so
my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for your mind
Two bone crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five
with a little help along, c'mon
Sacue Money defintly repesentin
Big Jaz in the house
Superman production type shit

Jay Z I cam

"Can't Get With That"

[Jay-Z]
Yeah!!
Check it, check it out
Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat

[Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)]

I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this

[Jay-Z]
Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down
More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be
Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z
Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body blows
Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios
I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it
No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress
Cause just around the corner beez the best player
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You better blow that shhhiiitt out
The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat
I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?
You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy
And we all gotta fall off, but you first G
I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell
before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6
While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits
Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Ha-hah
This how we do
All year round, this is how it goes down
Now check it out

I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds
So I bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough
How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def?
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash
Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so
my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for your mind
Two bone crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five
with a little help along, c'mon
Sacue Money defintly repesentin
Big Jaz in the house
Superman production type shit

Jay Z Death of Auto tunes final version video and lyrics

Jay-Z - D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune) Lyrics
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin
This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone
This ain’t for Itunes, this ain’t for sing-along
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain’t politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My rap’s don’t have melodies
This shit make jackers wanna go n commit felonies
Ah, get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn
I know we facin a recession
But the music yall makin gonna make it the great depression
Ah, or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men
Ah, ah.. nigga this just violent
This is death of autotune, ah moment of silence
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin….begin
Holdup, this ain’t a number 1 record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex n Mrs. C,
I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your blood clot crying
The kid the dog everybody dying
www.musicloversgroup.com
No lyin, your niggas’ jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight,
I might bring back Versace shades,
This ain’t for Z100
Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n’
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence…
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin
Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy… ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Get me foul to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singin too much,
Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too much
Ah, I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest n—a here?
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin’ bout how I be in the project all day
That sounds stupid to me,
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Yeah, just get violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin

boney m rasputin

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

Boney M, Rivers of Babylon lyrics

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By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.
When the wicked
Carried us away in captivity
Required from us a song
Now how shall we sing the lord's song in a strange land
When the wicked
Carried us away in captivity
Requiering of us a song
Now how shall we sing the lord's song in a strange land
Let the words of our mouth and the meditations of our heart
be acceptable in thy sight here tonight
Let the words of our mouth and the meditation of our hearts
be acceptable in thy sight here tonight
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.
By the rivers of Babylon (dark tears of Babylon)
there we sat down (You got to sing a song)
ye-eah we wept, (Sing a song of love)
when we remember Zion. (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
By the rivers of Babylon (Rough bits of Babylon)
there we sat down (You hear the people cry)
ye-eah we wept, (They need that ???)
when we remember Zion. (Ooh, have the power)

Fabolous & Jay Z

When The Money Goes Part 2 (ft. Jay-Z ) Lyrics

When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey

It Was All Good Just a Week Ago Shoe Box Full No Sneakers Tho, Just Moved In Its Been a Week Or So,Brand New Coupe So The Seat Could Go, White Bent Light Tint Ridin Like WTF Is An Indictment Spend Ten Thous For Excitement Thats How The Day Goes Thats How The Niqhts Went Louis Baqs Balenciagas the Ones Talked About By The Fashion Bloqqers, You Know Me Imma Murcielaga In The Same Lime Green As The Air Max Troggers, But If It Wasnt Here Will She Wanna Go You Dont Wanna Ask But You Wanna Know, Will My Baby Weather The Storm
Stick Around Till The Weather Is Warm Heyy

( Chorus ]
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey

She Like Shoppin But Never Trendy A Lil Gucci Maybe Fendi Island Hoppin The West Indies
Diddy Said Got Us All About The Benjis Key Tile Phelipe Chow Reservations We Could Sleep Now
Ask How Much I Dont Allow Such Pull A Am Ex(american express) Out Cha Reptile Clutch, But Who Knew That The Sky Get Cloudy I Bouqht her 4 rings, Didnt Think She'd Be Outty Huh The Games Over Seize My Range Rover Feds Said Somebody Gave My Name Over Now Im Inside Shes Outside What Should You Do? How About Ridee Guess Nothin Last Foreva I Thouqht We Could Watch These Clouds Pass Toqetha But Heyy

