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Anyone know where I could get Nicaragua Beenie ? (knit hat)?

admin — Sun, 16 Jan 2011 15:41:28 +0000

Tried the internet, maybe I did’nt look in the right place, Tried Ebay, nothing again. I know somewhere out there someone has to make them. I have seen every other country. Even if I Have to have it customized.

What the fuck is Nicaragua?

what department store sells…………?

admin — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 02:19:00 +0000

my mom wants one of those animal beenie type hats with the strings on the side, and like ears they’re like knit material ( http://www.berkeleyhat.com/knitpandahat.html ) ive seen them for like 30 bucks online but i want to get one from like a department store or something.. i saw a cheshire cat one that would be PERFECT from jcpennys but it was out of stock

Try Kohl’s or Sears.

OMG.. Guess Whaaaat!

admin — Wed, 05 May 2010 04:09:09 +0000

Im soooo excited!!!! and no… Im NOT prego!

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Comment replies and Inquiries

admin — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 04:37:11 +0000

Answering your questions!!!

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My Beenies

admin — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 04:39:23 +0000

The info u were asking for!!!

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2pac ft. The Game, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg & WC-The West Coast Originals [& Eminem]

admin — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 03:32:08 +0000

Lyrics:

2pac:
west side
west side
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
Niggas for Life
Plus Puffy tryin’ to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i’ll leave yah
Cut your young up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil Kim,
Don’t with real G’s
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So peace
I’ll let them niggas know
It’s on for Life
Don’t let the West Side
Ride the night

The Game:
West Side!
I’m lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,
Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathin,
Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini,
Gang bangin is real,
Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,
Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,
Keep jibberin jabberin i’ll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the clickin and clackin,
You’ll homies will wanna kno what happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,

Eminem:
All my West Side throw it up…
Put a balloon inside your pussy
Weep and blow it up
Man I think that he just fell off the
Deep
End, sure enough
So you better change the station to keep
From throwing up
Man you’ve seen it all before
Your all too familiar wit’ it
There’s a penis on the floor
And two balls
So you know who did it
You know you wit’ it, girl
Don’t front
Oh no you didn’t
I won’t rape all the Pussycat Dolls
Nicole, you kiddin’?
I’ll pee on Rihanna, see man
I’ll do what I wanna
Spray perfume in a sauna
Run Crazy Glue and Madonna
To the La-Z-Boy sofa
Fold her in two then sit on her
Imagine the visual for that, man
Who woulda thought I

Ice Cube:
West Side!
I’m a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y’all
And I don’t give a I keep it gangsta y’all
I’ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn’t for me where the you’d be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, cowards
I’d have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And I’d have seen Ren from Howard
And I’d have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer’s
So Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

Snoop Dogg
I’m a West Coast Original, but y’all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that’s the Crip side
Ain’t no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
“two!” – “one!” – “yep, three!”
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
What you know about the D-O-G?
I keep my peeps wit a bag a’ treats
On the streets my nephews beat your beat and keep that heat
In the Cutt and indiscrete
Me and Dub-C crippin’ couzins in this industry
A lotta’ y’all pretend to be
Wanna see friends wit me and then sleep wit the enemy?

WC:
West Side
Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh)
Nigga let the games begin, as I standin’
Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital
scanners takin’ penitentiary chances
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted
Grind-grimey, the thick body and the big body
Wit lyrics and ‘draulics hotter than the Majave
Sellin’, brubble bellin’, career felon
Escalade 3-braid beard wearin’
Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat
Niggas call me “Home of Cake” cause I love the cheese
Gangstas, Hustlas, Pimps, if ya follow me
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery

2pac:
West Side!
Ain’t nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, no from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California’s where I’m at – right?
Passed by while these niggaz wonder by
I got shot but didn’t die, let ‘em see who’s next to try
Did I cry, nah, nigga tear I shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still ballin
until I die
You can bring your crew
Still ballin
Before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad with a pocket full of rocks.
And I’m totin’ these thangs, get my skinny little kicked.
And Niggaz laugh, til’ tha first got blasted.
I put the Nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin’ the in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular when it counts.
I’m tryin’ to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.

