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    June 25

    DJ Yella interview (bout Eazy-E)

    You are probably the least profiled member of the group NWA, and it's typical of Hip Hop to have their DJ's play the back, so tell us about yourself.

    DJ Yella:

    I'm not married, ain't got no kids. I was born and raised in Compton. I'm an original member of NWA and I was here until the end. I'm a producer. I don't play any music instruments except for drums.

    When I was growing up, there was no Hip Hop, just funk like George Clinton. I used to DJ in a club in LA as a teenager. Then Dre came along and we hit it off from the beginning. We deejayed together for years before we even got into the music industry. Hip Hop was like Grandmaster Flash back then. Rap was something from the east coast. We almost originally started west coast Hip Hop when we were in the World Class Wrecking Cru. We were broke but we stuck together.

    We'd seen a show with Run DMC for the first time. It was their first time in California. We sat back and looked at the show and it wasn't nothin'! It was two people rapping and a DJ! We said, 'That's it! We can do that!' That's when we started trying to make records. That's when we put out Surgery. It did okay and we sold a few but me and Dre were getting tired of the Wrecking Cru cuz the money situation wasn't right and we were always broke. Dre knew Eazy from his old neighborhood.

    As you know, the first song from NWA was Boyz In The Hood but it was originally written for two other guys from New York who were rappers. They felt they couldn't rap that way so Dre convinced Eazy into rapping it. It wasn't meant for him because Eazy wasn't a rapper! That's when I met Eazy. Right then, we all clicked and then Ren came into the picture. Of course, Cube was around because he was in another group which was a subsidary of the Wrecking Cru called CIA.

    I

    f Eazy was around at this time and he accepted his friend Dre when he wore flashy clothes and cosmetics for the World Class Wrecking Cru, why did he use it as a point to dis Dre on the 'It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa' album?

    DJ Yella:

    He only did it because Dre came at him first. But deep down, he was kinda hurt when Dre first left and the true animosity had worn off by the time that record came out. Dre put out Nuttin' But A G Thang so Eazy had to come back. That was just for show. I think deep down, they didn't really want to do it but he just had to do it. They did have real beef, but over the years, it just wore out.

    W

    hat it was like to be in the group during itís heyday?

    DJ Yella:

    On the first maxi-single, before the Straight Outta Compton album, Cube was in school in Arizona for a year. So me, Ren, Dre, and Eric worked the whole single promotion-wise for a whole year. Cube had a scholarship or something so he was gone. The four of us put in a lot of free hours before we made the actual album. Cube was writing a lot of Eazy's stuff that Eazy didn't like because it wasn't him, he wasn't a rapper! We liked Eazy because originally, he had the money, but also because the sound of his voice sold. He sounded and looked like a little kid. That's why we pushed him out front; he was the image. When you thought of NWA, you thought of Eazy-E first. It was just a look. I was always in the background through all the production and everything. But the real problems came when we started making money.

    W

    hat about what Ice-T said about starting gangsta rap?

    DJ Yella:

    Ice-T was rapping but some people didn't know where he was from. Some people thought he was from New York. He had a different style from us. We were almost the first ones to cuss on a rap record, because that's how we talk so I think we started 'street music' first. We were just different from him. NWA started a legend and that legend has now opened the doors for all these gangsta rappers or whatever you want to call them. We didn't think of it as gangsta rap. To us, it was just street music. We rapped about what we knew. We couldn't rap about New York because we didn't know nothing about it.

    W

    hen Cube and Dre left claiming that they were not being compensated properly by Eazy, what really happened?

    DJ Yella:

    Everybody was getting paid. It was really about more personal stuff. Cube, for example, wanted to do a solo album but we told him 'Not now, we're going to work on Eazy's album '. He wanted to do his first. Plus, somebody was in his ear at the time telling him this and that. That was his major problem.

    As for Dre, it was the same thing. He was getting paid, he was living in a million-dollar house so money was coming from somewhere! We weren't being ripped off. I think the reason they left is because they were listening to other people. Thatís the real issue. Me, I just stayed neutral. I was down with Eazy, but I wasn't in any of his videos when he was dissing Dre.

    H

    ow did you get the name 'Yella'?

    DJ Yella:

    When I was just deejayin', there was a song by the Tom Tom Club called Mr. Yellow. The Unknown DJ heard it and said 'that's what your name should be!' and from that day on, that was my name! You'd be amazed at how much West Coast Hip Hop today has been derived from us in that era. Just from that time, 61 million records have been sold as a result. There was a core group of people including Ice-T, MC Eiht, who all started at the same time as us. From that era, a lot of the west coast acts have been derived.

    W

    hy did you name your new album 'One Mo Nigga To Go'?

    DJ Yella:

    It means Iím the last NWA member to come out solo. I'm the last of the real niggaz. I'm dedicating my album to Eazy because I was down with him from day one and I never turned my back on him, even when times weren't so good, I was always there. I was there for friendship, not money. Even when things were slow, I was still there.

    I

    think a lot of people may compare you to Quincy Jones and the way he's done his last two albums. How do you feel about that?

    DJ Yella: Good, 'cuz if you really think about it, thatís how Quincy Jones has always been. I used to think Quincy was a singer, but he's a producer and that's what I am. I'm not going to embarrass myself trying to rap because that would be wack. I don't rap. I put things together, like the last Eazy album. On the album, I'm working with BG Knocc Out, Dresta, Tracy Nelson, Dirty Red, Kokane, and Leicy Loc. I wanted to have people that Iíve worked with before who are down and these people have been down since Eazy was around.

    W

    ho are the people who speak about Eazy on the interludes of your album?

    DJ Yella:

    A buddy of mine named Big Man, his wife, and his kids. They knew Eric pretty well so I wanted them to talk for real. It wasn't rehearsed or nothing. I had a little camera and asked them questions and captured what they said. People say so much about Eazy that I wanted them to hear about the good side of him, the normal side of Eric Wright. They knew him before NWA started.

    O

    ne of the ladies talking on an interlude said that Eazy-E was originally known as Casual! Tell us about that.

    DJ Yella:

    That was a shock to me! He probably had a little name in the neighborhood and he was called Casual. I didn't know it until I heard that interview myself.

    S

    o much of your album is about Eazy-E. Would your album exist at all if not for Eazyís passing?

    DJ Yella:

    Eazy and I were going to put a record out together, but he got so caught up in other stuff that he never got around to it. I put this out because other people have said a lot of things about Eazy-E, but nobody really did anything nice for him. The first video out, For Tha E shows the way he should have went out, not the way it was with court and the crazy stuff. Some of the money I'll make, I'll give to his kids because they're not getting taken care of.

    T

    ell us what went on behind the scenes after Eazy passed away in terms of the legal battles.

    DJ Yella:

    A lot of it is still in court. By the time they finish, I think the company will be broke. The only people who will be making money will be the lawyers. That's why the last thing I did over there at Ruthless was his album. I didn't want nobody else to put it together.

    W

    hen was Eazy's album, 'Straight Off The Streets of Muthaphukkin' Compton' actually completed?

    DJ Yella:

    The last song he made was with me, him, and Ren. That was The Muthaphukkin' Real done in December of 1994, just three months before he died. Was it was eerie to hear him say 'when I die, niggaz bury me, make sure my shit reads Eazy ëmuthaphukkin' E. And it's a fact, to be exact, my tombstone should read 'he put Compton on that map'...' in that song?

    When we did the song, I never paid attention to his words. I didnít hear the actual words until months after he had died. Ain't that crazy? I remember, though, that he just came up with the words right then off the top of his head. I don't know if those words were significant at the time.

    D

    id you leave Ruthless because you don't think they'll survive the legal battles?

    DJ Yella:

    My contract ran out in early 1994, but I was still around him because we were down, not because of the money. I didn't care. That contract was signed way back in 1989. But when he died, to me, Ruthless died. All Ruthless Records is now is just a name. The real ruthless person is not here so I'd rather not be stuck up with a bunch of court-appointed people, I'd rather be on my own and do my own thing.

    W

    hen did you first learn that Eazy had aids and what was your reaction?

    DJ Yella:

    It was actually the night before the press conference. Everybody just about knew on that night. I never even knew. And by the time the press conference happened in the morning, he was already in a coma. He just kept it to himself. He was only in the hospital for two or three weeks before that press conference and that's when he found out. I had talked to him while he was in the hospital, but we weren't talking about that, we were just talking normally about business and joking around. He didn't sound down or nothin'. He was talking like he was gonna be out next week and that's what we thought. We knew he had bronchitis, but we didn't think nothin' about it. Then, our buddy Big Man called me and told me that it was true that he got it. That night, my whole night was messed up. When he told me, I knew he wasn't playin'. I knew it was true. I was shocked because I had already been hearing rumors for the past two weeks.

