tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23729453994265114502012-01-02T14:43:57.656-08:00Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-4856137144383926892011-01-14T16:53:00.001-08:002011-01-14T16:53:35.093-08:00<iframe frameborder='0' scrolling='no' width='370' height='920' src='http://www.lyrics47.com/post.php?id=208&ref=if'></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-485613714438392689?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-62411252272924725792010-12-28T07:54:00.001-08:002010-12-28T07:54:58.940-08:00 RIP Keith “Guru” Elam: July 17, 1966 â€" April 20, 2010Last night digit of my selection artists died of cancer-related causes, if you followed this journal at its prizewinning days, you know that Guru was rattling important to me, since his medium Jazzmatazz vol.1 was digit of the albums that got me into Hip-Hop, and I crapper honestly feature that there would never be no rapdungeon without Guru, just same a lot of our selection mc's wouldn't ever fit if they cheard Gang Starr first. I'm glad I had a chance to see him perform live and to hit his sign (as you crapper see in the picture). R.I.P. Guru, your vocalise and importance to Hip-Hop will never be forgotten.<br/> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-6241125227292472579?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-1959406713943984212010-12-28T07:48:00.001-08:002010-12-28T07:48:49.613-08:00 Nelly - Grillz feat. Ludacris, Apostle Wall, Jermaine Dupri<br/> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-195940671394398421?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-7944311918183049312010-07-01T05:23:00.001-07:002010-07-01T05:25:18.678-07:00<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="450" height="403"><param name="movie" value="http://i47.vbox7.com/player/ext.swf?vid=bdbe57e7"><param name="quality" value="high"><embed src="http://i47.vbox7.com/player/ext.swf?vid=bdbe57e7" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="403"></embed></object><br /><br /><iframe frameborder='0' width='350' height='1619' src='http://lyrics47.com/post.php?id=2840'></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-794431191818304931?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-28583730298703654732010-06-27T00:32:00.000-07:002010-06-27T00:33:04.594-07:00<iframe frameborder='0' width='350' height='1074' src='http://lyrics47.com/post.php?id=2918'></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-2858373029870365473?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-34429849301388504872010-06-26T01:13:00.001-07:002010-06-26T01:13:54.531-07:00<iframe frameborder='0' width='350' height='4171' src='http://lyrics47.com/post.php?id=2944'></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-3442984930138850487?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-51346122275377221642010-06-13T06:23:00.001-07:002010-06-13T06:23:47.991-07:00Kesha admits she's relieved herself in champagne bottles in the past.<br /><br />The singer, real name Kesha Rose Sebert, sings about 'pissin' in the Dom Perignon' in her track Party At A Rich<br />Dude's House.<br /><br />'That one is about me and my friends getting bored in LA and crashing house parties,' Kesha, 23, tells Maxim. 'Cruise, crash, destroy...then bail.<br /><br />'Anyway, I think champagne is gross and kind of tastes like pee. So to show my disdain for it, I pee in the bottles.'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-5134612227537722164?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-2494201241141164132010-06-13T06:00:00.000-07:002010-06-13T06:03:23.319-07:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TC9V6ytPDZw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TC9V6ytPDZw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Crawling through life's jungle<br />lived alone and lost in time<br />I need to lose my shadow<br />I want you to be my guy<br />fleeding from desire<br />out of reach and out of sight<br />my road is long and darkened<br />our hope is on my side<br /><br />Never ever ever felt so alone<br />never ever ever been stripped to the bone<br />shivering shadow leave me alone<br />shivering shadow forever alone<br /><br />Never ever ever felt so alone<br />never ever ever been stripped to the bone<br />shivering shadow leave me alone<br />shivering shadow forever alone<br /><br />Never ever ever felt so alone<br />never ever ever been stripped to the bone<br />shivering shadow leave me alone<br />shivering shadow forever alone<br /><br />Crawling through life's jungle<br />lived alone and lost in time<br />I need to lose my shadow<br />I want you to be my guy<br />fleeding from desire<br />out of reach and out of sight<br />my road is long and darkened<br />our hope is on my side<br /><br />Never ever ever felt so alone<br />never ever ever been stripped to the bone<br />shivering shadow leave me alone<br />shivering shadow forever alone<br /><br />Never ever ever felt so alone<br />never ever ever been stripped to the bone<br />shivering shadow leave me alone<br />shivering shadow forever alone<br /><br />Never ever ever felt so alone<br />never ever ever been stripped to the bone<br />shivering shadow leave me alone<br />shivering shadow forever forever aloneeeeeeeeee <br /><br /><a href="http://lyrics47.com/view-2794-sylver_never_ever.html">source</a><br />For more lyrics visit <a href="http://lyrics47.com/">lyrics47.com</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-249420124114116413?