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# Posté le dimanche 16 novembre 2008 06:08

PUT ON - YOUNG JeeZY Ft KanYE West !!!

[Intro: Young Jeezy]
I put on...(x4)
I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
When they see me off in traffic
They say "Jeezy on some other shit"
Send them pussy niggas
Runnin straight back to the dealership
Me I'm in my spaceship,
Thats right I work for Nasa
This 7H is not a fraud,
Call that bitch my bodyguard
Call that bitch your bodyguard?
Yeah, thats my bodyguard
wear a lot of jewelry
Young dont' do security
what's whiter than a napkin,
Harder than a dinner plate
If you want it come and get it
You know I stay super straight
Ran up in my spots and now
I'm workin Out the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry,
Come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday,
Yeah I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet,
I use it like some super bait

[Chorus:Young Jeezy] (x2)
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on (east side)
Put on (south side)
Put on (west side)
Put on

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Half bag, top back,
Ain't nothin but a young thug
HKs, aK's, i need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps,
You know I like it super sized
Passenger's a redbone,
Her Weave look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery,
Imagine what she tellin me
Blowin on asparagus,
The realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin to that Trap or Die,
The realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli,
So I keep that glock on me
Don't get caught without one,
Comin from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton,
Flyin down Campbellton
So fresh, so clean,
On my way to Charlene

[Chorus] (2x)

[Verse Intro: Kanye West]
I put on...(x3)
I put on for my city, I put on for my
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
On...

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I feel like there's still
Niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still
Bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this
But niggas don't know the stress
I lost the only girl
In the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame
And that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain,
Man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus
Pieces can't bring me peace
Sure I need just at least
One of Russell's nieces
On...I let my nightmares go
I put on,
Everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin
When they knew he was broke
They say damn,
Yeasy Yeasy, you don't Owe us no more
You got that big fame homie,
And you just changed on me
You can ask big homie,
Man the top so lonely
Ayee Aye
So lonely
Ayee Aye
Let me see
What we have tonight (what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashin lights (flashin lights)
Cause every night (every night)
I put on

[Chorus] (2x)

[Outro: Kanye West]
Let me see
What we have tonight (what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashin lights (flashin lights)
Cause every night (every night)
Let me see
What we have tonight (what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashin lights (flashin lights)

# Posté le lundi 10 novembre 2008 12:30

Iñigo GureKin Behar ZAitugu

Adiós a Iñigo Díaz de Cerio. Adiós a medio ascenso. Díaz de Cerio sufrió una lesión gravísima en el derbi contra el Eibar: rotura de tibia y peroné. Prácticamente se despide de la temporada.

Todo sucedió en el minuto 63. Tras pelear un balón suelto, en un inoportuno encontronazo con Zigor, el portero del Eibar, Díaz de Cerio cayó y empezó a gritar de forma estrepitosa: su tobillo derecho cuelga literalmente de su pierna. Anoeta enmudece, casi llora y una nube negra planea sobre la Real. "Fractura de tercio medio de tibia y peroné de pierna derecha", señala el parte médico. Más de seis meses de baja para el máximo goleador realista, seguro su hombre más importante con cuatro tantos. Ahora subir se convierte casi en una utopía.

# Posté le dimanche 09 novembre 2008 05:32

Modifié le lundi 10 novembre 2008 12:28

My Life - The Game Ft Lil Wayne



And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
Cuz They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A light For the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life)


Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide... suicide...)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life)
I need some meditation, so I can lead my people
They askin' "Why? " Why did John Lennon lead The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle


And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
Cuz They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A light For the night
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life)



We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution... caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned em
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned em
So it ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 mile
And since it ain't no proof, I never walked through 8 mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life)
Damn, I know his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds


And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
Cuz They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A light For the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life)


Walk through the gates of Hell
See my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on
Me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album
Playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton...

Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, and I bet that new Mercedes could
(My Life)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back


And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
Cuz They say "You ain't grindin' til you die
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
A light For the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?
(My Life)
(My Life)
(My Life)
(My Life)

(My Life)

# Posté le jeudi 06 novembre 2008 12:37

Modifié le dimanche 09 novembre 2008 14:05