( Chorus ]
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey


You Cant Ride Big On Lil Rims You Wanna Do It Big You Need A Lil Kim Raise Ya Hand Hiqh
Look In The Man Eye I Dont Know Em Your Honor Cant Lie Money Comes Money Goes So You Need To Blow It Like A Runny Nose On A Lady Who Aint Turn 18O Place Noone Above Ya Sweet Sady Sun Stop Shinin She Neva Got Shady She Coulda Watch Them Box You In Like A Brady But She Stood Up.Like What Up! Its A Cold World Zip The Coat Put The Hood Up Thats Some Sick Shyt Thats A ill Bitch When You Dead Broke She Make You Feel Rich See Mama Your My Rhianna Pull The Umbrella When You See Drama Heyyy

( Chorus ]
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
When The Money Goes Will The Honeys Stay
When The Gray Skies Replace The Sunny Days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey

The Warning by Eminem: Eminem fires warning shots at Mariah Carey & Nick Cannon

People forget what Eminem's mastery is: He's a battle Emcee, battled hardened and not afraid... with the understanding of drama and strategy.... He also seems to need fresh beef protein in his diet to keep his craft strong...

Released on the Perez Hilton web site, Eminem launched a no gloves warning attack at Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon if he chooses to jump in

http://perezhilton.com/2009-07-30-eminem-hits-nick-mariah-hard-drops-massive-diss-track

The Warning by Eminem

Only reason I dissed you in the first place is because you denied seeing me
Now I'm pissed off
Sit back and relax homey, kick back and relax, grab a six pack while I kick s
Yeah Dre's sick track, perfect way to get back
Wanna hear something wick wack?
I got the exact same tattoo that's on Nick's back
I'm obsessed now
Oh gee, is that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee
Wow Mariah, I didn't expect her to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fu*ck up before I put all them phone calls out you
made to my house when you was wild n out before Nick
When you was on my di*ck and give you somethin to smile about
How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count
Better shut your lying mouth if you don't want Nick finding out
You probably think since it's been so long if i had something on you I
woulda did it by now
On the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session down and
sending it to mastering to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fu*ck I do
Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures?
However you prefer to do and goes for you too, Nick, you got
You think I'm scared of you?
You gonna ruin my career you better get one
Like I'ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cu*nt who made
me put up with her psycho ******* over 6 months and only spread her
legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say? I'm lucky? Tell the public that I was so
ugly that you had to be drunk to me?
Second base? What the fu*ck you tell Nick, punk?
In the second week we was dry humping. It's gotta count for something.
Listen, girly. Surely you don't want me to talk about how I nutted
early cos ejaculated early and bus all over your belly, and you almost
started hurling and said I was gross, go get a towel you're stomachs
curling. Or maybe you do.
But if I'm embarrassing me, I'm embarrassing you and don't you dare
say it isn't true.
As long as the song's getting airplay I'm dissing you.
I'm a hair away from getting carried away and getting sued.
I was gonna stop at 16. This is 32. This is 34 bars. We ain't even a
third of the way through.
*******, Slim. Mariah played you. Mariah who?
Oh did I say ”whore”, Nick? I meant a liar too.
Like I've been goin off on you all this time for no reason.
Girl you out ya alcholic mind. Check ya wine cellar. Look at all the
amounts of wine.
Like I sit around and think about you all the time.
I just think this is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme.
But it now i'm about to draw the line.
And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb.