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dimitar Spirovhttps://profiles.google.com/112071976505802841711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2372945399426511450.post-83074227890020432982010-06-13T05:54:00.000-07:002010-06-13T05:55:55.753-07:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwIo-UzoDyo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwIo-UzoDyo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />[lil’ jon]<br />Come on, yeah ok<br />Motherfucker, y’all know who it is<br />Lil’ jon, them motherfuckin’ east side booooyz<br />I got my nigga jadakiss with me too (d-block, live son)<br />We gon’ do this for all the real motherfuckin’ niggas<br />(uh uh uh uh yo)<br />Holla at them niggas j, come on<br /><br />[jadakiss]<br />Yeah, kiss name known, matter fact, kiss name blown<br />And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home<br />But I still put the tools in ya mouth<br />Niggas know that I’m a monster on the east, but I’m huge in the south<br />This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin’<br />So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches<br />Down bottom feel like the ol’ days<br />Fuckin’ with the corn liquor ridin’ around listen to o’jays<br />When we loadin’ the clip every slug gotta catch<br />When you goin’ to war every thug got his match<br />Ss baby, blue impala with the mack in it<br />Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it<br />It’s like the jungle but the broads is fine<br />And if they ain’t puffin’ crippie, then this georgia fine<br />Listen, I’m the wrong nigga to style with<br />My motherfuckin’ problem to reconcile with<br />Nigga what<br /><br />[hook]<br />We knockin’ heads off, yeah<br />We knockin’ heads off, yeah<br />We knockin’ heads off, motherfuckin’ heads off yeah<br />We knockin’ heads off, yeah<br />We knockin’ heads off, yeah<br />We knockin’ heads off, motherfuckin’ heads off yeah<br />You wanna go nigga<br />Let’s go ho<br />You wanna go nigga<br />Let’s go ho<br />You wanna go nigga<br />Let’s go ho<br />You wanna go nigga<br />Let’s go ho<br />What...what...what...what...what<br /><br />[lil’ jon]<br />We lettin’ it go nigga<br />Let’s go ho<br />We lettin’ it go nigga<br />Let’s go ho<br />We lettin’ it go nigga<br />Let’s go ho<br />What...what...what...what...what<br />Pussy...niggas...lay it...down<br />Me and my...niggas...fixin’...clown<br />Pussy...niggas...lay it...down<br />Me and my...niggas...fixin’...clown<br />We throw our...fuckin’...click up<br />We give a fuck if you don’t...like us<br />We throw our...fuckin’...click up<br />We give a fuck if you don’t...like us<br />Don’t...like...them...niggas<br />Can’t...stand..that...bitch<br />Don’t...like...them...niggas<br />Can’t...stand..that...bitch<br />We’ll...shut the...club down<br />If y’all...niggas...wanna clown<br />We’ll...shut the...club down<br />Bitch...say...something now<br /><br />[hook]<br /><br />[lil’ jon]<br />Whaaaat....whaaaaat<br />Y’all know when the beat breakdown and shit<br />What’s up, what’s up<br />It’s time to get motherfuckin’ buck wild in this biiiitch<br />Now this what I want y’all niggas to do, what’s up<br />All the real niggas and ladies out there, ok<br />Y’all need to repeat after me, right now<br />I ain’t scared of no nigga, I ain’t scared of no bitch<br />I ain’t scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin’ click<br />I ain’t scared of no nigga, I ain’t scared of no bitch<br />I ain’t scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin’ click<br />Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man<br />Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man<br />Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man<br />Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit<br /><br />[hook]<br /><br />[lil’ jon]<br />Yeah, bme ho, we up out this bitch<br />Ruff ryders ho, what’s up<br />But before we leave<br />I gotta let my nigga tell you his name<br /><br />[styles]<br />I’m holiday styles, where the fuck you thuggin’ at<br />I knock off ya head with a louisville slugger bat<br />P’ll go to war and ain’t never have to bring a nigga<br />My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga<br />Call up lil’ jon and them east side boyz<br />All I need is a lil’ bomb and them east side toys<br />You can catch me in the dirty south, I got a dirty mouth<br />Sittin’ on the roof with the fuckin’ 30-30’s out<br />I told you I’m a menace y’all<br />I got enough guns to fill up the lennox mall<br />In the front parking lot, coke still movin’ good<br />Guns still sparke a lot<br />Hustlin’ with family, partyin’ with murderers<br />D-block and everything, shit you probably heard of us<br />Yeah I’m a ryder nigga, you ain’t got a gun<br />Or a motherfuckin’ knife, you ain’t even gon’ try us<br />I’ll leave you with a hole daddy<br />And for the fact that I’m in the dirty south<br />I’ll be bouncin’ in the old caddy<br />What - motherfucker<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2372945399426511450-8307422789002043298?l=lyrics47.blogspot.com' alt='' 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