Some Rene & Angela...
THE FLOATERS - FLOAT ON (1976)
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Outkast's Andre 3000 (real name: Andre Benjamin) was arrested near Atlanta Saturday for driving his 2007 Porsche Carrera at such a high speed that police called him "an accident waiting to happen," according to Atlanta's WSB-TV, TMZ and AllHipHop.com....more praying needs to go down, because this is super nuts here:


...for the record, with him being charged a year and a day in prison.. he CAN get out early for good behavior. AJC Newspaper said as early as 10 months. If he was charged with simply ONE YEAR, then he would have to do all of it according to the law, now with this said:
Extended Interview... All Star Weekend 2009
Cee-Lo is harmonizing his ASS off on this remake of Society of Soul [aka Sleepy Brown & Rico Wade Dungeon Family] "Peaches & Erb.... lets get it Cee-Lo....
...once again go BUY UGK 4 LIFE when/where available. NOT ONE WACK SONG ON THE ALBUM!!!!
Why come yo old lady look fine as hell after not seeing her for a long while? She be lookin' good with some other man and shit. You be like, "I wanna kill everybody... everybody in the world!"
-Richard Pryor
UGK 4 LIFE EXCLUSIVE:
..this album IS the realest. not ONE wack song on the entire album. not ONE!!!!
When you speak, its like a calypso to my ears as my heart beats like a steelpan. Only if I could have you behind closed doors for a night and a carnival. It's no lie that when you're around, the look in your eyes somehow make me feel like I'm on fire.. my lovely lady, my Dame Lorraine. The night, I touched you the closest, you called me your Midnight Robber. We're talking Body Language.. spoken when we're forever. I dreamt of you wining while I laid on the bed... it was an instant turn on. Our connection is total communication... and nothing can put out our fire [in my mind]... we're speaking Body Language.. feel's good to me!!
The "ORIGINAL" Ron Mexico:
This another dumb ass and placed in the "When Keepin it Real Goes Wrong". Like what the hell be on people minds.. also, is FACEBOOK safe anymore, they can track old shit like what they did to this fool. Read:
March 25, 2009. MediaTakeOut.com just got an EXPLOSIVE report. According to a new AUTOBIOGRAPHY of a street goon named David Collins, his Harlem gang kidnapped Bobby Brown in 1993 – and extorted his then wife Whitney for 400 STACKS!!
Here’s how the National Enquirer is reporting things:
Preacher [the leader of the notorious Preacher Crew Gang] knew that Bobby frequented a certain Manhattan nightclub and sent three of his henchmen to kidnap Brown. One of Preacher’s crew plied Bobby with high-grade cocaine, according to the book. Bobby wanted to buy some more, and Preacher’s henchmen said there was more to be had in the Bronx …
Bobby was led to an apartment on the fifth floor. Guns were drawn, and when a terrified Bobby tried to run, a gang member knocked him out with one punch.
When he awoke, Bobby was naked and ho-tied, his mouth stuffed with a rag.”
And it gets better. When Preacher, the gang’s leader, finally came down to see the bound Bobby, here’s how dude was acting:
Bobby begged for his life and claimed that Whitney would pay his debt.
The Preacher left the room, and his henchmen then terrorized Bobby for two hours. They kicked him They threatened to kill Whitney. Another put a gun to Bobby’s head.
Bobby was weeping … begging Preacher to call Whitney.
So what did Whitney do. Well according to the Enquirer – she put on her wig, hopped in her Rolls and brought a duffle bag filled with $400,000 to the stash house.
....well, when keepin it real goes wrong!!
"Here's a lesson about true friendship: You should be able to count the umbrellas in the rain AND in the sunshine"
-Rob the Sound Savvy Dude
[...in Cincinnati]
Damn... where was this when I was fighting back in the day??? Real talk, this is effed up!!!
UPDATE THIS MORNING:
...once we reached the hotel on the same night in Miami, we skipped the room. Stairwell. Your lips tasted so sweet. Body Language. Your panties down to your feet.