    What originally happened was that somebody who worked in the hospital told somebody else that Eazy was in there with AIDS. They weren't supposed to tell, but once they told one person, it got around. That's why they had to come out with a press conference because the rumors were already in the streets. When they read that famous letter at the press conference, Eazy was already in a coma the day before. I don't know who actually wrote the letter. Those aren't his words because he would've cussed in his regular way. Once I heard the first couple of lines I knew that it wasn't him. He was in a coma. When I finally saw him, it was right after the press conference. He already had tubes in his mouth and everything. He couldn't talk no more but he could see me and he knew I was there. He wasn't in a coma and but he was on a machine with tubes in his mouth so he couldn't talk. I didn't know at the time that they had paralyzed him from the neck down with medicine so he wouldn't move. When he first got on the machine, he didn't like it so he was moving around. After that, a day later, everybody was cut off and nobody could get to see him. He knew I was there when I talked to him and that was about the last time anybody got to see him. Cube didn't get to see him. I think Dre went in, but I think he was sleeping at the time.

    I

    heard reports at the time that Cube and Dre were at his bedside, but nobody mentioned Yella and Ren.

    DJ Yella:

    I was there! For the next few days I was there, but I wasnít allowed to see him. I was the only one from the group who was there. The others weren't. I don't know why. I asked Cube and he said he was out of town and couldn't get back. As for Dre, I don't have the slightest idea. I talked to Dre for about two minutes on the phone not long ago but we didn't talk about that. I haven't seen Dre in years. There's nothing between us, I just haven't seen them. I haven't seen Cube since '89. I haven't seen Dre since '92. And Ren, he lives around the corner from me and I still don't see him. He lives around the corner and he can't stop by or call?

    N

    ot to be disrespectful in any way, but a comment was made to me a few months back from someone who claimed to have been down with the NWA in the eighties that there were orgies with all kinds of women back in tha day. His point was that if Eazy caught it because he wasnít using protection, could his crew be far behind?

    DJ Yella:

    We had two parties. Two pool parties. One party was for a video. There wasn't no orgies going on. We don't know where or when Eric caught it. That was the thing about Eazy-E. He was a very private person. You would never see him in public with a girl, that wasn't his style. He went behind the doors, that's how he was. We ain't never sat in a room and just passed a girl around or nothing like that, or if it happened, I missed it!

    From what I gather, you're the only member of NWA that has never taken a shot a Eazy. Can you tell me about your friendship?

    DJ Yella:

    We were always together. Like me and Dre were buddies since '81. I'd rather see Dre on a normal level, not in a club with bodyguards, just the two of us. Me and Eazy were always together. I never turned my back on him. Anything I wanted, he gave me. If I said 'I want more money on this project'.. it wasn't a problem. That was just him. He was one of the nicest people if you knew him personally. We just stuck together. I was with him until the end so I can sleep at night and say I was there with no regrets.

    W

    hat about Ren's off-and-on beef with Eazy?

    DJ Yella:

    That I don't know about and never understood. He was down and he swerved off for awhile. I was really surprised and shocked that he rapped on Eazy's last song together.

    I

    s there a possibility of a reunion now that Eazy's gone?

    DJ Yella:

    Yes and no. The No is the question 'why wait until now?' Why didn't they talk about this two years ago? The Yes is that I would do it, but nobody has approached me. If I did do it, I'd only do it on a neutral label. Dre won't do it if it's on Ruthless and neither will Cube. I won't do it if itís on Death Row. It's got to be a neutral label with five shares owning the label (Eazyís share too) because I want his kids to get money. Nobody's thinking about Eazy's kids, but I'm always thinking about them. One of his sons, my godson Derek, who was always in his videos is in my video too. People have been talking about a reunion, but nobody has talked to me about it. If they leave me out, no problem. But if I did it, I'd be doing it for real, not for the money.

    H

    ow about the possibility of making a song with the remaining members of NWA rapping around unreleased Eazy material like the Beatles did with Lennon?

    DJ Yella:

    I'm the only one with a master copy of some still-unreleased Eazy material. One of the songs that is not released is a song called Still Fuckin'. I didn't really finish the song and that song could be set up for other rappers. It's like a Fuck The Police-type song. Ren and Eazy's vocals are on it but it's still got room for the other two guys. I have another song that's not released that nobody else has. I've been down so long I feel I deserve to keep it.

    W

    hatís in the future for you?

    DJ Yella:

    I want a big production facility and get a production deal with the label. On the back of this album, I'm the executive producer. Thatís how Eric used to be. I wanna be in control. Who knows, in the future it might be another Ruthless or Death Row!

    I

    gotta give you props for two tracks in particular, the first one was the last cut of Eazy's album, 'Eternal E' and the other is your last cut 'Not Long Ago' where you really share yourself with the audience. Tell me about those songs.

    DJ Yella:

    That last song, the way I say it is just like how I would talk to him. The last time we talked was on the plane to Vegas just talking business. If I had known, we would have been talking much more differently. I would have said 'get your company in order' so it wouldn't be in the shape it's in now. I miss hanging out, doing shows, and his entire presence. To me, it's like he's still around. He'll be missing for weeks or I won't hear from him for a month, then he'll call and say 'Whatcha all doin'?' It's like he'll call me in the studio or something. To me it's like he's not really gone until I walk out to the cemetery.

    I

    s that photo of you beside Eazy's tombstone an actual photo of his burial site?

    DJ Yella:

    No. His actual tombstone wasn't made when we took the shot. His actual one is flat. I was gonna used the actual gravesite but it was sacred and I didn't want to touch it.

    A

    ny last thoughts about Eazy-E?

    DJ Yella:

    He was one of those people who did so much for others and started so much, if he wasn't around, a lot of this west coast Hip Hop would
    May 15

    Cele mai tari Bancuri

    POLITISTI:
     
    -Un hot intra noaptea intr-o casa unde proprietarii erau plecati. Cum tocmai baga banii in sac aude o voce: "Isus te priveste!" Se uita el in toate partile si nu vede nimic. Mai incolo baga bijuteriile in sac si iar aude o voce: Isus te priveste!" Se uita hotul si vede un papagal. Papagalul ii zice "Pe mine ma cheama Moise da sa stii ca Isus te priveste". Hotul rade si intreaba" Ce tampit isi boteaza papagalul Moise?"
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    -Intamplare ADEVARATA, in Cluj:
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    -Sergentul catre soferul Bula:
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    -Un politist intra intr-un bar si ofera de baut celor aflati acolo.
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    -Doi politisti gasesc trei grenade intr-o groapa.
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    -Un politist se suie in autobuz si taxeaza un bilet,dupa care mai taxeaza unul.Un cetatean il vede si-l intreaba:
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    Politistul raspunde:
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    BLONDE:

     

    O blonda care s-a saturat sa rida toata lumea de ea se vopseste bruneta, isi schimba numele si pleaca din oras.Pe drum vede un cioban cu o turma de oi.Ce se gindeste ea: toata viata lumea a facut misto de mine, ia sa fac si eu misto de alti, ca acum nu mai sint blonda si nu ma stie nimeni.Zis si facut.Coboara din masina si se duce la cioban.
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    Blonda se uita de jur imprejur si spune:
    - 201
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    -Q: De ce varsa blondinele apa peste calculator ?
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    -De ce blondele pot consuma carne de vaca bolnava de "boala vacii nebune"?
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    -Ce este o foaie alba rupta in doua pentru o blonda?
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    -De ce prefera blondele pastilele in locul prezervativelor?
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    -Care este diferenta dintre cartofi si blonde?
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    Tipul cu crocodilul spune:
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    -o blonda se plimba prin cimitir la ora 12 noaptea in spatele ei apare un vampir:
    sunt vampir si sug sange
    blonda nu raspunde, sunt vampir si sug sange, blonda nu-l baga in seama
    vampirul iar spune:
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    la care blonda raspunde foarte iritata
    'SI EU SUG PULA SI NU MA LAUD'

     

    -O blonda si o bruneta mergeau pe strada ... Bruneta il vede pe partea cealalta pe Gigel:
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    -Q: De ce maninca o blonda fasole simbata?
    A: Ca sa poata face baie cu bule duminica.

     

    -care e diferenta dintre un tintar si o blonda ? tintarul daca il pocnesti nu te mai suge.

    -O blonda se hotaraste sa se cuminteasca, asa ca se cupleaza cu un baiat cuminte. Cand, in sfarsit, ajung in pat, tipul ii zice blondei: \"Pot sa-ti zic Ghiocel?\"
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    \"Pai esti al 747-lea...\"

     

    -Erau candva doua curve blonde care au fost arestate de politie.Cand a sosit ziua eliberarii un politist le-a intrebat.
    -Voi ce o sa faceti pe viitor?
    Eu am sa ma duc sa ma futa unu bine de tot.
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    Eu am sa ma marit si vreau sa fac un baiat care sa ajunga fotbalist si sa rateze cu poarta goala.
    -Bine, dar de ce?
    -Ca sa strige galeria ,,baga-mi-as pula in mata!"

