| Dope Boys - The Game & Travis Barker + Lyrics - 249 sec
This is the new track of The Game featuring. Travis Barker . '' Dope Boys '' is going to be on LAX July 22th .
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The Game Eminem Young Buck 50 cent LLoyd Banks Tony Yayo Juice Spider Loc Kanye West Ice Cube Kanye West Lupe Fiasco Pharell N.E.R.D Lil Wayne Lil Scrappy Young Jeezy T.I. Snoop Dogg Eazy-E NWA MC Eiht Bone Thugs Yukmouth DJ Khaled Fat Joe Ludacris Common Cash Money Geffen Montreal Canadiens Expos Alouettes Impact Boston Bruins Celtics Red Sox Los Angeles Dodgers Lakers Clippers Kobe Bryant Paul Gasol Paul Pierce Kevin Garnett Ray Allen Leon Powe Sam Cassell Gilbert Arenas Steve Bégin Kyle Chipchura Matt D'Agostini Mikhail Grabovski Christopher Higgins Andrei Kostitsyn Sergei Kostitsyn Tom Kostopoulos Alex Kovalev Maxim Lapierre Guillaume Latendresse Tomas Plekanec Bryan Smolinski Alex Tanguay Francis Bouillon Patrice Brisebois Josh Gorges Roman Hamrlik Mike Komisarek Andrei Markov Ryan O'Byrne Jaroslav Halak Carey Price .
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The Game - Dope Boys
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Verse 1
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Yeah....Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot,
black Air Force 2's and the White Sox...
fitted on my forehead, try me, go head.
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead.
Yeah, it's the new king of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring.
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron,
maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,
before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at.
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack.
Chorus
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The Dope Boys in the building.
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building.
Verse 2
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You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherfucking Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit that Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck,
niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex,
and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue,
lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung.
Show her my anaconda and have her sprung,
and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!!
Chorus
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What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.
Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys.
MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up?
Verse 3
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So roll that coke white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die.
Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky.
And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap,
niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back!
That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas,
from Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem.
And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the music when the Champagne pouring.
And hold the glasses high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em...
Chorus
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The Dope Boys in the building.
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys.
I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys.
Motherfucker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys.
It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building.
The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.
The Dope Boys in the building.
The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.
Yeah, what's up? What's up?
Hahaha, yeah,
The King is back!
Auteur : BTMremix
Tags: The Game Travis Barker Dope Boys Blink 182 rap hip-hop LAX Bloods Crips Lil Wayne Sex Tha Carter III
 | | Annakin Slayd - 25 Feels A Little Like 93 + Lyrics - 211 sec
This is the brand new track of Annakin Slayd . This song is talkin' about how 2008 is looking like in 1993 when the Montreal Canadiens won the Stanley Cup against Los Angeles Kings . Go Habs Go !
Here's the MySpace of Annakin Slayd :
www.myspace.com/annakinslayd
I believe that it's meant to be
and it Feels a little like '93
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise number 25 to the sky
I believe we're right in the mix and it
eels a little like '86
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise number 25 to the sky
Here's a rap from the cradle of organized sports
Where we come together for a common cause
I remember number 24
Cheers busting out every house, every home
Hard to believe it was so long ago
And I know we got a long, long way to go
But I believe this city's got a chance to cop it
So I bust my Komisarek shirt and rock it
Spoke to the ghost of the Rocket
Told me once the wheels are in motion can't stop it
Yeah, I thought back to that ten minute O
When his tear drops blessed the Bell Centre floor
Put a lot of thought to what I'd rhyme about
How can I wrap my mind around?