"...do me, baby"
Ahhhh!!!! [deep breath]
[screetch moan]
"...papí"
Unable to resist the way your nipple beget me through your suspenders.
..keep bouncing.
...keep bouncing.
3 times bounce.
We're bounciiiiiiing.....
[moans in my ear, nibble on the ear]
[scratching of my back]
....body language.
Eye to eye. Sensual and soo sweet.
There goes your puddle of water...everywhere
Slight smile..
....sweet kiss.
gee whiz, its been 1 hour, 41 minutes. 2 places.
...one more bounce
goodnight miami.
"Look a here, don't being worry about what people say about you. Live your own life and live it free through Christ Jesus. Matter of fact, they hung Jesus on the cross and He didn't bother ANYONE. So what do you think they will say about YOU??? You think you gotta go through this life scott free???"
-My Grandma Louise on People talking about YOU behind your back @ age 11
Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry because I'm on my own
The tears I cry R bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my hear is torn
and I find it difficult to carry on
if I had an ear 2 confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do u know that stops that long
To help another carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass u by
Than 2 stop and c what makes u cry
It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry
and no one cares about why.
- Tupac Shakur
DAMN!!! What a bunch of dumb asses!! They got the bonuses, and dipped...
First Interview outta Dekalb County Jail...[a place where YOU don't wanna go here in Atlanta]
....but I don't know why Mya is a Welcome Home Gucci Mane party.. I just know there better not be a fling here or I will personally commit suicide.

I met you on the beach. I was about to leave, but something told me to stay. The wrap on your head, beautiful, gentle smile.. and beautiful red toes. My favorite color. We all jumped into the ocean. I felt like our eyes met too many times in the water. We are speaking Body Language. To be in your presence.... was an instant turn on. But for you was not sexual.. I went under water, welcomed by your black panties, and pick you up. We are speaking Body Language. I wished to see your restricted hair.. you on my back made me feel like we could swim in the ocean far and forever. Your giggle.. flapped my ears. We enjoyed kindred spirits alike.. and time dwindled for departure, I kinda did not wanna leave.... without holding you longer, touching your lips with mine. My arms around your body... felt comfortable.. between the nose and chin is where it goes!! Ahhh, I called your name 5 times on a beach in Miami Florida... and until later on that evening, I shall miss you.... at that time, nothing made me feel as good as you did... yup, officially we were speaking body language.... but.. nothing sexual, go figure... but you felt so good to me. On land. In water. The Salt Lake... was worth it twice with you.
[chapter 7]
As a pre-teen, Marvin Jr. began to take refuge from his father at a piano that sat in the family's living room. (Marvin Sr. was a passable self-taught pianist.) The father encouraged Marvin to play, as long as he stuck with religious music.
Marvin Jr. proved to be a natural musician. He would never learn to read music, but he could play any tune by ear, including the blues and popular ballads when his father was away.
At Cardozo High School, Marvin Jr. fell in with a clique of musically talented teens, and they formed a combo, the D.C. Tones. Marvin played piano and drums; no one knew he could sing.
The boys would take a bus to the Howard Theater and buy cheap seats to see touring rhythm and blues artists like James Brown, Jackie Wilson, Sam Cooke and Little Willie John.
Secretly, Marvin favored the style of white crooners like Dean Martin, Perry Como and Frank Sinatra. His pals learned he could sing one day when they caught him delivering a dead-on copy of Johnnie Ray's "Cry."
His growing interest in secular music led to new conflicts at home, and by age 18 the son had had enough. He dropped out of 11th grade and joined the Air Force. But he soon learned that joining the military to escape a harsh authority figure was no solution, especially when he found himself peeling potatoes, not flying jet airplanes as he had hoped.
As he put it, "I was completely unprepared and found it impossible to take orders from pompous assholes with nothing better to do than humiliate me."
He was in the Air Force just long enough to lose his virginity to a hooker. He feigned mental illness and got an honorable discharge, with this proviso: "Marvin Gaye cannot adjust to regimentation and authority."
The next night in Miami,it started in the elevator. Smiles. Laughs. Immigrants alike.. drunkenly loving one another...until....
