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ime: magda
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razred: 7.a
skola: OS oton ivekovic
volim: uffff.... hip hop
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mrkwa
lily
dee dee
anca
krastavac
tracevi...
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amy
monkey
zakon blog.......onak...cool..
5ra
westsiderke
pepy (7.c)
may
ninna
sweetlilbitch
stanice koje posjecujem:
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ovo je za moje frendove:
"Don't Speak"
You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts
It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me I can see us dying...are we?
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't tell me cause it hurts!
I know what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't speak,
don't speak,
don't speak,
oh I know what you're thinking
And I don't need your reasons
I know you're good,
I know you're good,
I know you're real good
Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la
Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush
don't tell me tell me cause it hurts
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurt
You are appreciated
Verse One: 2Pac
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac *
Lady...
Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?
* second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"
Verse Two: 2Pac
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn'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 was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent's due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me
And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late
You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Chorus
Sweet lady
And dear mama
Dear mama
Lady (3X)
evo, ovo je najiskrenija pjesma o mami koju sam ja ikad cula. a pogotovo mi je zakon zato kaj govori o zivotu u getu...... i jos je 2pacova....... ma zakon!!!!!!!!
2pac - Hit 'em Up Lyrics
Featuring Outlawz]
Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no
motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo'
bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad
Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is
niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take
money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch in
the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with
game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We
bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta
see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin
for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools,
you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I
leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real
G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street,
so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for
life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy
murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya
caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus:
Grab ya
glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see
Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA,
I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this
out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even
know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't
even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on
you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with
it!!
Verse Two:
Get out the way yo, get out the way
yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the
Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get
spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer,
and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when
I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I
dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the
pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do,
nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you,
nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie
Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every
hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three:
Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's
penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you
niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come
up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's
like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But
they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you
gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living
bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made
milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,
hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my
couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,
ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five
shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now
I'm bout to set the record straight, with my
AK
I'm still the thug you love to
hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse
Four:
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders
occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you
heards
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring
you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this
ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped
up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the
fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through
Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya
block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia
click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get
mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props
brainstormed and locked
Verse Four:
Youse a, beat biter,
a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint
shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to
get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the
scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a
choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug
Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open,
guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got
across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em
up
Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see
them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior
M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they
gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires,
killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah,
Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass
motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell
or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck
around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better
back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck
up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you
niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we
ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your
motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you
motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just
about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a
motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck
Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record
label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be
down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you
too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(take
money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers,
fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make
sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers
can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life
ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn
ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our
job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin
mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real
niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's
going triple and four-quadruple
(take
money)
You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at
they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop
records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We
the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes
a kaj rec o ovoj pjesmi osim da je ZAKON.......:)!!!!!!!
DMX
e vidite, ON vam je zakon.
A OVO vam je scena iz mog(zasad) naj filma. you got served
eo jos jedna......
i zadnja. pussssa 4 y'all
e......za sve kojima sam ostavila krivi link......imam novi blog.......adresa je: westsiderula.blog.hr
navratite!!! mozete sam kliknut TU!!!
yo ljudi...eo, ko sto vidite, pisem zadnji post na ovom blogu.....vec sam ga prije par dana privremeno zatvorila, al ipak brijem da bilo bilo ok da napisem post. zadnji. oprostajni. mozda ne najduzi ali naj....neznam. uglavnom, necu brisat blog, sam cu prestat pisat postove. zakaj? zakaj, kad imam tolko ljudi koji posjecuju moj blog, kad sam konstantno dobivala puno komentara......? jednostavno.....zasitila sam se.
zasitila sam se pisanja, citanja, jednostavno vodjenja bloga. mozda, vjerojatno zvuci ruzno, i mozda nije bas najbolje sroceno, al je barem istina. samo vas molim da se ne ljutite na mene. mozda ce me neki razumjeti, a mozda i ne. kako bilo, hvala vam na ovih....sam malo....1281 komentar u ovih 29 postova. nisam postove pisala cesto, ali ipak..... ovaj blog je nastao 5.7. 2006. danas je 20.2. 2007. hvala stvarno svima koji su mi ostavljali komentare, neovisno o njihovom broju.
dobro, dosta. ovo je vec preslo u pre tuzan post.
nista, idem ja.
svima jedna velka pusa.