     

    -O blonda mergea cu masina sub limita minima de viteza. Un politist o opreste si ii spune:
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    -Ce-s alea?
    -Pai, niste chestii patrate pe care e poza dvs!
    Blonda cauta in geanta si scoate la un moment dat o oglinda pe care i-o intinde politistului. Acesta zice:
    -Vai,daca stiam ca sunteti politist nu va mai opream!

    -O blonda merge la doctor:
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    -Va doare?intreaba doctorul.
    -Da!
    -Pai de ce nu mi-ati zis? Aveti probleme cu amigdalele..

    -De ce se darima un zid cind o blona il loveste cu capul?
    Cel mai destept cedeaza.

     

    -Ce face o blonda cu o oala de apa fierbinte?
    O pune in congelator. Nu stii cind ai nevoie de apa fierbinte...

     

    -O blonda mergea pe strada si o pasare se caca fix in gura ei.
    La ce se gandeste ea?
    a)Ce bine ca am tinut gura deschisa si nu m-am murdarit pe fata.
    b)Ce bine ca nu zboara vacile.
    c)Ce naspa ca nu zboara penisurile.

     

    -Doua blonde pe o banca in parc. Se apropie de el un necunoscut, se invarte ce se invarte pe langa ele si , la un moment dat zice:
    -Ma fetelor, daca va dau o bomboana ma lasati sa va pun mana pe picioare?
    -Da, sigur, nu e nici o problema!
    Se mai gandeste asta ce se mai gandeste si zice:
    -Ma fetelor, daca va dau o bomboana ma lasati sa va pun mana pe sani:
    -Da, sigur, nu ne suparam!
    A treia oara:
    -Ma fetelor, daca va dau o bomboana ma lasati sa va sarut?
    -Da, cum sa nu, se rezolva!
    Mai sta tipul pe ganduri, la care una ii zice celeilalte:
    -Hai, fa, draq, de-aici, ca pana ne fute asta dam in diabet!

     

    -I: De ce au blondele ochii albastri ?
    R: Fiindcã au supt pixul.

     

    -La etajul 60, intr-un zgirie nori: un Irlandez, un Mexican si un Blond. Ora prinzului. Irlandezul se uita in pachet:
    - Iar friptura rece? Dac mai gasesc odata, ma arunc de aici!
    Mexicanul se uita in pachet:
    - Iar turta de porumb? Dac mai gasesc odata, ma arunc de aici!
    Blondul se uita in pachet:
    - Iar sandwich de parizer? Dac mai gasesc odata, ma arunc de aici!
    A doua zi, la ora mesii; Irlandezul deschide cutia, se uita:
    -Nu-mi vine sa cred! Iar friptura rece!? Fockin' life!!!
    Si se arunca jos de la etajul 60.
    Mexicanul deschide cutia, se uita:
    -Nu-mi vine sa cred! Iar turta de porumb!? Puta madre!!!
    Si se arunca jos de la etajul 60.
    Blondul deschide cutia, se uita:
    -Nu-mi vine sa cred! Iar sandwich de parizer!? Mother fucker!!!
    Si se arunca jos de la etajul 60.
    Dupa trei zile, la inmormintare, vaduva Irlandeza si cea Mexicana pling pe rupte ca n-au stiut sa prepare pachetul barbatilor. Vaduva Blondului le zice:
    - Ce va uitati asa? Blondul isi prepara singur pachetul!

    -Q: Ce faci cand o blonda arunca cu un cui in tine ?
    A: Fugi cat poti, pentru ca tine in mana o grenada.

    -Doua blonde gasesc o urma.
    -E de masina, zice una.
    -Ba e de bicicleta, zice cealalta.
    Se cearta ele asa vreo jumate de ora pana le calca trenul!!!

    -Intrebare
    Ce cauta 1000 de blonde pe fundul oceanului?
    Raspuns
    Pe Leonardo di Caprio.

     
    DEOCHIATE:
     
    -Papagalul se duce la vulpe acasa, bate la usa. Deschide vulpea:
    - Vulpeo, hai sa ne fu---!
    -Nici vorba, sunt virgina, fata cuminte si finutza etc. Si ii inchide usa.
    A doua zi papagalul nu se lasa, iar se duce la vulpe.
    -Vulpitzo, hai sa ne fu---.
    Vulpea iar il refuza.
    La fel si ziua urmatoare. Pleaca ofticat papagalul si pe drum se intalneshte cu porcul.
    -Unde te duci porcule
    -Vreau s-o f-- pe vulpe.
    -Degeaba, nu se lasa.
    -Fii atent aici, zice porcul.
    Bate la usa, iese vulpea...
    -Hai sa ne fu---
    -Bine. Intra porcul si o fu-- pe vulpe
    MORALA: Degeaba esti papagal, ca sa fu-- o femeie trebuie sa fii porc.

    -De cite tipuri este sexul?
    De patru tipuri:
    1. Cind ai cu cine si n-ai cu ce - tragic
    2. Cind ai cu ce si n-ai cu cine - trist
    3. Cind ai cu cine, ai cu ce si n-ai unde - studentesc
    4. Cind ai cu cine, ai cu ce, ai unde, dar DE CE! - filozofic

    -Cica un popa, ca sa-si modernizeze biserica, isi ia calculator, si cum veneau enoriasii la spovedanie, el le calcula frumos totul
    Intr-o zi vine o tipa:
    -Parinte, am preacurvit...
    Popa calculeaza el acolo si-i zice
    -20 de matanii si 3 zile post
    Peste 3 zile iar
    -Parinte iar am preacurvit
    Asta calculeaza din nou:
    -30 matanii si 5 zile post
    Peste 5 zile:
    -Parinte, iar am preacurvit
    Popa calculeaza... si calculeaza... si se gandeshte... si zice:
    -Mai du-te si ia o muie, ca-mi da cu virgula......

    -El: Stinge lumina !
    Ea stinge lumina.
    El: Dezbraca-te!
    Ea se dezbraca.
    El: Ia-o in gura !
    Ea: Asta nu !
    El: Alta n-am!

    -Bula o priveste pe maica-sa care face baie.
    - Mama, ce ai intre picioare ?
    - Un arici.
    - No, vezi sa nu-ti intre-n pizda!

    -Q:CARE-I ASEMANAREA DINTRE MAFIE SI A DA LIMBI IN PIZDA?
    A:UN PAS GRESIT SI AI DAT DE CACAT.

     

    -Un sadic si un homosexual joaca poker pe pedepse. Prima partida este castigata de homosexual, care , ca pedeapsa il pune pe sadic sa i se supuna .
    A doua partida, castigata de sadic.Acesta il invita pe homosexual in sura si-i prinde pula in menghina, la care homosexualul:
    -Acum ce ai de gand, sa-mi tai pula?
    -Nu , pe aia ti-o tai tu, ca eu merg sa dau foc surii.

     

    -Un tip i se adreseaza unei tipe intr-un bar:
    -Vrei sa jucam Magic?
    -Ce-i ala?
    -Mergem la mine acasa, ne futem si dupa aia dispari.

     

    -Un roman, un francez si un englez in vizita la New York...
    In fata statuii Libertatii:
    Francezul:Oh c'est merveileuse ,c'est magnifique!
    Englezul:it's wonderfull,masterpiece!
    Romanul:Mama, sa-mi bag pulaaaa!!!

     

    -O portocala, o banana si o p...a stateau de vorba:
    Portocala: Am asa o viata grea! Oamenii baga cutitul in mine, ma decojesc, ma rup in bucati mici si ma mananca!
    Banana: Mie imi rup pielea in fasii si ma decojesc putin cate putin iar dupa aia ma mananca!
    P..a: Asta nu e nimic! Pe mine ma tin nespalata cu saptamanile, dupa aia ma pun intr-un sac lipicios de caucuic, ma baga intr-o camera stramta si fierbinte unde ma dau cu capul de toti peretii pana borasc!

    -2 babe discutau:
    -Ieri s-a dat pensia..
    -Ei, s-a dat pula
    -Si eu, proasta, am luat pensia.

     

    -Un punk-er urcã într-un autobuz. Pãrul sãu era fãcut spice, colorat verde,rosu,albastru si portocaliu. Hainele îi erau o amestecãturã de cîrpe si piele, picioarele îi erau goale si corpul îi era plin de cercei. Se asazã pe singurul loc liber, exact în fatza unui bãtrîn, care se tot holba la el.
    - Ce te tot holbezi, mosule? Ce, tu n-ai fãcut nimic aiurea cînd erai tînãr?
    Bãtrînul:
    - Ba da. Odatã, cînd eram în marinã, m-am îmbãtat în Singapore si am futut un papagal. Mã gîndeam cã esti fiul meu.