I can describe areas of your house that you wouldn't find on an episode of Cribs
A blubba load ribs (?) so don't go opening your jibs cos every time
you do it's just another load of fibs
I ain't saying this shi*t again, ho. You know what it is.
It's a warning shot for before I blow up ya whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll release every fuck*ing thing I got
Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were tryin' to stick two CD's in the same spot
(Slim Shady ?????? I love you)
I love you too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo. Now what you say?
(It's nothing)
Guess what I'll do?
I'll refresh your memory when you said ”I want you”
Now should I keep going or should we call truce?
(You think you're cute, right? Hahaha)
You bet your sweet ******* I do
(I'm Mary Poppins, b)
And I'm Superman, mmm
(Mary P. Slim Shady)
Comin' at you
So if you'll still be my (babygirl)
Then I'll still be your (Superhero, Wilma M.)
Yeah, I'm right here
(You like this)
Nope. Not anymore, Dear.
It cuts like a (knife) when I tell ya get a (life)
But I'm movin on with mine
Nick, is that your (wife)
Well tell her to shut her mouth then I'll leave her alone
If she don't (sing this script?) then I'ma just keep goin
(I see Mary Ann. Mary Ann's saying ”cut the tape, cut the tape”. Knife!)

will Paula Abdul be leaving The American Idol

Their haven't been any confirmations for a return to American Idol. The other judges are still on the Bill... Maybe it's negotiation time or time to move on. It's said that host Ryan Seacrest has signed a Lebron James style deal of $45 mill to still wear the American Idol Jersey(suit). Simon Cowell still has a year remaining and Randy Jackson till 2011

Tour de France Stage 12 - Analysis

Beyonce - Sweet Dreams Video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbGV2_8Yqg4

Sweet Dreams lyrics
Songwriters: Butler, Richard Preston J; Jonsin, Jim; Knowles, Beyonce; Scheffer, James; Wilkins, Wayne;

Turn the lights on

Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?

Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)

My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

I mention you when I say my prayers
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy you're my temporary high

I wish that when I wake up you're there
To wrap your arms around me for real
And tell me you'll stay by side

Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)

My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

Tattoo your name across my heart so it will remain
Not even death can make us part
What kind of dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)

My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you

How they make love scences

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Michael Jackson, the way you make me feel - 1080P HD lyrics

Hee-Hee!
Ooh!
Go On Girl!
Aaow!

Hey Pretty Baby With The
High Heels On
You Give Me Fever
Like I've Never, Ever Known
You're Just A Product Of
Loveliness
I Like The Groove Of
Your Walk,
Your Talk, Your Dress
I Feel Your Fever
From Miles Around
I'll Pick You Up In My Car
And We'll Paint The Town
Just Kiss Me Baby
And Tell Me Twice
That You're The One For Me

The Way You Make Me Feel
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)

I Like The Feelin' You're
Givin' Me
Just Hold Me Baby And I'm
In Ecstasy
Oh I'll Be Workin' From Nine
To Five
To Buy You Things To Keep
You By My Side
I Never Felt So In Love Before
Just Promise Baby, You'll
Love Me Forevermore
I Swear I'm Keepin' You
Satisfied
'Cause You're The One For Me
The Way You Make Me Feel
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
Now Baby-Hee!
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone-
A-Acha-Acha
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
Acha-Ooh!

Go On Girl!
Go On! Hee! Hee! Aaow!
Go On Girl!

I Never Felt So In Love Before
Promise Baby, You'll Love Me
Forevermore
I Swear I'm Keepin' You
Satisfied
'Cause You're The One For
Me . . .

The Way You Make Me Feel
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
Now Baby-Hee!
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)

The Way You Make Me Feel
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
Now Baby-Hee!
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)

Ain't Nobody's Business,
Ain't Nobody's Business
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
Ain't Nobody's Business,
Ain't Nobody's Business But
Mine And My Baby
(You Really Turn Me On)
Hee Hee!
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
Hee Hee! Ooh!
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)

Give It To Me-Give Me
Some Time
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
Come On Be My Girl-I Wanna
Be With Mine
(You Really Turn Me On)
Ain't Nobody's Business-
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
Ain't Nobody's Business But
Mine And My Baby's
Go On Girl! Aaow!
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)

Hee Hee! Aaow!
Chika-Chika
Chika-Chika-Chika
Go On Girl!-Hee Hee!
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
Hee Hee Hee!
(You Really Turn Me On)
(You Knock Me Off My Feet)
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)

(The Way You Make Me Feel)
(You Really Turn Me On)
(You Knock Me Off My Feet)
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)

Michae Jackson - You Rock my world 1080p HD, lyrics

Ho...oh...