RESPECTAM VAS. sve.
bok...
yoo0oOO svima....
pa evo. novi posssssst. opet promjenih dizajn... bas ih nekak cesto mjenjam u zadnje vrjeme, jelda...?? kad i8h ima puno dobrih....
da. evo sam se sad vratila izvana....bili smo mrkwa, behta & mirela... ovaj, mrkva i ja smo nekih pol sata ludovale ( ucinak one fuj fanta jamajke.....bamboocha!!) i onda smo tam nekj pricale i tak. joj, tak sam hepi. nemoram u skolu ni u ponedjaljak ni u utorak. natjecanje iz prve pomoci. al najbolja stvar je to kaj ja nis nemoram radit. mislim, mrkwa, dj, al qaida, zivac & lekicka bar moraju ucit, al einstein, ja i matea nemoramo!! 
da malo pojasnim. dakle nas je 8 u ekipi al 5 pise test, i ak prodjemo opet idemo u vinodolski. a nas 3 vec spomenute gore smo "zamjene" i mi cemo ih sam bodrit tam.....
kak zakon. zato kaj u pon pita biologiju, a u utorak pisu (
) test iz fizike.
dobro, dost sad o tome. da, ana je 4. na svjetskom.!! kul. da, i valentinovo je bilo. heh. poslale smo, curke i ja, par laznih pisama. isse kak su se neki uobrazili...hehe...da, ovaj je tjedan bio bas fora u skoli. nismo imali tzk, fiziku, 3 sata matematike, pustila nas jeranije dvaput s biologije i
umjesto svakog sata hrvatskog smo gledali film il se zezali.
nadam seda ce ovo bit malo duzi postek...i jako se ljutim na vas sve. ok, osim na ninnu, mrkwu &danu. sam su mi one ispunile test. ovo je za
sljepce:
odite provjerit kolko me poznate!! link vam je sa strane u boxu!!fakat nije tesko!!! eo, nadam se da su sad svi skuzili.
i sad vise neznam kaj da pisem. htjela sam da ovaj post bude dugacak, al mi je ponestalo tema.
isse, tek sam sad skuzila da ovaj blog pisem vec vise od pol godine!!
ovaj je blog nasto 5.7. 2006. vau....i tak. nis, eo vam slikice, pa begam.
nis, idem ja, nadam se da ste uzivali, pusssa, i tnx na tolko comm.
ReSpEcT
yo...da, novi posst...hehe..napokon. neznam kak da pocnem ovaj post pa da vam se zahvalim na commmentarima...i da kazem sorry svima vama kojim,a nisam mogla ostavljat commmente, al mi je je komp zbreikan. da. i ja pojma nemam kaj da vam pisem. promjenila sam dizajn, vam se svidja?? ;) onaj s dinamom mi se predugo otvaro. a i povezan je ( mislim na ovaj design) s mojim proslim tjednom. e to je bila katastrofa. imali smo ujuro skolu i svaki dan spavanac 6 cuki. uzas. al je zato zakon kaj sam dobila 2 petice iz tehnickog, 4 iz zemljopisa, 5 i 4 iz engleskog i 5 iz biologije. e da, i 4 iz matise.e, i pazite sad ovo. dodje nama raska jucer i kaze nes da ce na roditeljskom, koj je btw. stavila NA VALENTINOVO predlozit nasim starcima ko kak je to naprevila raska od bekaca ( ja sam akac) da ce predlozit da ak nam ostane ovakav prosjek, da cemo ic na maturalac na 2 dana!! i mi onak pa kaj ste vi ludi???!! mislim, idemo na vis, do tam cemo putovat oko 12 sati, i natrag....!! kao, a ak nam se prosjek popravi na 3, idemo na tri dana! no way
da cemo imat prosjek 5 da idemo na 5 dana!!mislim, kaj smo mi koji prolazimo 5 il s 4 krivi kaj neki prolze s 2....il kaj neki imqju zakljuceno 4, 5, 6 jedinica??! a cak i da im ocemo pomoc, oni to nece!! i onda biraska kaznjavala cjeli razred. aaaaaaa!!
a jos sam i jucer saznala da za 1. pomoc za zupanijsko moramo naucit 140 str. i odgovore na 200 pitanja!! i to sve do 20.2. ajme...a ja se sad fakat moram pozurit malo s postom jer idem u kino s curkama. idemo gleat neku komediju, noc u muzeju, il tak nekaj. nada,m se ad ce bit dobro...i opet ja o ucenju 
e i sad kad sam stavljala ovaj smajlek sjetila sam se da kad nam je raska ono rekla, pogledali smo je nekak ovak
pa su nam se face pretvorile u ovak
onda u ovak
onda smo svi poceli pricat u glas ( dotad smo svi bili u soku) pa je to pricanje zgledalo po osobi otprilike ovak 
pa nam je ona rekla da ce vjerojatno bit tak kak je ona rekla pa smo zgledali ovak a onda smo svi poceli pricat, dakle s ovakvim facama
. hehe. da. idem ja. eo slikice.... pussa
, & reSpEct
ajm hir. agen. hehe. napokon da i ja napisem novi posssst....u biti ni neznam kaj da pisem...upravo sevratih s klizanja.....bila sam s behtom. bilo je ok. u biti je bilo kul. hehe. da, ugl. dancer i westsiderke, nisam se upisala u megablast nego u liberdance zato kaj sam ja u donjoj kustosiji a megablast ima lokacije u dubravi i remetincu. ugl., ja treniram kod mazuranca. dobro je. i tak.e, dancer, se mi znamo il.....?? posto su lucija i dana napisale kaj bi one bile, ja bi bila
Which HP Kid Are You?
