for da brothas

After he accepting his “Decade of Hotness” award(Yeah thats the real name of it, no homo) at Spike TV’s Guys Choice Awards last night, he did something that almost every brotha has wanted to do at one point or another, tongue down Halle Berry, squeeze the ass & get ure dick rubbed (see halle in 3rd pic).

 

halle da dick n balls handler…*go halle, go halle…*
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get me home

Hold up, let’s take it from the top, I Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
In the six drop boo and it don’t stop
See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop
‘Cross the room throwin signals I’m throwin em back
Flirtin cause I, digs you like that
Peep baby boy style, hopin we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
It said, “You look like the type that, know what you like”
I could tell by the jewels you go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don’t like the notes too well, let’s be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let’s pow-pow
Whisper in my ear like, “Boo let’s bounce now”
I’m ’bout to say peace to my mans for you
When it’s all said and done I got plans

we’ve come so far

icandy tahiry

tahiry: hey dickie
drey: what’s good b!tch?

n.i.g.g.e.r.?

…and why da fuck would nas wanna call
his shit nigger..nigga?
-joe budden

…if nas wanna be a nigger, let that nigga
be a nigger on his own
-rain

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time’s up (2)

I’m the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And…it’s hard just being the boss see
I can’t go to jail cause them years’ll cost me
Don’t get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
Rather just sit back and roll a dutch
Think about how I’ma put the game in the cobra clutch
Think about how I’ma get the ‘caine over customs
Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them
yeah them M’s is right in my face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don’t jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
Cause I’m a nigga that hate to settle
I’m a man of the Lord but I still can’t shake the devil
Moved away and still can’t escape the ghetto

are you in that mood yet?

Yo, I don’t wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin’ at my front door
I’m livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day another struggle, yo
I know it’s fucked up what a lack of cake‘ll do
A few people wanna move in and stay wit you
You wish you could help ’em all, but you ain’t able to
Cause the rent’s a lil’ late plus the cable’s due
You and your girlfriend are beefin’ in a serious way
You used to be faithful (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real)
Finally got your mind made on going your separate ways WAIT
Nah homeboy, her period’s late now THINK
Your time’s runnin out do it quickly (WHY?!)
Cause she starts crying, mood’s gettin sticky
If I don’t want it she’ll want nuttin to do wit me
JUST GET THE ABORTION

AND I’LL GIVE YOU THE $250!
But if you say that to her then you’re wrong
You ain’t think bout that you was gettin your groove on
Can’t take care of myself nevermind a new

spoiler alert

jesus dies on pg. 681
http://www.afrojacks.com/
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the mc

Who am I? The MC, la-di da-di
I don’t wear Versace, I wear DJ’s out quickly at the party
Who am I? If you’re like me hip hop is in your body
Who am I? THE MC!
When the jam is slow and you need a proceeder
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need a lyrical leader wit oratorical triple features
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need to rock your 3000-seat arena, best believe, uh
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need to get the word on the street wit demeanor
Who am I? THE MC!
I beg thee, let me splurt rhymes, I have plenty
Who am I? THE MC! Lord have mercy

right now!

for the sweet baby girl exodus…

Someone right now is leaving their apartment
Looking down at the street, wondering where there car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal
In front of a restaraunt, staring through the window
at someone right now with their finger in their teeth
Who could use a little floss right across the street
there’s somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
to work at a shop where he’s about to get fired.
Someone right now is looking pretty tired
Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired
Somebody living right across the street
She wrote the best things she’s written all week
but her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
Can’t even think what happened, feeling so confused
And he knows it looks bad but there’s nothing he can do
I wonder what it’s like to be right there in his shoes