My life will never be the same
�Cause girl, you came and changed
The way I walk
The way I talk

I cannot explain the things I feel for you
But girl, you know it�s true
Stay with me, fulfill my dreams
And I�ll be all you�ll need

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels so right (Girl)
I�ve searched for the perfect love all my life (All my
life)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, it feels like I (Like I)
Have finally found her perfect love is mine (See, I
finally found, come on, girl)

You rocked my world, you know you did
And everything I�m gonna give (You rocked my world)
And there ain�t nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)

You rocked my world, you know you did (Girl)
And everything I�m gonna give (I want you, girl)
And there ain�t nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine

In time I knew that love would bring
This happiness to me
I tried to keep my sanity
I waited patiently

Girl, you know it seems
My life is fully complete
Our love is true because of you
You�re doin� what you do

Oh, oh, oh, oh, who�d think that I (Oh)
Have finally found the perfect love I searched for all
my life (Searched for all my life)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, who�d think I�d find
(Whoa...oh...oh...)
Such a perfect love that�s so right (Whoa, girl)

You rocked my world, you know you did (Come on, come
on, come on, come on)
And everything I�m gonna give
And there ain�t nothing we could find (Girl)
Someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)

You rocked my world (You rocked my world), you know
you did
And everything I�m gonna give (Girl, girl, girl)
And there ain�t nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine (Girl)

You rocked my world, you know you did (Oh)
And everything I�m gonna give (You rocked my world)
And there ain�t nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine

You rocked my world (Oh...), you know you did
And everything I�m gonna give (To rock my world)
And there ain�t nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine

Girl, I know that this is love
I felt the magic all in the air
And girl, I�ll never get enough
That�s why I always have to have you here, hoo

You rocked my world (You rocked my world), you know
you did
And everything I�m gonna give (Look what you did to
me, baby, yeah)
And there ain�t nothing (Yeah, yeah) we could find
Someone like you to call mine (You rocked my world)

You rocked my world, you know you did (Know you did,
baby)
And everything I�m gonna give (�Cause you rocked my
world)
And there ain�t nothing we could find (Hoo, hoo)
Someone like you to call mine

(You rocked my world)
You rocked my world, you know you did
(The way you talk to me, the way you�re lovin� me)
(The way you give it to me)

You rocked my world, you know you did
(Give it to me)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah...ooh)
You rocked my world (You rocked my world), you know
you did
(You rocked my world, you rocked my world)

(Come on, girl) You rocked my world (Come on, girl),
you know you did
(Baby, baby, baby)
And everything I�m gonna give
And there ain�t nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine

You rocked my world, you know you did
And everything I�m gonna give
And there ain�t nothing we could find
Someone like you to call mine

Michael Jackson - Thriller in HD - full version exclusive

fabolous a toast to the good life

[Fabolous]
A toast to Mr Tagalouchie and zipping open louis duffle bags of louchie,
bragging loosely about bagging hoochies,
no logos on the clothes but the tags say gucci,
and everybody raise your glasses
the beautiful tits and amazing asses
bring cigar cutters and a tray for ashes,
to money burials, hideaways and stashes
thanks to DA’s getting slick, they used bad tape, the charge didn’t stick,
the lawyers, ebay seller, life’s a bitch and I probably could’ve had her,
here’s to no witnesses, playing dumb like i don’t know what this is,
im forgetful thats why i keep my sh-t full,
alarm with alarm systems and pitbulls,
good food still need seasoning,
[courtesy of killerhiphop.com]
gangster POV thats how he see’s things,
it’s talked about with good reasoning,
over good steaks and sweet measling(?)
beef is just an entre put stacks on a boy like his name is andre,
all the shootouts and the killings, sympathy for the bad guys
rooting for the villains,
i put my money up, looters in the ceiling,
and two baby 9’s that look cuter than some children
cheers, blood sweat and tears,
no room for emotions and fears,
its the way nothing more to say,
i make the call we can go to war today,
this is loso’s way, follow me into loso’s way,

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The video clearly show's that the photographer was taking advantage of the position.