     

    -Bula si cu Strula erau prieteni. Pleaca Strula in Germania si isi cumpara un aparat de facut laba. Il vede si Bula, pleaca in Germania si isi cumpara si el unul.
    Ajunge acasa, si-l pune, are un orgasm, doua, nu se mai oprea...
    Il suna Bula disperat pe Strula:
    -Bai Strula, zi-mi cum se opreste aparatul de facut laba, ca mor aici!
    -Are un buton galben?
    -Da.
    -Are un buton verde?
    -Da!
    -Are un buton rosu?
    -Nu.
    -Ai belit pula, e aparatul de muls vaca, pana la 30 de kile nu se mai opreste.

     

    -Stefan cel Mare in lupta cu Baiazid.
    Stefan se scoala intr-o dimineata si striga catre Baiazid:
    -Baiazidee!!
    -Ce e, ba??spune Baiazid
    -Muie, ba!!
    Baiazid se zgarie pe fata de ciuda.
    A doua zi la fel.
    In a treia zi Baiazid se trezeste inaintea lu` Stefan si striga:
    -Stefanee!!
    -Ce vrei, ba?? raspunde Stefan
    -Muie, ba!!
    -Vine acum!

     

    -Trei tipi se hotarasc sa se duca la o curva.
    Unu' cu sula cat bratu, unu cu sula normala si unu cu sula cat destu' mic. Intra in antecamera si ala cu brandu' zice: Ba baieti, io primu' ca-s tata-l vostru la sule.
    Intra asta, se aude slab aaah ah aaaah si iese dupa 10 minute - isi aprinde o tigare si zice: i-am rupt pizda. Al doilea intra si el intaratat, se aude ceva mai tare aaah aaaaah aaahhaaa si iese dupa 15 min. Isi aprinde o tigare si zice: I-am rupt curu..
    Intra si mezinu' ce sa faca si el si se aude un strigat infiorator aaaaaaahhaaaaa si tot asa 20 de minute. Iese, isi aprinde o tigare si zice: I-am rupt un picior...

     

    -Stiti care este definitia limbii ?
    Limba este un organ musculos care face legatura intre marul lui adam si parul lui madam

    -O doamna chiama dulgherul sa localizeze si sa repare un zgomot sacaitor pe care-l auzea in casa. Acesta vine si intreaba:
    -Cum se face ca acum nu aud nimic?
    -Nu e intodeauna: numai cand trece autobuzul pe strada.
    -Si de unde il auziti?
    -Din sifonier.
    -Bun, am sa intru in sifonier si cand trece autobuzul o sa-mi dau seama ce este.
    Zis si facut. Dar, dupa cateva minute, sotul doamnei vine in graba acasa sa se schimbe caci avea o intalnire importanta. Deschide sifonierul si da cu ochi de dulgher. La care acesta:
    -Daca-ti spun ca astept autobuzul, ma crezi....?

    -Scufita Rosie mergea la bunica prin padurice, o vede lupul, o fugareste, Scufita alearga, alearga si pana la urma se salveaza la casa bunicii.
    Morala: cele mai bune prietene ale unei fete sunt picioarele.
    A doua zi cand Scufita Rosie mergea la bunica, lupul o vede, o alearga, de data asta o prinde si o violeaza.
    Morala: si cele mai bune prietene se pot desparti...

    -Bula disperat dupa ceva de futut , se duce la bunicasa si ii spune:
    -Bunicooo te fut fa si io o data?
    (bunica:)
    -Ce ai Bula...io sunt femeie batrana!!!
    -Hai fha bunico fa!!!
    .......
    Convinsa in cele din urma , bunica urca cu Bula in podul casei sa si-o traga cu el.
    In timp ce Bula dadea la buci il vazu si pe tasu cu masa dupa un maldar :
    -Tata ce draq faci mah acolo?
    -Ete o fut pe mata!
    -He he , ce coincidenta...si io la fel!!!

     

    -Capra si cei trei iezi si-au cumparat la casa usa moderna de metal...
    Intr-o zi, capra le-a zis:
    -Eu plec sa iau d-ale gurii...sa-mi deschideti cand ma auziti spunand: "Sug lapte! Sug lapte!
    -Bine, mama !!!
    Lupul dupa usa auzi si imediat dupa plecarea caprei veni la usa si incepu sa zica:
    -Sug lapte! Sug lapte!
    Atunci, iezii zic:
    -Sugi pula, ca avem vizor !!!

     

    -O blonda cade de la etajul zece al unui bloc. In timp ce cade o prinde un barbat pe la etajul opt;Aceasta il roaga:
    -Te rog, tine-ma !
    -Te futi?
    -Nu
    -Atunci dute!Si ii da drumul.
    Pe la etajul cinci o prinde altul:
    -Tine-ma te rog!
    -Iei muie?
    -Nu
    -Atunci dute!
    Pe la etajul trei o prinde altul.Aceasta disperata,incepe si-i spune!
    -Ma fut,iau muie fac ce vrei tu!
    Cand aude,acesta ii spune:
    -Du-te dracu de curva! Si ii dai drumul.

    -Parintii lui Gigel doresc sa faca sex dar nu stiu ce sa se faca cu copilul. Barbatului însa, îi vine o idee:
    - lonica, iesi putin pe balcon si povesteste-ne frumos ce se întîmpla pe-afara.
    lonica iese pe balcon si povesteste:
    - Nea lon de la parter si-a dus cîinele într-o tufa sa faca pipi... Un politai cauta ceva... Tanti Paraschiva tocmai a plecat cu prietenul ei... Parintii lui Vasilica si-o trag...
    - De unde-o mai stii si pe asta? îl întreaba tatal, din camera.
    - Sta si el singur pe balcon, ca mine.

    -Bula si Strula gasesc o gaina cu oua de aur.
    Gaina:- nu ma mancati, ca va dau la fiecare cate trei oua.
    - Ce sa facem cu ele?
    - Daca spargeti unul si va puneti o dorinta, vi se indeplineste.
    - OK.
    Se intalnesc ei dupa un an. Strula - Mertan, gagici, $, etc. Bula, nimic.
    Strula: - Ce-ai facut, ma? Uite-te la mine ce bine am ajuns.
    Bula: - Stai sa vezi. Cum am ajuns acasa, m-am impiedicat de prag, mi s-a
    spart un ou si am mai si injurat "Mii de puli". Si s-a umplut casa de puli.
    - Asa, si?
    - Pai, al doilea ou, l-am spart: "Sa plece toate pulile"
    - Si al treilea ou? Macar niste dolari, acolo...
    - Pai, al treilea a trebuit sa-l sparg ca sa vina a mea inapoi...

     

    -Un fotbalist la preot:
    -Parinte , in RAI se joaca fotbal ?
    -Trebuie sa ma documentez , vino maine !
    ... Maine
    -Parinte , ei ?
    -Am o veste buna si una rea : Cea buna :Da , se joaca fotbal .
    Cea Rea : Joi ai meci ...

    -La tara, un postas se duce cu corespondenta. La un moment dat, ajunge
    la o casa. Bate omul la usa, insa nu-i raspunde nimeni. Mai bate odata! Tot la
    fel. Se uita pe geam si vede in casa un barbat si o femeie, goi-pusca.
    Femeia era intinsa in pat, cu un deget in vagin si unul pe covor, iar
    barbatul pe covor, cu un deget in cur si unul in acvariu. Contrariat,
    postasul mai bate odata la usa, dar tot nu-i raspunde nimeni. Pleaca mai
    departe, la vecinul ciudatilor.
    Ajuns la vecin, il intreaba: "Domnule, am fost la vecinii dumitale si
    uite ca am patit? Si-i povesteste toata tarasenia...
    - A, zice vecinul, pai vecinii mei sunt surdo-muti si dumneata ai
    nimerit tocmai cand se certau.
    - Cum, dom'le, ca nu faceau nici un gest?
    - Pai, ea ii spunea lui: "Du-te-n pizda ma-tii si bate covoarele!", iar
    el ii spunea ei: "Ma pupi in cur, ma duc la peste!"

    -

    Parazitii-Fii Pregatit

    I:
    Democratia e un haos controlat, baga la cap
    Banu' conduce partidu' suprem, esti controlat
    Libertatea o furi in momentele in care

    Te simti fericit Si-ti permiti un moment de relaxare
    Sa mori pentru patrie, astea-s povesti
    Tre' sa gasesti ceva pentru care merita sa traiesti
    Prostii mor pentru ideile celor destepti
    Si nu exista oameni 100% corecti
    Cei bogati ignora oamenii desculti, invata s-asculti
    Nu dispretui oamenii saraci dar culti
    Vei reusi, vei fi privit cu admiratie si ura
    Vei fi invidiat pentru femeia ta buna da pula
    Legile sunt pentru noi, cei de rand
    Si asta nu se va schimba curand
    Incearca sa ma crezi pe cuvant
    Nu poti forta un om sa te placa
    Nu esti bine venit, pleaca !
    Orice rau in final tre' sa treaca
    Daca oamenii sunt caini cand e vorba de ce-i al lor
    Mare atentie, nu cumva sa ramai dator
    Poti fi tras in pula de cel mai apropiat,
    Poti fi inselat de curva cu care imparti acelasi pat
    Sa ceri sprijin de la cei care se clatina e egal
    Cu a cauta recunoasterea in discuri de platina.

