28-05-2005, 18:18
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j'adore Tariq
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28-05-2005, 18:18
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Is 't wat?
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28-05-2005, 18:19
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"25 maart 2005: Quiana is op De Kantine vervangen door PV."
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28-05-2005, 18:19
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28-05-2005, 18:20
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28-05-2005, 18:20
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Ich kann kein Franz, aber Deutsch mochte ich
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28-05-2005, 18:20
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Wir kriegen ein ban
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28-05-2005, 18:20
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Spamderspam
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28-05-2005, 18:21
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Aufhalten mit das gelach (?)
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28-05-2005, 18:21
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28-05-2005, 18:22
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28-05-2005, 18:22
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28-05-2005, 18:22
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Vote YES for the Constitution!
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28-05-2005, 18:23
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28-05-2005, 18:23
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Een forum. Een internet. Een FB.
Stem ZOMG JA ROFL! voor de Grondwet. |
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28-05-2005, 18:23
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Dit gaat echt nergens over, zelfs op DK is het niveau nog hoger.
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want: Citaat:
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28-05-2005, 18:24
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28-05-2005, 18:26
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          Ik ben echt helemaal thuis in die smiley world
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28-05-2005, 18:27
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Als Schröder JA sagte waarom zouden wij dan Non zeggen?
Schröder is waakzaam.... 
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28-05-2005, 18:27
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betrekkelijk weinig smiley's in deze wereld valt mij op. *springt terug in ruimteschip* |
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28-05-2005, 18:29
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28-05-2005, 18:30
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AttaMottamotta
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En hebben wij een bier of elf gezopen...> Onze wraak zal zoet zijn < Ik lieg altijd.... want het leven duurt maar even alle...
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28-05-2005, 18:31
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28-05-2005, 18:32
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I used to think that I could not go wrong
And life was nothing but an awfal song But now I know the meaning of true love I'm leaning on the everlasting arms If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it I believe I can fly I believe I can touch the sky I think about it every night and day Spread my wings and fly away I believe I can soar I see me running through that open door I believe I can fly I believe I can fly Oh I believe I can fly See I was on the verge of breaking down Sometimes silence, can seem so long There are miracles in life I must achieve But first I know it starts inside of me if I can see it, than I can be it, if I just believe it, there's nOthing to it. refrein. hey, 'Cause I believe in me, hoooo if I can see it, than I can do it, if I just believe it, there's nOthing to it. refrein. hey, If I just spread my wings I can fly I can fly I ca fly hey, if I just spread my wings I can flyyyy woOh! fly fly flyyy |
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instellingen door de optie 'Weergeven echte naam Manager:' |
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28-05-2005, 18:33
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Sieg Nare.
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28-05-2005, 18:34
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als we gaan
dan gaan we met z'n allen
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En hebben wij een bier of elf gezopen...> Onze wraak zal zoet zijn < Ik lieg altijd.... want het leven duurt maar even alle...
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28-05-2005, 18:38
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Laatst gewijzigd op 28-05-2005 om 18:44. |
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28-05-2005, 18:41
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Is toch erg van Koen op de UTwente zeg
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28-05-2005, 18:43
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Altijd lachen met Koen.
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28-05-2005, 18:45
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Playing it save...don't gamble yer last pennies! |
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28-05-2005, 18:45
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get it on the floor
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En hebben wij een bier of elf gezopen...> Onze wraak zal zoet zijn < Ik lieg altijd.... want het leven duurt maar even alle...
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28-05-2005, 18:46
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One love... one love... one thug
One nation... twenty-one gun salute Chorus: I'm hopin my true mothafuckaz know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke Verse One: 21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Dissapeared in the crap, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me You living fanatasies, nigga I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouths Peep me, I take this war shit deeply I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz to beat me Puffy, lets be honest you a punk or you gonna see me with gloves Remember that shit you said in vibe about me being a Thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But, you and I know what's going on Pay back I knew you bitch niggaz from way back Witness me strapped with macs knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Niggas looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and shit Trying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Love it how I got you niggaz goin crazy, against all odds Chorus 2X Verse Two: I heard he was light skined, stocky with a haitian accent Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing (what's his name) Listen while I take you back and lace this rap A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trail Niggas picture what he said, and did I mention Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time I knew you bitch niggaz was listening, The World is Mine Set me up, wet me up, niggaz stuck me up Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine on everything I own I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga All out warfare, Eye For An Eye Last words to a bitch nigga, why you lie? Now you gotta watch your back nigga, watch your front Here we come gunshots to deck, now you stuck Fuck the rap game nigga, nigga This M.O.B So believe me, we enemies, I go, against all odds Chorus 2X Verse Three: Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did So we ride em for that And that nigga that was down for me Restin dead, switch sides Guess his new friends want him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend or even the dead Lord listen to me God don't like ugly It Was Written Hey Nas your whole damn style is weak You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers Now you want to live my life, so what's the deal Niggaz that don't ride right You've seen too many movies Load 'em up against the wall, close his eyes Since you lie, you die, goodbye Let the real life niggaz hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me (nigga), against all odds |
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28-05-2005, 18:46
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Well... We can always say. "Double-U Tea Eff mates!"
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28-05-2005, 18:47
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@ RanC
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28-05-2005, 18:47
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When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face ain't a woman alive that can take my mommas place suspended from school, scared ta go home I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules shed tears with my baby sister over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids and even though we had different dadies tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell and who'ed think in elementry, heeeey i'd see tha penatentry One day running from tha Police, that's right Momma catch me--put a whoop'en to my backside and even as a crack fiend mama, ya always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy--trying ta raise a man ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it there's no way I can pay ya back but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand. you are appreciated...... Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't there he passed away and I didn't cry cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger they say i'm wrong and i'm heartless but all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs they showed a young brother luv I moved out and started really hang'in I needed money of my own so I started slang'in I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good, putting money in your mailbox I love paying rent when tha rents due I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you cause when I wuz low, you was there for me ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me and I can see ya coming home after work late ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate just working with tha scraps you wuz given and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving but now tha road got rough, your alone trying ta raise two bad kids on your own and there's no way I can pay ya back but my plan is ta show ya that I understand you are appreciated..... Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya pour out some liquor and I remenise cause through tha drama, I can always depend on my mama and when it seems that i'm hopeless you say tha words that can get me back in focus when I wuz sick as a little kid ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did and all my childhood memories are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me and even though I act craaaazy I got ta thank tha Lord that ya maaaade me There are no words that can express how I feel Ya never kept a secret, always stayed real and I appreciate how ya raised me and all tha extra love that ya gave me I wish I could take tha pain away If you can make it through tha night, there's a brighter day everything'll be alright if ya hold on it's a strugle everyday gotta roll on and there's no way I can pay ya back but my plan is ta show ya that I understand you are appreciated....... Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv ya, Sweeeet Laaaady |
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28-05-2005, 18:47
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Heeft iemand een plaatje van een neushoorn met een bikini op z'n hoornen/horens (?)
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28-05-2005, 18:49
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Nee, maar ik heb er wel eens een gezien van een lama met kaas op z'n kop.
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28-05-2005, 18:49
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(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time (Chorus) Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again, just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again, and again Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize cat Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks (Chorus) That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion (Chorus) Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky Cally Rodney Bump and Chick, shit A lot a niggas flow the way I flow but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow don't kill you the Mac will |
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