Locking number 25 down
There has never been a better time than now
I believe that it's meant to be
and it Feels a little like '93
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise number 25 to the sky
I believe we're right in the mix and it
Feels a little like '86
With failing hands we hold it high
And raise number 25 to the sky
Let's party all night for the red, blue and white
And shine bright like the Place Ville Marie lights
It's been a hundred years, 1909
And in a quarter of that time we've paraded with pride
And if this year we win number 25
You can bet there'll be elated celebrating city-wide
Yeah, once in a while I pass by the Big O
And think since we lost our team we haven't been exposed
So I climb the tower, raise a glass up to the 'Spos
Then I snatch the torch and pass it to the ghosts
I know this 25th crusade won't fail
And we'll be sipping from the holiest of grails,
yeah
Sometimes it's by the numbers we're defined
23, 11, 27, 10 and 9
And maybe number one if you're seeing the signs
Because this year I'm seeing and believing twenty-five ...
Auteur : BTMremix
Tags: Annakin Slayd 25 Feels Little Like 93 Rap Hockey Montreal Canadiens Alex Kovalev Carey Price Stanley Cup Hip-Hop
| | The Game - Big Dreams (Remix) Featuring. Young Buck + Lyrics - 291 sec
This is my remix version of Big Dreams by The Game (Featuring Young Buck) . Hope you're going to like it . // Voici ma version remix mettant en vedette The Game avec sa chanson Big Dreams (Avec Young Buck) . En souhaitant que vous aimerez . // BTMremix@hotmail.com
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LAX , Got to be ready for this album !
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside,
L.A.X niggas... yeahhh...
Y'all know who the fuck I am...
I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear,
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that V12 is roarin',
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then -
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner - let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds...
Irv - Gotti know I'ma murderer,
Half these niggas beefin' with me,
I never heard of them,
If I was the old me I would murda them
Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them,
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson,
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,
The whole world been waitin' on him,
Here I come, droptop Phantom,
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him,
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams...
I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficer
See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate
You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't got caught
We don't even use scails, niggaz break off a brick
Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get
They gave big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now
Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat
What A Nigga Don't Know Wont Hurt Him'
If Ya' Got A Old Man, Bitch I Ain't Worried
And I Got Plenty Room If Ya Think You Wanna Roll
See This Is What They Make Caddillac Trucks For
Let's Go To A Place You Ain't Never Been, Down In The Country
(CASHVILLE)
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams...
Yo Jay what it do nigga?
I done rocked enough fellas to be you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" musta had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsered by Range Rover,
I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola,
Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over,
Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin',
The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin',
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin' -
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option,
I'm back with Cool & Dre a.k.a. the monsters
And I got one word for you motherfuckers -
COMPTON!
The whole world been waitin' on him,
Here I come, droptop Phantom,
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him,
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big ...
Auteur : BTMremix
Tags: The Game Big Dreams Remix Young Buck Black Wall Street Bloods Records Cool&Dre G-Unit Rap Hip-Hop
| | Big Dreams - The Game (LAX First Song) + Lyrics - 291 sec
This is the exclusive song of LAX the next album of The Game . The real exlusive was supposed to going out Tuesday 18th of March , But I get the song before . Big Dreams - The Game - Big Dreams !
LAX , Got to be ready for this album !
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside,
L.A.X niggas... yeahhh...
Y'all know who the fuck I am...
I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear,
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that V12 is roarin',
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then -
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner - let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds...
Irv - Gotti know I'ma murderer,
Half these niggas beefin' with me,
I never heard of them,
If I was the old me I would murda them
Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them,
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson,
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,
The whole world been waitin' on him,
Here I come, droptop Phantom,
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him,
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams...
I get money like Junior Mafia used to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends start tellin' you can
catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock,
Like Ellen!
Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga,
Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga!
Cos when the sun come up - from behind the sea,
Niggas see me behind the B,
Ent. don't stand for entertainment,
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went?
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence,
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit!
The whole world been waitin' on him,
Here I come, droptop Phantom,
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him,
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams...
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams...
Yo Jay what it do nigga?