    Refren(x2):
    Fii pregatit sa gresesti, pregatit sa urasi
    Tre' sa privesti cu detasare, mental sa fii tare
    Fii pregatit sa insulti, pregatit sa minti
    Adevarul e subiectiv caci e scuipat printre dinti.

    III:
    Pregatit sa mori sarac, sa ai, sa cazi
    Sa n-ai, sa iei, sa dai ?? ca toti te plac asa
    Fii pregatit munti de ura sa infrunti
    Sa ai puterea sa zambesti vazandu-ti parintii carunti
    Cand toate nu merg sau merg prost
    Fara cuvinte invata sa mergi cu pasi mari inainte
    Respecta-ti aproapele sau nu, fii tu
    Nu fii ce te vor altii, respecta legile (sau nu)
    Pregatit sa te surprinda nepregatit viata
    Sa-ti pierzi copii, nevasta, da-o-n mortii ei si p-asta
    Asa zisii prieteni te judeca-n lipsa
    Si-ti intorc spatele atunci cand esti cu mana intinsa
    Pregatit sa fii privit cu ura si dispret
    Atunci cand ai puterea sa faci ceva cu adevarat maret
    Nu te lasa condus, nu ai de ce s-admiti
    Ai o sansa in viata in fatza, invata sa profiti,
    Nu simti durere, nu simti iubire si apreciere
    Cand tot in lumea asta se rezuma la avere
    Eu astept sa fiu lovit, astept zambind
    Pentru tot ce am vazut pana acum sunt pregatit.

    Refren(x2):..

    April 24

    Diss that muthafawcka

    Post your disses HERE, from anyone to anyone
    Thanx, unless ur dissing me ...
    Peace
     
     
    OOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOO
    Zhadow goes against Kyuuby
    HOT
    Let's see what kyuuby has to say
     
    Yeah Buoy Lil'D cray-z!
    EAT THAT, ZHADOW!
    Still wating for Kyuuby ... YAWN |-)
     
    Man look at this punk comin out from no where to "interupt" us -,-'
     
    Whatz yo I gotta say...amazing disses from both of you! Keep that shit up (it's fun! well for me)
     
    Yuh bitch you gettin dissed 3-ways now!
    Dw a forth is commin'
    And yo kyuuby hes allready gettin' schooled
    Fuck man, your R.O.B.O.T. got me horny
     
    Here goes a LONG....MUTHAFUCKIN....DISS
    From the zhadows, D UNIT! :P
     
    Whatz check Lil'D'z Punk dissing abilityes :P
     
    Yo KoL and ZoL I hope y'all understood that if you gonna keep dissin then Diss someone else for fucks sake y'all suposed to be friends
    D-Unit!
    April 18

    300 Walls and Gunnin'

    Wanna rhyme Z?

    Here I am

    Same ol' G

    One good thing we say

    =Two bad thingz she understands

    How she gonna call Kyuuby a moron

    Whatz that? War's ON

    Cuz her mouth got bigga'

    He may be white

    But he still my Nigga

    No one fucks with that

    That's sacred shit

    No one fucks it up

    Not one bit

    If you ride with me to the end

    We be keepin' shit real

    I dont pretend

    No one's gonna fuck with you

    No one's gonna shoot you down

    No one's gonna make you look like a clown

    No one's gonna talk shit bout your shit

    No one's gonna keep us legit

    No one, but me!

    Even from the penetentary

    So pay attention, B

    This to anybody who fucks with my homies

    I'l murder you, Kill you

    Cut you and conceal you

    Z, Don't worry for us

    If bloodz want blood that what they gonna get

    Cut there skin 24/7 with no regret

    They all think were some cheap ass gold diggaz

    But we all Fucked up STREET Wiggaz

    We may get in deep shit

    But we pull each other up real quick

    300 obstacles I faced

    300 insults I embrassed

    But I'm still here, face to face

    Bitches tryna hide from me

    I can see 'em from outerspace

    Gun em Down

    Bu-Bu-Buck Em ALL

    Fu-Fu-Fuck Em ALL

    If you love yo' Girl

    Hold her tight tonight

    And everythin's gonna be aiight

    Even when you hear me say Yeah Riight

    Even when you get in a Fight

    But when she leaves you

    Don't cry, don't die, don't fly

    Don't even ask why

    If you a real man

    You don't need no one

    Just yourself and your gun

    Love is our 101

    But when it's gone, IT'S GONE

    There's gotta be a better one

    Yo,

    Can't tell you what to do

    Can't tell you when to do

    Cuz you do Whut the fuck you want to

    Get my drift?

    It goes like this:

    I respect you, you respect me

    But if you respect me

    You gonna respect D

    You gonna respect K

    Fuck tomorrow

    And concentrate on today

    You ball with me, I ball with you

    You stick with me, i stick with You

    You pay me and I pay you

    But You touch me and I KILL YOU

    I may not be from the Gutta'

    But when I lose a girl

    I go get anotha'

    I may have a home

    But my souls is street

    I kill if i have to

    And live off a beat

    I ain't no NWA

    No Dr.Dre

    Me, im bigga'

    When i pull that Cheap Ass Trigga'!

     

    And yo, Lemme get this straight with you:

    Kyuuby wasent dissing you

    It's not a diss!

    It's not a diss!

    It's not a diss!

    It's not a diss!

    No, man!

    It's just a diss!!!

    HAHA

    April 15

    Wake Up Z

    Yo Z, This from someone special straigh to yo' place
    No liez, No tricks, No subliminals so better realize!
    Kyuuby Muthafukin' Now!:
     
      Where is the true Gabriel?
     
        Yo,
         Wassup G-I mean Z-I mean
         F.O.R.G.E.T. M.E.
         Take a good, long guess who me could be
          It's Kyuuby, the demon who'll make the Zhadowy
          Pee his pants for pissing me off
          Cuz you go off gettin O.D
            Incredibly
            Incurably
            Inexcusably
           On this new Extasy, called
           Flavinou who will turn your
           Brain into goo
           Cuz I saw the effects too
           Back at school when you told me
           "Stay outta my bussiness,fool!" 
           And that's when I had and epiphany
           That the old G
           Disappeared in a cloud of smoke
           Leaving behind an empty Z acting whack
           Broke not of money but of life
           So I strive to get him back

           I ain't no G, or C, or B
           Or any of the mothafuckin ABC
           Hell no, I ain't wanna-be
           I ain't dissin you Z
           It's just me
           With a message to thee
           That I ride with Alex, my G,
            My buddy, mon ami, my homie
            Or whatever you want him to be.

            Ever since I was a toy-sized kid
            I've always had two best friends who, in time
            Were agry at each other real big
            So in my rhyme right now, what I'm tryin to say
            Is that I'm sick of being the grey
            Between white and black
            But fuck that, to my past, I ain't goin back
            Even if it DOES hurt to say to you shit like that
            The fact that you went offensive on
            Your 4 year-long homie and me
            Shows just how fucked up that crazy-ass chick
            Made your brain to be
            Telling you how bad she wants her grandma back
            And boo-hoo-hoo you reallly believed that
            And it'll come back at you right up your ass-crack
            She told Alex she left him because all this
            Because of suffering and all that shit
            Acting like a real queen of drama
            While telling me "Alex is a loser!! Fuck Grandma!"
            What's up with that?
            This whole shit makes my head turn
            Would you please explain to me this chicks brain pattern?
            This crazy fucked-up chick turned you into a genuine prick
            Instead of your brain, she made you think with your dick
            And now I'm sick 
            Cuz you got in too deep
            So I hope that you come back at least temporarily
            So you can finally walk, act and talk normally.
            So until then, cya, G.
            I gotta go and hang out with my homie.
            After this, I dunno if you'll consider me a loon
            But I say to you B.Y.E. and to Gabriel "Come back soon."
                                    Peace.
     
    April 14

    Yeah Right!

    Flavia, Feel this:

    All i wanted was to hug you,

    Share a kiss with you

    Share my love with you

    Write a diss with you

    My heart was yours

    But i guess you just threw it outdoors

    Juss wanted to be next to you Girl

    Whenever you felt loney or sad

    Help you in good or bad

    So i could whipe your tears with my bandana

    And then maybe go on a trip to Havana

    I gave you my heart

    You tore it apart

    You wanted to die

    While i wanted to take you up to the sky

    Maybe even teach you how to fly

    Don't ask me how and why

    I woudve taken you to the candy shop

    Even if it means i would have to get shot

    9 times in the back of my head

    While try'n a make some money to buy a lump of bread

    I though we had somethin'

    I woudve loved you till the earth stops turning

    You would till my watch stoppes spinning

    You just wanted someone to make out with

    Saw i couldnt do it , said Fuck you Alex

    And got Gabreil into it

    You Said you were proud of me...yeah right!!