Fugees - Ready or Not lyrics & video

"Ready or Not"

[CHORUS:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make you want me.

[CLEF:]
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
Those who fake, they break,
When they meet their 400 pound mate
If I could rule the world
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyupin' on their horse
I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Thinkin' 'bout the robbery that I did last week.
Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist.
I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends,
A born again hooligan only to be king again.

[LAURYN:]
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,
No stress
If you don't smoke sess, lest.
I must confess, my destiny's manifest
In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo
Voo Doo,
I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME
Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone
I'll be Nina Simone
And defacating on your microphone.

[Chorus:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly

[LAURYN'S INTERLUDE]

You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go
My whole crew's gonna know
You can't hide from the block, oh no.

[PRAZ:]
Ready or not, refugees takin' over
The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die,
Toss me high - only puff la,
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay

[Chorus (Lauryn) REPEAT 3X:]

Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make You Want Me

Luniz - I got five on it video and lyrics

Chorus:
creep on it, on it, on it, on it
woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five

(Yukmouth)
player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that likes to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies
spit loogies
when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it,
but it ain't enuff on it
go get the s the t-i-d-e-s
never the less,
I'm hella fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like ping pong,
I'm gone,
beatin' my chest like King Kong,
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
Konw Me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin' that let my friend hit bit
unless you pull out the fat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
causs fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
and if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hella "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
give me two bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious bomb will make a niggie go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin' pains than Maggie
cause homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie

Chorus:
Chorus:
I got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and IM TOW BACK
I got five on it,
PARTNA lets go half on a sac

(Knumskull)
I take sacks to the face, whenever I can,
don't need no cruch I'm so keyed up, 'till the joint be burnin' my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slo, so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bruh
hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
wassup, dont babysit that
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin' cause you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it,
cause I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me

Chorus

(Knumskull)
hey, make this right mate
stop at the light mate,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, I fade
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashies
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
foggy windows,
soggy Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

(Yukmouth)
been smoked,
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
up in the O-A-K the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease up,
speed up through the E-S-O,
drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeza
and everybody's blowed ahh, I'm da roller
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
kick in fee, cause where I be's we need half like Unfoofoo

Carlos Santana, Maria Maria lyrics and video

Carlos Santana ft. Wyclef Jean and Jerry Wonder

Ladies and gents
turn up your sound system to the
sound of carlos santana and the GMB
(Surprada)
Ghetto people- from the Refugee Gang

oh Maria Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She living the life just like a movie star


oh Maria Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yea ,yea
Played by Carlos Santana


Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick pocking on the corner
See as the rich is getting richer
The poorer is getting poorer


See mi y Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter
Somebody just said see you later


Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (east coast)


Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (west coast )

oh Maria Maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star


oh Maria Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar,
Played by Carlos Santana

I said a la fella los colores
The streets are getting hotter
There is no water to put out the fire
Mi cosa la esperanza


Se mira Maria on the corner
Thinking of ways to make it better
Then I looked up in the sky
Hoping of days of paradise


Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula (north side)

Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula
(south side)

Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula ( world wide)

Ahora vengo mama chula mama chula
Ahora vengo mama chula ( open up ur eyes )


Maria you know you're my lover
When the wind blows I can feel you
Through the weather and even when we're apart
It feels like we're together maria
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star


oh Maria Maria
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar,
Played by Carlos Santana

Puttin them up yo
Carlors Santana with the refugge gang
wyclef jerry my dog Mr santana GMB
yo carlos u makein that guitar cry.

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Michael Jackson - They don't care about us) official prison version

"They Don't Care About Us"

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...
Set me free

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
black man, black male
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Some things in life they just don't wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Kick me, strike me
Don't you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

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