Thanks for watchin´ =)
I hope you liked it
Everything made by myself
Greetings from WestSideCripper

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Easy-E Ft. 2Pac & Wc & D12- Legend Never die (Remix By DjKamini83)_With Lyrics..NEW 2009 !!

admin — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 01:39:09 +0000

( Sorry for the WC’ s video part :/)

Plz comment, rate, and subscribe !

Lyrics:

1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy mutherfuckin E with the crome to ya dome
Cruisin in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta block
Now when i hit that switch im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
For the carjackas ,but no haps
Cuz i pack the tech 9′ plus an ak47
Send a one way ticket to my or maybe heaven
Peep nigga i dont sleep
Bury mutherfuckers in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in the astro
But i peep you niggaz out in my left window
So i blast and i blast ’til i blast no more
Yo they call a mutherfucker john doe

HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he’s a rider now
What they want from us thug niggaz?
Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz
Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I BUST! Then we ride ’til the sun come
shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die
Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me – look bitch!
I cut yo’ face, this ain’t no movie
THEN! We watch the other two die slow
Castrated entertainin at my sideshow
BAM! Set my plan in mo’, time to exterminate my foes
I can’t stand you hoes, uhh
Now label this my trick shot
My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
When we RIDE – on our enemies

When we ride on our enemies
I bet you die, when we ride, on our enemies

Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh)
Nigga let the games begin, as I standin’
Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital
scanners takin’ penitentiary chances
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted
Grind-grimey, the big body and the big body
Wit lyrics and ‘draulics hotter than the Majave
Sellin’, brubble bellin’, career felon
Escalade 3-braid beer wearin’
Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat
Niggas call me “Home of Cake” cause I love the cheese
Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery
I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed
I spit

Old nigga E still cruisin’
Punk stay up on the nuts and the bone
Pussy nigga had beef knocked out of his teeth
The muthafucka should have stayed his home
Hey yo peep them bitchez in the Honda
4 deep with the proper sounds
Now every time that I meet a fine cute bitch
She got a friend from the fuckin’ Dog Pound
Hey yo bitch
Here’s the seven digits
Call me if you can
Only if you want it
Let a nigga know
Can I dig like a minor, 49er
Diggin’ for gold from behind her
Watch this nigga do some diggin’
Pop that on a platter
Watch this nigga do some diggin’
It’s so tight it doesn’t matter
YO!

(Ain’t nothing but music REMIX)

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WC ft. Snoop Dogg – The Streets

admin — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 22:28:23 +0000

LYRICS:

[Intro]
Yea . .
Turn the music up a little bit
. . . [*Nate Dogg in background]
Dah-dah-daaah
Uh, yea Lah-dah-daaah
A little bit louder . . right there Dah-dah-daaah
[Nate Dogg:] In the name of the streets
[Verse: WC]
Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh)
Nigga let the games begin, as I standin’
Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital
scanners takin’ penitentiary chances
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted
Grind-grimey, the thick body and the big body
Wit lyrics and ‘draulics hotter than the Majave
Sellin’, brubble bellin’, career felon
Escalade 3-braid beard wearin’
Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat
Niggas call me “Home of
Cake” cause I love the cheese
Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery
I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed
I spit in the name of the streets
[Chorus: Nate Dogg + WC]
I’m gonna roll (I’m gonna roll)
I’m gon’ stay fly (I’m gonna stay fly)
I’m gonna bust (I’m gonna bust)
Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)
In the name of the streets
I’m gonna roll (I’m gonna roll)
I’m gon’ rich ride (I’m goin’ rich ride)
I’m gonna ball (I’m gonna ball)
Hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets
[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
This the itty-bitty nigga from the city they call LB
What you know about the D-O-G?
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/TTfi ]
I keep my peeps wit a bag a’ treats
On the streets my nephews beat your
beat and keep that heat
In the Cutt and indiscrete
Me and Dub-C crippin’ couzins in this industry
A lotta’ y’all pretend to be
Wanna see friends wit me and then sleep wit the enemy?
Want some, get some, bad enough take some
Suckas poppin’ off I’m ’bout to take one
Braids on, make done, don’t want none
And just cause we talkin’, what you doin’ C-Walking?
It’s not just a dance it’s a way a’ living
Now if ya C-Walking, ya best to
“see” Crippin’
And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers
Nigga quit Crip-Walking if ya ain’t a gang banger
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Nate Dogg]
I told a woman I don’t love her but she wants to go
I told another that I want her but she wants to hoe
I ain’t a hater I’m a player so I ‘em both
In the name of the streets
[Verse: Xzibit]
High resolution, high definition
Let the tape roll let the whole world listen
Hold your position, don’t go backwards
I’m frontlining and the West keep shining
Fuck wit ya nigga your boy “X” still grindin’
Fuck them other niggas they just high siding
Talking and lie, bitchin’ and cry
Gossip and hate but ain’t nobody’s right
Fuck going diamond if ya make it turn pussy
Don’t push me, peep game like a booky
The hook lining singer, the deep thinker
Ego auto-biography beat it nigga ya bother me
Glass hit them hard, take no prisoners
Been choiced for the voice
I speak for my people like a Senator
Raise up, the blunts get blazed up
Swing like a gorilla nigga you ain’t a king, c’mon!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[*Nate Dogg in background] Dah-dah-daaah
Yea . . . Lah-dah-daaah
Dub-C . . . Dah-dah-daaah
The “Ghetto Heisman” . . .
[Nate Dogg:] In the name of the streets
Swangin’ through a hood near you [*over
last line of outro] Dah-dah-daaah