    Betcha you just wanted to see me on the next flight

    So you and Gabriel cand do the do tonight

    In the Zhadows, or even under moonlight

    How many lies have you spoken?

    How many hearts have you broken?

    I can't stand this no more

    Better forget about me

    You can walk out my front door

    Dont want fake love anymore!

    Fuck that shit Girl! No more lies!

    I'm a thugh why can't you realize???

    Why is it so hard these days

    For your so called lover to accept your ways

    Wait, lemme rephrase :

    Why you have to make everythin' harder than a maze???

    All i wanted was to look at your pritty face, just Gaze

    And keep on doing it for the rest of my days

    But it ended up blazing, turned to ash

    Made me feel like after a plane crash

    But i was warned, love from distance isin't meant to last

    Now i just cry, lookin back in the past

    Why do you have to acuse me of stuff i didn't commit

    And things I never said, try'n a make me admit

    Ain't my fault your grandma died

    Or that you didn't love me right

    Or that i didn't put you on the spotlight

    But baby you only gave me two weeks

    How was I supposed to take you to boutiques

    Has anyone told you that love speaks?

    All i needed was more time

    To tell you how much it meant to me that you were mine

    But no, you had to FUCK IT, and I though our love was divine

    But thats how it turned out, thats how its gonna be

    Tell you what : Love can't hold me!

     

     

    And Gabriel,

    I ain't as stupid as I sometimes pretend to be

    You should know that better than anyone, B!

    What happened to understanding you'r buddy

    Right before goin to study?

    What happened to the friend

    On wich I used to depend?

    What happened to the Zhadow

    That would allways be there when i was in need

    The one that rescues me from the stampede?

    Whats up with calling me a wanna be?

    Why can't you or maybe you dont wanna see??

    I'm juss beein' me, shit homie

    If I realy wished i was a real muthafuckin' G

    Don't you worry, i would be

    But then again i wouldn't be hangin' out with you or your retarded crew

    Instead of Jackin off the latest model of air jordan shoe

    Wearing cool bandanas all the time

    Gettin my ass shot while gettin mine

    And if I die, then how am I gonna shine?

    Even if it dosent seem so, I got plans for the future

    And no ,muthafucka, I ain't no moocher!

     

    Wanksta, wannabe, superficial and imature

    Thats all my ears kept hearing for weeks

    Shut that shit up cause it's insecure

    I was lookin for a love that speakes

    And I ain't lying, it's for sure

    All I wanted was love that we would represent

    For you and because of you I resent

     

    Now this gets harder to write

    Harder to keep up the fight

    Today's the last day

    I wander if it's allrigh

    Well it ain't, but its OK

    And I rather have it this way

    If im that much of a useless being

    Why is it allways you that i keep seeing

    You don't like my friends, you dont like my clothes

    You don't like my style, you don't like my choice

    Why did I give a fuck, about your voice?

    It's over, now I stand up, walkin tall

    Screaming fuck the world, and fuck all y'all

     

    But now I learned my lesson, No matter who the girl

    Never forget who you are and who you were

    I was about to do that an now im like err...

    Whatever I'l just blame it on her!

    As Vlad said and as Sorin agreed

    There's allways another girl

    Meanwhile juss smoke some weed

    Wanksta or not, the weight is over girl

    No reason for me to hurl

    This ain't no fake shit, this juss my way

    Fuck it, there's nuthin' left to say

    Im gone!

    Author: Roµgh Ridër

     

    Some say like you that I'm a wannabe

    And I fuckin' perfectly agree

    With the girl I love I wanna be

    Why the fuck can't y'all see

    I guess that not allways love blinds

    I know you'r jelous but don't take mines

    Author: Lil'D

    March 24

    Kevin Federline

    In the past few months i did a mistake that I do very often and I'm sure most of you do it : Judging people that you don't really know. Some of you might have heard of Kevin Federline, who's now Britney Spear's Hubby (husband). He is trying to become a rapper. First time i saw him in a magazine i was like " Another wannabe...", and the thing was that all the magazines talked trash bout him and how hes a fake and he cant take care of his kid and whife...all that kinda shit. He didn't seem serious neither he acted like he was livin' in his own dream world thinking that he could rap. (or so the magazines said, Star,People & all those shitty ass magazines that don't mean nuthin for real people) Today, I saw an interview of him on XXL (This a real magazine =), one worth reading ) and the truth is I realy started to like him... he said something that ment alot to me, because alota people, especialy parents think that rap dosen't mean anything, or worse, some don't even call it music. I love rap (more than anything except my family and some realy close people) and if you take your time to listen to it it will mean something. "There's no need for you to fear me if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me"-2pac, Ghetto Gospel, May he R.I.P. I don't listen to much rock but I find most of it meaningless (course there are allways exceptions). This is what Kevin said bout rap: "It was different. It's not like your playng guitar or drums, banging your head. It was more like poetry."---This guy is so right! He's got all my respect! Personaly, i think that his whife (Britney) is a slut, but there I go again, judging people that I don't know shit about!!

    So, the point is, never judge people that you don't know nothing other than what other people say bout them. WORD

    Much success in your life with your raps Kevin!!!

    Peace

    by Alex aka The Reaper

    EEG'z

    zacas_1@hotmail.com

    March 16

    Young Buck arrested in 2003 (beef)

    G-Unit’s Young Buck (a.k.a. David Darnell Brown) wanted for stabbing the bastard who punched Dr. Dre

    Dude, Young Buck let his emotions get a hold of him. He had good intentions, but those pesky video cameras got the best of him. If caught, Young Buck has a lot of shit riding against his ass. We’re talkin’ couple of drug arrests, as well as busts for domestic assault and driving without a license. ‘Driving without a license’?! Where did that come from?

    Since we try to report raw info, we go straight to the G In Da House Message Board where we have various 15-year old kids following the story. One kid named "Shizzle" says:

    WHAT UP YALL I HEARD ON THE RADIO THIS MORNING, THAT AT THE VIBE AWARDS LAST NIGHT AS DR. DRE AND HIS WIFE WERE STANDING THERE RIGHT BEFORE HE ENTERED THE STAGE A GUY WALKED UP TO HIM AND STARTED TALKING TO HIM AND THEN THE MAN STARTED SWINGING ON HIM AND I GUESS YOU KNOW THAT G-UNIT WENT TO WORK………..NOW IN THE MIST OF THIS SOMEBODY GOT STABBED BUT THEY HAVEN’T SAID WHO, SO LET’S JUST PRAY THAT IT’S NOT YOURS TRULEY, A MOMENT OF SILENCE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! I WISH THEY COULD ALL JUST STOP THE VIOLENCE!!!!!!!! [G In Da House]

    Another wise 12-year old, code named, Blah, gives his 50 cents:

    gunit young buck stabbed (Jimmy James Johnson) the guy that hit dr dre. now young buck has a warrant out for him. mr johnson is friends with Suge Knight. mr johnson has a collapsed lung and is in criticle condison. so thats all i know right now

    Oh yeah, you can also check out All Hip Hop for the latest if Blah & Shizzle don’t cut it.

    Believe what you want. We just create gossip.

     

     

    Scandalous Comments

    Jackson

    man….don’t let Young Buck go out like Shyne!!!!

    Thursday, November 18, 2004 at 11:24 pm

    Faisal

    I think he’ll be leaving the country soon never to be seen again.

    Thursday, November 18, 2004 at 11:32 pm

    Jasmine

    I love Young Buck, I follow the news and everything so if he go down Ima write him as soon as possible!!! Ima true Young Buck fan!

    Wednesday, January 26, 2005 at 5:02 pm

    Faisal

    The dude had his chance to leave the country…he could have lived like a king in small islands across the globe. poor guy. Now he has to risk his ass in prison—I bet there are some angry suge knight friends waiting to pounce!

    Wednesday, January 26, 2005 at 5:51 pm

    tiyya

    if they would have had heavy security there, it wouldnt have happen i mean come on, a awards for a bunch a rappers that beef 90 percent of the time on their records meet up. im wit ya buck im by ya side just give me that address on where ya be and ill write or call ya ass.

    (Subscribed to this post's Bastardly Commentary) Thursday, April 7, 2005 at 11:39 am

    Danny

    I love Young Bucks’s style of rapping. He can really flow on a club track (not just talking about his bitches and his loot). However, he is a complete and utter idiot. He should have fought with his fists like a man instead of pulling out a knife and stabbing that dude’s flesh like a coward. What if he had murdered the son-of-a-bitch? Stupid.