...a few more drinks, more laughs all the way to the beach under the moonlight.. goodtimes... boogie... by the sea and under the fowl of the air... wind blowin' as we touched lips again.. heart pounding as clothes slip off onto the sandy beach. "Just call me... King, baby... just-just... call me baby"
..."I know my boobies are small"
"they are just fine, baby.."
Bounce.. Bounce... "...I shaved for you baby"
...Bounce, bounce... as you lean back on top as the wind blow.....
ooohh, you nibbled my ear..
"..just-just-just call me baby!!!!"
oooh, is that the oceantide down there so quickly???
..."c'mon take me back to the hotel now, papí"
We laugh as we kiss again... [hiccup breathe out]
"...hold me papí"
[wind blowing... ocean crashing]
"...just-just-just call me baby!!!"
..still the baddest bitch on the block.... behind Rocky Marciano & Muhammad Ali
*sighs* i guess... & please be over 18 years of age before viewing, if not, then i am not held liable. view at your OWN risk...
This is ol... disrespectful.... crazy ass video. Damn Kanye, you def deliver classic videos. Fuck wit it..
When Keepin it Real Goes Wrong... by 50 & the Baby Mama..
Below is the preview from THIS IS 50.com and BooBooTV... this is getting ugly and silly.. but I still ride with The Bo$$
Psalms 27
1The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
2When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.
3Though an army should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war should rise against me, even in this will I be confident.
4One thing have I desired of the LORD; that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD and to inquire in His temple.
5For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion; in the secret places of His tabernacle shall He hide me; He shall set me upon a rock.
6And then shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me; therefore I will offer in His tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the LORD.
7Hear, O LORD, when I cry with my voice! Have mercy also upon me and answer me.
8When Thou saidst, "Seek ye My face," my heart said unto Thee, "Thy face, LORD, will I seek."
9Hide not Thy face far from me; put not Thy servant away in anger. Thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.
10When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.
11Teach me Thy way, O LORD, and lead me in a level path because of mine enemies.
12Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies; for false witnesses have risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty.
13I would have fainted, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.
14Wait on the LORD; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart. Wait, I say, on the LORD!
Damn... FREE the REAL Rick Ross.... Fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E and any muthaf*cka that disagrees..
One night in Miami, we danced... we laughed... we loved... before the night was over, the music of your laughter pushed my motions inebriately directly to your lips. Sensually. Your eyes connected with mine as you spoke, "You're bad" and the closing of the night with my response, "I just have a lotta love to give..."
[chapter 6]
"It wasn't simply that my father beat me, though that was bad enough," Gaye said. "He'd say, 'Boy, you're going to get a whipping.' Then he'd tell me to take off my clothes and send me to the bedroom... It wouldn't have been so awful if he had hit me right away. But father liked mind games. He'd play with me. He'd make me wait an hour, or even more, all the while jangling his belt buckle loud enough so I could hear... When he finally struck me, I knew—children know these things—that something inside him was enjoying the whole thing."
Marvin Sr. was the antithesis of the macho stereotype of an abusive man. He was trim and effeminate and often dressed in women's blouses and wigs.
As Marvin Jr. told Ritz, "My father likes to wear women's clothing... To tell you the truth, I have the same fascination with women's clothes. In my case, that has nothing to do with any attraction for men. Sexually, men don't interest me. But seeing myself as a woman is something that intrigues me. It's also something I fear. I indulge myself only at the most discreet and intimate moments. Afterward I must bear the guilt and shame for weeks."
The writer asked Alberta whether her husband was homosexual.
"I'm not certain," she said. "I do know that five of his siblings were homosexual. And it's true that he liked soft clothing... He liked to wear my panties, my shoes, my gowns, even my nylon hose."
Michael Vick is on his way home.... T.O and Vick 2009!!!
..15 year old teenager is beaten by police and its caught on tape.
Read me. I read you. Our eyes meet... and you taste so sweet. We are the blueprint for love all over the world. And.. you're tapping on my shoulder now. I love you... I love you..