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WC Feat. Snoop Dogg & Nate Dogg – The Streets [HQ]

admin — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 00:41:32 +0000

WC Feat. Snoop Dogg & Nate Dogg – The Streets
LYRICS:

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Zac Efron Covers USA Weekend Magazine (HQ Photos)

admin — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 22:37:26 +0000

Source: http://www.shineon-media.com

Article here:
“I’m growing up”
Can Disney superstar Zac Efron escape his “High School Musical” past?

By Jeanne Dorin McDowell
Cover: Zac Efron

Even by Hollywood standards, Zac Efron has been blessed in the gene department. Sitting in a booth at Casa Vega, a Sherman Oaks, Calif., Mexican restaurant, it’s hard not to be mesmerized by his eggshell-blue eyes lined with long lashes and that toothpaste-white smile peering out over the fish taco he’s munching on. The gray knit beanie covering his head fails to prevent every waitress and female customer in this very dark joint from noticing the young star.

Still, as perhaps Efron understands better than most, life is not a Disney musical. “I’m at a transition point,” Efron concedes, taking a measure of his current position in the Hollywood constellations. “My taste is changing. I’m growing up.”

The change is not entirely obvious in his new movie, which is actually called “17 Again.” In it, Efron, 21 in real life, again plays the cute guy, and a basketball star at that, à la “High School Musical,” the monster hit movie series he starred in and which, he is quick to add, “is over” for him. The catch this time: A depressed 37-year-old with a failed marriage and career (Matthew Perry) gets to do over his life in the body of his 17-year-old self (Efron). Although still playing a teenager, Efron does it with his first hint of adult-style machismo.
“For a while, I felt lost in celebrity-land. I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“I saw it as a more complex part that could help me shift into adult material,” he says hopefully.

Whether a movie called “17 Again,” bound to be a hit with young girls, is the vehicle that will propel Efron from teen heartthrob to leading man remains to be seen. “The challenge for Zac Efron is to start to win over a general audience, including grown-ups, and to be taken seriously as an actor without losing his fan base of teens and tweens,” says movie critic Leonard Maltin. “We’re talking about the all-important transition from boyhood to manhood, and the term is not ‘leading boy’ but ‘leading man.’ Efron’s got to prove he has what it takes to fans and critics.”

In person, Efron, wearing a Beatles tee and worn jeans, is friendly, but super self-conscious about the interview. (In a second of exasperation, he blurts out, “I’m trying to figure out what you want me to say. What do you want me to say?”) Growing up in the public eye, Efron has grappled with his own ambivalence about celebrity and what often has seemed like a 24/7 surveillance of his private life.

“I didn’t want to be famous,” he explains. “I get sick of seeing my own face around.

Read the full article here: http://www.shineon-media.com/2009/04/10/zac-efron-i-didnt-want-to-be-famous-i-get-sick-of-seeing-my-own-face-around/

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Song: Body Language
By: Jesse McCartney (Hollywood Records)
Album: Departure:Recharged
Listen to the full version here:
http://www.myspace.com/jessemccartney

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