    These violent bastard children of…. violent bastard children don’t think and act like a bunch of freaking gorillas. Oh yeah, he is part of the "G" aka "Gorilla" Unit. Asswipes. 50 you sure can choose a name for a group can’t you…dumbass.

    I am a man of color, so this is not a racist rant here people. Freaking embarrassing to me is what this is.

    Now we have 50 feuding with Nas over crap and The Game hating on 50. I think 50 is getting too big for his britches. His ego is the size of his pecs. His "roid" pecs that is.

    Give it a rest you illiterate bastards with money…please and thank you.

    Wednesday, August 17, 2005 at 9:19 pm

    moni aka young buck's wifey

    yall need 2 get off buck cuz yall aint him he do wat da fuck he want 2 do jus lyke yall do he is a grown ass man so he got da right 2 do wat da fuck he please str-8 up.

    (Subscribed to this post's Bastardly Commentary) Thursday, November 24, 2005 at 12:09 am

    March 03

    Young Buck Biography

    To most, rapper Young Buck was a fresh face when he became a member of 50 Cent's crew G-Unit, but he spent a long time waiting on the bench before that. The Nashville, TN, native started rapping at 12 and was in a recording studio by 14, the same age he was when he began peddling narcotics. Cash Money's main man, Brian "Baby" Williams, caught a 16-year-old Young Buck at a rap battle and soon the rapper was out of high school and in New Orleans, crowded into a small apartment with the rest of the Cash Money crew. Dedicated heart and soul to the crew, Buck "secured" the expensive cars for Juvenile's 1999 "Ha" video and spent the next four years working behind the scenes. It was too long for him not to get his own shot at stardom, so Buck left Cash Money and headed home. Back peddling and pushing, Buck paid the price when his door was kicked in by one man, guns blazing. He made it out the back with two gunshot wounds.

    Around this time, Buck partnered with rapper D-Tay and the duo released the Thuggin' Til the End album on Next Level in 2000. The album didn't make much of an impact, but Cash Money was back on the phone, asking Buck to return to the label. He did, but after two weeks of just sitting around the office, Buck felt he was stuck once again. He ran into Juvenile -- who was ready to split with Cash Money at the time -- and hit the road with the rapper. When the tour hit New York City Buck met 50 Cent and was soon asked to join his G-Unit crew. He did -- with Juvenile's blessing -- and co-wrote and appeared on the 50 Cent track "Bloodhound." G-Unit's full-length debut, Beg for Mercy, brought Buck to everyone's attention in 2003. It had gone double platinum by the time Buck's first G-Unit associated record, Straight Outta Cashville, appeared on Interscope in 2004.

    Young Buck Interview

    Interview:

    Birth Date: March 15, 1981

    Birth Name: David Brown

    How'd You Get in The Game?:

    Rap Music, Music was always a part of my life from the beginning. I got in the game from just being heard back in the day. I ran into Cash Money and it didn't happen from there. That was the first established group of people that I met who were ready and were making money in the game. That was 4 years ago. Music has always been a part of me but It just got serious in the past 5 or 6 years.

    How'd You Hook Up With G-Unit?:

    After my situation with cash money didn't work, I went back to Nashville, TN. I did whatever it takes to make money. I built a relationship with Juvenile. I was at home, and he decided to create a label. So I decided to go out with him on the road, and record, shop myself and with him. We went to NY two and a half years ago .. Juvi had a studio in his bus, and was looking to work with other artists. 50's name was brought up and I was a fan, so I really wanted to make it happen. So 50 ended up coming through, and brought Banks & yayo. We just vibed, we played songs, and he was playing his shit, I was playing mine. It led to us recording a song. It was on "50 Cent's The Future" Mixtape. I had a little 8 bar verse titled a "little bit". From then, I just stayed in touch. 50 said that if my situation happens, I'll come for you, I'll holla. And he did.

    What's Your Favorite Song off 'Beg for Mercy'?/Why?:

    'G'd Up'. I like the song. For 1, the track is crazy. It was produced by Dr. Dre. It has me, Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent on the song. It's what the average ghetto child goes through everyday, and we touching on that subject in the song.

    What's Your Favorite Song of all time?/Why?:

    Tupac's 'All Eyes On Me'. I really like that song for the simple fact that I feel it now. I understand a little more about what he was saying in that song, and what I'm seeing now.

    Who were your influences growing up?:

    I caught the Tupac/Biggy era. Tupac, Dre, Eminem. I'm young so I pay my respect to the old school, but I can't sit here and tell you that I was listening to those records and understood what it was saying.

    What Made You Want to be a Rapper?:

    I've been illegal for so long you understand? Just to do something that I'd love to do, and its legal. It drew my attraction because I've got a true love for the music before the money. So if I can do something I love and make money I'm with it. My inspiration is my Daughter. To provide for her. That's my Extra Push. I don't' ever want to go back to Having Nothing. That makes me go 10 times harder then the average rapper.

    What Artist and/or Producer Would You Like to Work with?:

    Timbaland. I wouldn't mind working with Timbaland. As far as artists I've always wanted to work with 50, Em, Dr. Dre, and Snoop.. so that has come true. I've accomplished that. I wouldn't mind working with Scarface, Jay-Z and Snoop on my Solo Project.

    How do you feel about the Southern Rap Movement being so strong right now?:

    I respect all Southern Artists. The South .. We got a lot of weight on our shoulders. Anyone coming from the south I got a ear for. I love Little John, DTP, Luda's whole thing, TI, UGK, Style Camp, Serving the world click they gone be real hot.

    What other Album, aside from 'Beg For Mercy', are you anticipating this year?:

    We so focused. All I'm worried about is this 'Beg for Mercy' Album. I can't stop listening.

    What's your Most Memorable Moment Since Everything Jumped Off In The Past Year?:

    Buying my Mamma a house, and seeing a smile on her face. I lived in the projects till I was 22 years old. I'm 22 now. I lived in the project by choice. The lifestyle became accustomed to me and my family, so you don't really want to leave. When I got my Mamma up out of there, that's the most memorable thing in my life.

    What do you do in your free time when you have it?:

    Smoke Weed.

    What's the Difference between performing Here in the US and Abroad?:

    I think that here they know the music. They get a chance to see you here. Overseas you don't get to see us period, so the thought of us not coming back draws everybody, and it makes more people come together, it's a lot more energy.

    Anything Else You Want to Say?:

    The Dirty South Is here. Nashville, TN, that's where I'm from! It was a long time coming, but we here now, and it's all good.

    The Game Biography

    The Game is from the birthplace of Gangsta’ Rap, Compton, CA.
     But this is a new, different Westside story, one that joins
     with the Eastside while paying respects to rap’s hardcore
     pioneers of the ‘80s, NWA. The Game, a former gangbanger
     who turned to rap after being shot five times and left for dead,
     is about peace not war. Working closely with Dr. Dre on his debut album;
     This Game is for real.
     
