Link to above song

I am almost entirely positive that this song is ONLY available for download. If I am wrong, I am sorry.



Link to a little less blurry version of this vid

Last edited by RandomGirl on Oct-12-2006 at 09:41

lol your old avatar was in the video

___________________
www.soundcloud.com/rinster

quote:

Originally posted by bidor lol your old avatar was in the video

LOL, I know, and it was right when he was talking about self-respect/esteem, and confidence.

quote:

Originally posted by Theresa LOL, I know, and it was right when he was talking about self-respect/esteem, and confidence.

___________________
www.soundcloud.com/rinster

...that was beautiful. :')

___________________


Found Atlantis - Mixography [mix archive/mokumentary/my soul]?
i writed a song.

yeah, shit song. Its not clever. Its not funny. No message either.

Its from 2004. It should stay there too

___________________
**Man I'm Pretty**

i believe the meaning of this song dictates, in a quite abstract way, the relationship of cuba in the cold war. not only did cuba harbor communist missiles, but they also had some of the best mental clinics in the world at the time. i believe that earl simmons is trying to reach out to the world, a cry for help, if you will, that he needs mental attention and/or therapy.




"Party Up"

[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
[Chorus:]
[DMX]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
[DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around,
it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim?
So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame,
off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me
and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you
Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome?
Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like,
"So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go
" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over pussy that don't belong to them,
fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on
on the strength of the hands with them, MAN

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up
North type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth?
I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin
You know who gon' find you?
(Who?)
Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff
Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside mother******
X is got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again
[DMX]
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin again
Bouncin again, we're bouncin again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all
Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. [BOOM]

Its not really a song, its a stand up routine put over a beat.

___________________
- - - - -
Ron & Fez! Noon to Three!
- - - - -

Akira - Trancetutje.

quote:

Originally posted by enferno i believe the meaning of this song dictates, in a quite abstract way, the relationship of cuba in the cold war. not only did cuba harbor communist missiles, but they also had some of the best mental clinics in the world at the time. i believe that earl simmons is trying to reach out to the world, a cry for help, if you will, that he needs mental attention and/or therapy. "Party Up" [DMX] Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! [Chorus:] [DMX] Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts [Chorus] [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go " I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over pussy that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN [Chorus] [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest [Chorus] [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside mother****** X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again [DMX] Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. [BOOM]

Fuckin' T0000000n!

Love this jam!

___________________
Fortuna Favet Fortibus.

Warren G - Regulators