I done rocked enough fellas to be you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" musta had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsered by Range Rover,
I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola,
Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over,
Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin',
The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin',
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin' -
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option,
I'm back with Cool & Dre a.k.a. the monsters
And I got one word for you motherfuckers -
COMPTON!
The whole world been waitin' on him,
Here I come, droptop Phantom,
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him,
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big ...
Auteur : BTMremix
Tags: Big Dreams The Game Black Wall Street Bloods Geffen Records Cool&Dre LAX Rap Hip-Hop BWS Juice 08
| | Kanye West - Hey Mama - OFFICIAL 2008 Grammy Studio Version - 175 sec
This is the song of Kanye West . He did it another way to the Grammys Award , There's the version of the Grammy's record in studio , Not live . There's a slide show
Auteur : BTMremix
Tags: Kanye West Hey Mama Grammy Remix New Version Studio Rocafella Chain Bear Rap Hip-Hop Donna Awards Chicago Slide Show ra
| | Akon "Could You Be The Reason" **Hot RnB 2008!!!!!!!** - 215 sec
This is the brand new track of Akon . From : 12/02/2008 .
Akon - Where Do I Go (Could You Be The Reason) .
Auteur : BTMremix
Tags: akon konvict muzik could you be the reason new t-pain sorry blame bartender dream rihanna usher timbaland neyo beyonce
| | Yellow Shirt - Indepanda (RIP Mimi 01/09/2008) - 245 sec
Voici la chanson Yellow Shirt par Alexis Rivest c'est à dire Indepanda , Une connaissance à moi . Myriam Ouellet est décédée le 9 Janvier 2008 lors d'un accident de voiture .
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There's the song Yellow Shirt by Alexis Rivest A.K.A Indepanda . Myriam Ouellet , My sister , Died 09/01/2008 in a car accident .
When the wind is so hard that it kills you
And when the girl is so far, she won't need you
I guess the life is unfair, I can't teach you
Unless you try to escape, I can reach you
And everybody go down to the sunset
Why did she had to go down all above this?
I wonder why it's bullshit to the life all the time
And when you're pretty and you're smart
There's your life on the line
It's fucking eating me
I can see tears from your eyes
Everybody's crying on the day that they realized
M.O. 09, 01, 08 on our faces
Don't forget the BTM's face on her faith and
Don't forget the family, the power that she build in
Everybody's talking, everybody's crying
Fuck that
I'd like to say rest in peace but
I never thought I would say that at fourteen cause
The girl means sunshine everytime
Much roughing up here because I'm out of my mind
Tell me what the hell god thought that day?
The girl was only gonna get her pay, pay, pay
Leave the meaning alone, cause he don't wanna explain
Why and when he woke up? To get has terribly wrong
Little check-up to the right, little check-up to the side
"Here we go, I'm turning down." and the bad move has arrived
In the corner from the side, you can hear it from the sky
God is falling from the hills, to get "Mimi" on his ride
One time, one flying, no crime
What the fuck is going on? God, is he blind?
Everything is working on, "What about mine?"
Everything is fitting on something you'll fine?
What about now? The life is going good?
Think about the minute when it stops on her functionality
We have to pay for the energy we dive in
Upon the day, the world is still full of shit man
Breaking us down for the millions around
Keeping us safe for days
Because it's two-thousand eight
Back from the funeral, I'm asking myself
If the angels will guide her to somebody else?
Living fresh to death, that was the goal of my mission
Now I'm half a death, here's the words I took from alphabet
The wind was so hard today, it was a blast
The school was so dark today, it was a mash
Everybody's commenting about your crash
And nobody's gonna forget about your past
The life is unfair my lord, I gotta pass
The reason why I left you was because I last
Now I'm there to help, what the fuck Ben, we go?
And now I know, I'll wear my yellow shirt tomorrow .
Auteur : BTMremix
Tags: Myriam Ouellet L'Épiphanie Indepanda BTM Remix St-Jacques Yellow Shirt Rap Hip-Hop MC Kind Mimi 09/01/2008
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