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Comment ait il pu tomber amoureux de moi???
Comment ait il pu tomber amoureux de moi???
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Salut! Hello! Ca va tout le monde? C Clotilde (CJ, DG).g 18 ans et Je passe la bise a tout le monde que je connais, et a ceux qui je connais pas, bonjour, bonne visite! vous connaitrez bien des choses sur moi, ce que j'aime, et ce que je n'aime pas... A+
NE VOLEZ PAS MES POEMES SVP!!!! SE SONT MES PENSEES, ET JE SUIS SUR QUE VOUS N'AIMERIEZ PAS QUE LES AUTRES VOUS PIQUENT VOS POEMS... MERCI
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demongurl
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Millbrook, NY
États-Unis
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# Posté le jeudi 24 juillet 2008 12:07
Modifié le vendredi 08 août 2008 01:33
Amine
Voila mon ami Amine. Il est super sympas et celibataire et j'adore lui parler. Sa personalité est super et unique. Voici son blog: ici
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# Posté le jeudi 24 juillet 2008 11:49
Modifié le jeudi 24 juillet 2008 12:01
RIP GAVIN 12/15/07
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D HAVE TO WRITE ANOTHER ONE OF THESE...
Gavin was such a good guy going to get married to my sister,
he was run into by a car while he was driving his motorcycle
just in his 20s, he died instantly
RIP GAVIN WE ALL LOVED YOU
I can't write this, it's too painful
Gavin was such a good guy going to get married to my sister,
he was run into by a car while he was driving his motorcycle
just in his 20s, he died instantly
RIP GAVIN WE ALL LOVED YOU
I can't write this, it's too painful
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# Posté le lundi 17 décembre 2007 10:50
Inhale with da Devil (un interlude d'un CD)
(Devilish Moans)
(Deep Inhales)
Lynch: Hey who tha Fucc are you?
Devil: Aw shit, dont you know devils dont die so im bacc in this muthafucka you know?
Lynch: Nigga, nigga fucc you, but umm, when i shot you on tha last shoot...it wasnt to kill you anyway, it was just to see if i was you. you know what im sayin?
(Inhales)
If i died when i shot you, that mean i was tha devil, you know? Based on everybody thought i was dead, i thought i was tha devil but now, since you hear hit this muthafuccin shit
(Devil Inhales)
Lynch: yea thats that cusche nigga
Devil: Damn!
Lynch: see what im sayin?
Devil: Yep..Shit!
(Inhale)
Devil: you know that muthafuckaz thought you was dead?
Lynch: dont trip dont trip
(inhales)
Lynch: ima dead man walkin anyway.
Devil: i know i know, thats cuz you aint got no life nigga, im still hearin shit about you nigga. First i hear you was dead, then i hear you a Baby killa, then i hear you only eat nuthin but meat and 40's.Nigga you aint no Cannibal nigga
Lynch: nigga fuck you, you know what im sayin? You give me somethin that aint me, i feel disrespected you know what im sayin? Fucc around and put a 9 in yo muthafuccin mouth nigga.
Devil: oh oh you a hard muthafucka now you know im sayin. well ill tell you what. Since you atheist and gotta call me manson cuz you dont believe in tha devil you know what im sayin, and aint scared od dying and shit, lets play this little game. You take your 9 and ill take my 9, and we'll cock that shit back you know what im sayin, and we'll point it at each other you know what im sayin, Hit tha joints then okay? We'll play a little game of Russion Roulette then you know?
Lynch: Fucc it fucc it
Both: lets do this shit (then/you know)
(Both cock their guns)
(Both inhale their joints)
(3 gunshots are fired)
(Deep Inhales)
Lynch: Hey who tha Fucc are you?
Devil: Aw shit, dont you know devils dont die so im bacc in this muthafucka you know?
Lynch: Nigga, nigga fucc you, but umm, when i shot you on tha last shoot...it wasnt to kill you anyway, it was just to see if i was you. you know what im sayin?
(Inhales)
If i died when i shot you, that mean i was tha devil, you know? Based on everybody thought i was dead, i thought i was tha devil but now, since you hear hit this muthafuccin shit
(Devil Inhales)
Lynch: yea thats that cusche nigga
Devil: Damn!
Lynch: see what im sayin?
Devil: Yep..Shit!
(Inhale)
Devil: you know that muthafuckaz thought you was dead?
Lynch: dont trip dont trip
(inhales)
Lynch: ima dead man walkin anyway.
Devil: i know i know, thats cuz you aint got no life nigga, im still hearin shit about you nigga. First i hear you was dead, then i hear you a Baby killa, then i hear you only eat nuthin but meat and 40's.Nigga you aint no Cannibal nigga
Lynch: nigga fuck you, you know what im sayin? You give me somethin that aint me, i feel disrespected you know what im sayin? Fucc around and put a 9 in yo muthafuccin mouth nigga.
Devil: oh oh you a hard muthafucka now you know im sayin. well ill tell you what. Since you atheist and gotta call me manson cuz you dont believe in tha devil you know what im sayin, and aint scared od dying and shit, lets play this little game. You take your 9 and ill take my 9, and we'll cock that shit back you know what im sayin, and we'll point it at each other you know what im sayin, Hit tha joints then okay? We'll play a little game of Russion Roulette then you know?
Lynch: Fucc it fucc it
Both: lets do this shit (then/you know)
(Both cock their guns)
(Both inhale their joints)
(3 gunshots are fired)
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# Posté le mardi 23 octobre 2007 09:51
Modifié le mardi 11 décembre 2007 08:28
Locc 2 da Brain
featuring Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan, Mr. Doc
Verse one: Baby X-Rated Locc
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way
Verse two: Big Dan
Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you hide
Chorus: 1X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way
Verse 3: Mr. Doc
Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When they get lit up on they turf
So move on with they life one even left
That since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and what was said
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way
Verse 4: Baby Reg
See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack move
The only thing on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way
Verse 5: Brotha Lynch
You can't see me for the fact the the inside of my stap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-Cal swangs
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live
Cuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in peace
Chorus: repeat 4X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way........
Verse one: Baby X-Rated Locc
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way
Verse two: Big Dan
Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them niggas go
Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you hide
Chorus: 1X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way
Verse 3: Mr. Doc
Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When they get lit up on they turf
So move on with they life one even left
That since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and what was said
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way
Verse 4: Baby Reg
See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack move
The only thing on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way
Verse 5: Brotha Lynch
You can't see me for the fact the the inside of my stap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-Cal swangs
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live
Cuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in peace
Chorus: repeat 4X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it' E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way........
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# Posté le mardi 23 octobre 2007 09:47
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