     The Game Vol. 1, (Aftermath/G Unit/Interscope), the debut album from The Game
     (a/k/a Jayceon Taylor), announces the arrival of the most significant West Coast
     gangsta rapper since Snoop Dogg more than a decade earlier.
     With guest spots from 50 Cent, Nate Dogg and several others
     as well as producers from Dr. Dre to Kanye West to Just Blaze
     and tracks such as “Like Father Like Son,” “Church For Thugs,”
     “Dreams,” “Where I’m From” and “Westside Story,” The Game Vol.
     1 resurrects the truth, spirit and hope of hardcore rap.
     “A lot of rap today is bubblegum bullshit that says nothing
     and means nothing to anybody living in the ‘hood,” says the
     24-year-old with a tattoo of NWA’s Eazy-E on his right forearm.
     “I’m not knocking anybody’s hustle but I can’t feel what’s in
     hip-hop today. Everybody’s rapping but they’re not saying
     anything. NWA, Biggie, 2Pac, Snoop and Jay-Z all had something
     to say then Biggie, Pac and Eazy died and it was devastating.
     We almost let rap die until the Great White Hype (Eminem) saved
     hip-hop and 50 dropped the gangsta wake-up call. I feel like it’s
     my turn now and I can fill the shoes.”
     What all three have in common is the guiding hand of Dr. Dre, Compton’s
     own and one of the founding members of NWA. “The best moment I’ve had
     in rap was walking into his studio in 2002 and Dre saying he heard a
     mix tape of my freestyles and wanted to sign me,” says Game. “Trying
     to act cool? I was frozen. I’m still starstruck with Dre. He’s been almost
     20 years at the top. That I get to soak up the game from a musical genius
     like him gives me a 20-year head start on everybody else. He’s like the
     father I never had. Everything about a
     father throwing a baseball to his son in the suburbs, that’s what NWA was
     to me. They were the only role models I had besides Michael Jordan.
     Eazy was the father of hardcore and I don’t understand why he only
     gets honorable mention when people talk about rap.”
     Game’s beloved grandmother nicknamed him Game because he was always game
     for anything--basketball, running track, riding bikes, playing in the streets.
     Family problems related to his father caused him to be placed in a foster home
     from the third grade to the ninth grade. “My childhood was fucked up but it
     wasn’t really that different from anyone else who lived in the ‘hood,” he says.
     Soon after he was returned to his mother, one of his older brothers, Jevon, was
     shot and killed. The Game then started running behind another older brother,
     Big Fase 100, who had been taken in by the Cedar Block Piru Bloods, even though
     they grew up in a Crip neighborhood called Santana Block on Compton’s East Side.
     Fase tried to keep him away from thuggin’ but, once it became clear that Game
     was going to be there, his brother was determined to teach him how to survive
     on the streets. Then, after graduating high school in 1999, an older adopted
     brother, Charles, was shot and killed. “People don’t know what type of toll
     that takes on your life,” he says. “Especially being young and just fresh out
     in the world.” A one-time star shooting guard for Compton High School who was
     offered scholarships to various colleges, the 6-foot-4 Game now started gangbangin’
     hard--car thefts, drug dealing and shootings. Finding him too much to handle,
     his mother kicked him out of her house.
     In 2000, The Game and his brother moved into the projects in a nearby city
     and took over its drug trade. Their success attracted rivals.
     Late on the night of October 1, 2001, Game was alone in their apartment when
     there was a knock on the door. Game became victim to a home invasion.
     “That was the biggest learning experience ever in my life. This sounds
     crazy but I appreciate that happening to me, because I’d probably be dead
     if it didn’t. Anybody who gets shot and survives feels lucky. On the other
     hand I went through so much already that I felt somebody owed me. Now I
     could live out my dreams.”
     He sent his brother to buy new copies of all the classic rap albums, East Coast
     and West Coast – Dre’s The Chronic, Big’s Ready To Die, Jay-Z’s Reasonable Doubt,
     Ice Cube’s Death Certificate, Snoop’s Doggystyle, 2Pac’s All Eyez On Me, every Kool
     G Rap record, and anything from NWA. He studied them carefully over the next five months.
     In December 2001, he rapped for the first time. “I mixed everybody’s style into one.
     That’s why some people feel that I sound like I’m from the East Coast even though
     I rap about the West Coast.”
     He also hopes the purpose of the graphic nature of The Game Vol. 1
     doesn’t get twisted. “I’m telling my story. I’m out to please no
     one but myself. I’m not telling anybody to sell drugs or pick up
     guns. When I sold drugs it was because it was my last resort,
     because I had four sisters and an older brother and we were
     eating Cheerios on Thanksgiving. When I picked up a gun it was
     because my life was threatened. If you don’t want to hear that;
     then don’t listen. I’m not glorifying the life I lived because
     I wouldn’t wish that on anybody. I’m just one human being raised
     in the ‘hood who wanted nothing more than to get out.”
     His sole regret is that his grandmother--the only person who ever
     believed he could make it out--passed away before she could see
     his success not just in rap but in life: In summer 2003, Game became
     a father for the first time with son Harlem Caron Taylor. He says the
     best moment he’s ever experienced was watching his son’s mother give
     birth: “That was some next level shit. I’ve never been so happy. I
     wanted to bring him into the world so much that I was going, ‘Come on!’”
     There’s more than anger in this next generation NWA. There’s pride and
     even optimism for the future. “I gave all I could to this album, it’s me.
     Enjoy it because it’s the last time I’m living it. As humans we grow and
     the next album will be about how I’m living now--and I’m loving life.”

     2nd part:
     The Game was born and raised in Compton,
     California Known to be Piru Blood gang
     member, he grew up in a Crips' neighborhood
     known to be Santana Blocc. The rapper's
     nickname is said to have been coined by
     his grandmother, who supposedly said that
     he was always "game" for anything. The Game was
     shot five times after a failed drug deal in 2001.
     While recovering in the hospital he decided to
     pursue a career in the rap world. The Game stated
     that he studied various rap albums in order to
     develop a strategy to become the greatest. After
     being signed independently to JT the Bigga Figga,
     The Game was soon discovered by rap producer
     Dr. Dre [2].
     The Game was originally signed as an artist on
     Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope CEO Dr Dre
     and Jimmy Iovine decided to have The Game work
     with 50 Cent and G-Unit. The arrangement was to
     help build a growing buzz around The Game which
     would also fuel interest in G-Unit. Dr Dre,
     and 50 Cent were executive producers on
     The Game's debut album, The Documentary.
     The album debuted at number one on the
     Billboard music charts and spawned hit
     singles such as "How We Do," "Hate It or Love It," and "Dreams."
     The original title of the album was Nigga Wit'
     An Attitude Volume 1, but an injunction filed
     at the request of Eazy E's widow prevented him
     from using N.W.A.'s name in the album title.
     
    February 14

    Shut up when you talkin to me

    Shut up when you talking to me
    I do not give a fuck
    If you all outta luck
    And do not fucking mock
    Cause you think you are hot
    I’m just speaking me mind
    I don’t think that’s a crime
    I ain’t got no more time
    To hear you fucking whine
    If you can’t do the walk
    Then do not do the talk
    I might not get you shot
    Cause I ain’t like that fuck
    That he thinks he’ll go up
    Destroyi’ng his country

    By sending ‘em to get shot

    Because of his stupidity

    Peeps dying in Middle East

    And he’s having a feast

    But I can’t do any shit

    So keep me out of it
    Do not do complain

    I ain’t taking yo pain

    I do not want to hear it

    Don’t wanna go melee
    Keep outta my way

    You might see a new day
    Just shut up when you talking to me

                         And you may go, hoe, home free

     

     

    By:EruAdan VinDignatio ZoL

       The Zhadows back to give yall a heart attack

     

    February 11

    F*ck That S*it

     

    F*ck That Shi*

     

    Yo I ain't a clown

    And it's time to write

    This shit down.

    Once I was walking down the street

    Pursuing a punk that reacted cheap

    That piece-a junk didn't know

    That he's gettin shot today

    So I sprayed his ase

    And ran the fuck away

    Then I heard a police man say: Hey!

    You can't do that and u can't just walk away

    But Fuck that shit, I ain't ready for jail yet

    So i took a deep breath, and grabed my Old Vet

    I had no choice, shot the cop in his leg

    Ran back to my homies and said:

    Y'all know that officer from the PD last week

    I just shot his leg and now i feel sick

    So they took me to my bed, and layed me down to sleep

    Woke up the next day

    To find that the police was on it's way

    F*ck that shit, this bitch's gay!

    Assembled my crew and went away

    We went to LA on a hollyday

    I was lucky, but next time i' remember:

    Don't shoot no punk untill november

    Now they assemble for some P.U.N.K. revolution

    But i puked on they'r new solution

    Thats how we do it

    Fuck all punks and they'r resolution

    They ain't scared, thats what they say

    But when they saw me, they ran away

    Fuck that shit, I'm hunting em everyday

     

    Peace with few exceptions!

     

    By da Re@per RoL RGPS

    D,H, 4 life

    Everything Together

    Everything Together

     

     

     

    All G's are welcomed to ma neighbourhood

    No punks aloud,y'all understood?

    Cause this is "The G's Hood"

    Getting out of town ain't that easy

    If you aint with no homie

    Even though you're going to NY City

    It's always better

    When homies are together

    Do some gangsta shit

    Raping stuff and nothing to regret

    Gangsta walk and Gangsta Talk

    The gunz ain't for sale

    We just keep in stock

    And hummers either

    We use'em to get straighter

    We got deffence

    And other stuff than "Bloods" or "Crip" dance

    All G's together

    We do make it better

    All for one and one for all

    Thats the Gangsta way

    And we always ready to roll!!!!

    YUH!!!

     

    By Sorin

    D,H, 4 life

    February 10

    Rap Chicks n' Ca$h

    Chicks and Cash are not that diffrent

    They can never separate

    And the guys they rippen

    Girls trip on us and get hot

    We get them on the ground

    With a lot of spaces

    And nothing around

    We make a larger G' breed

    And we'l always be a gang,

    And we'l never get cought

    No matter how many enemies we fought

    Don't be punk

    To get you're girl drunk

    Cause you wont have cash no more

    Cause you gonna be poor

    Thats for sure

    Chicks stay all night, chicks stay all day

    To buy stuff and make you stay

    At the end you got nothing to say

    Cause you're to tired

    And you need to get wired

    Yo, if ur mane is Earl

    All you need is a girl

    And when you date her

    Offer her a pearl

    But if your name ain't Earl

    Than God help you

    You'l need more than just a pearl

    Get alota cash

    And hope u won't crash

    Cause a wussy

    Don't bring home no pussy

    Just go to a bar

    With your new car

    Buy some weed

    And show no greed

    And if you still can't get a girl

    Than shout fuck the world

    And fuck you Earl.

     

    By SOLEX aka The Stone Face Killas

    D,H, 4 life