kaj nije zakon..........? meni je bas cool. inace, kupite novi bravo, imate scenu di se harry 1. put poljubi s cho. mislim, meni to i nije nekaj posebno, al brijem da ce npr.
darija to rado pogleat...i fakat neznam kaj da pisem. tnx na tolkom broju commmenta.....
eo vam fotkica...
i sad sam se sjetila dasu mi neki prigovorili da opce ne spominjem domaci hip hop....... pa vam evo rijeci jedne od mojih najdrazih i najjacih domacih hip hop pjesama.......
STOKA-ZA GRAD KOJI IMAM RAD...
Hoću da me ceste sve svi autoputi, ulice
Vrate odma doma u rodni grad Zgb
Vratite me u grad kojem dugujem sve
Sve padove, pobjede, poraze i prve poljupce
Vratite me ispod jedinog plavog neba
Jer mi je obojalo oči
Pa sada ne mogu bez njega
Vratite me doma pred moj kućni prag
Gdje me rodila majka
Koji je srcu uvijek drag
Vratite me tamo gdje su mi duša i tijelo
Da mi srce bude cijelo
Da u žilama teče vrelo
Vratite me u Zagreb - moj jedini voljeni grad
Tri. četiri, sad ide rima za grad grad
Tri, četiri, sad rima za grad kojeg imam rad
Za tempo grada života bez prijekornih ljepota
Za srce Lijepe naše, za Zagreb dignite čaše
Za čaroliju grada koju volim, koja mi paše
Za srce kulture, za zagrebačke dečke i cure
Za tempo života s puno ljubavi bez cenzure
Za kvartovske igrače, BBB navijače
Za zagrebačke brije koje pozitivom zrače
Volim miris Zagreba grada
Boju Zagreba grada
Svaki dio Zagreba grada
Sve što pod Zagreb spada
Svako jebeno lice sa i bez mana
Volim svako jebeno lice u gradu velikana
Zagrebačke klince, zagrebačke klinceze
Nositelje budućnosti male kraljeve i princeze
Zagrebačke glumce, pjevače, sportaše
Zagrebačke ljepotice i naše robijaše
Volim smetlare, žicare kaj žicaju pare
i najbolje vozače koji se Zagrebom gare
Volim jebeno sve, u Zagrebu bilo gdje
Parkove, klupice, mačke, golubove i pse
Ovo je rima za grad kojeg imam rad
Zgb
Jer volim zapartijat, s ekipama se smijat
brijat, skijat
Do zore čaše ispijat
Volim petak kod sebe dom
House jebeni lom
Volim izbrijati špicu tamo sa ekipom svom
Volim Đuru i u njemu uređenu svaku curu
Turu po turu, do jebenog pijanstva
Volim jezero Jaruna, Aquarius kuća puna
Od Besta preko Pauka,
Nazad u grad do Saloona
Volim koktele, šarena pića me vesele
Ljudi to žele, pa im uvijek rapam a capelle
Al ja ničeg se ne sjećam
Pa mi to drugi dan vele
Volim barove i konobare, jebene careve
Crte na darove i zaljubljene lijepe parove
Mjesta za izaći gdje zagrebački igrači
Izlaze po danu po noći s ekipom se naći
Pljuga,pljuga,i pljuga,pa vožnjica duga,
Volim sjesti u tramvaj, kliziti iznad pruga
A kad guzica utrne, ćevapi, sladoled, cuga
A najljepše bude kad sjednem se među ljude
Na sred trga bana gledat face lude
Pa na cvjetni na piće
Slušati tračeve priče
I gledati lijepe cure
Da ispod stola se miče
Volim miris Zagreba grada
Boju Zagreba grada
Svaki dio Zagreba grada
Sve što pod Zagreb spada
Volim miris Zagreba grada
Boju Zagreba grada
Svaki dio Zagreba grada
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PJESMA mi je bas zakon...........:0)
hehe......ma lood je taj stoka...
jojcek..... hehe... eo vam jos malo slikica...
joj, sad fakat moram ic.......sutra moram ucit sve i svasta.... molim da mi ostavljate commmente....., neznam jesam vec spomenula, altnx na ovih 101.....pusaaa & reSPEcT
