Dwight Howard Kiss The Rim Dunk
November 21st, 2008 by Admin
Dunks Dwight Howard had planned to use in the second round of the 2007 NBA dunk contest, but didn't get a chance to use since he was eliminated in the first round. Includes a kiss the rim windmill dunk and a reverse alley oop dunk where he hits his head on the rim. Courtesy TNT and thethief from realgm.
Pleng Ruk Rim Fung Khong เพลงรักริมฝั่งโขง
November 21st, 2008 by Admin
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Rim'K - Clandestino
November 21st, 2008 by Admin
(Ya leili Rim-k ya leili ya Magrheb united, ya lil) Refrain (x2): Désolé d'être jeune et d'être moi même, Tous un peu différent, tous un peu les même, Soit juste toi même, Nous c'est comme sa qu'on t'aime... Nous c'est comme sa qu'on t'aime... (Couplet en arabe ;Mohamed Lamine) J'suis fou foulek, j' fais peur aux poulets j' suis d' la famille « brami, mendi ou touré » mes premiers mots c'était « cahail » ou « i love you », « bou bou » c'est l' bruit d'un mec debout sur un deux roues Selem un galef j' suis bilingue « rhey ! » j' suis d' la France d'en bas d' Roubaix ou d' Marseille les dollars, le « hallis », le biff, l'oseille c'est c' qui m' réveille désolé d'être moi même ma vie c'est un Tarantino, y'a peu d'glamour beaucoup d'action et un peu d'amour, clandestino, voyou italien selon l' style vestimentaire j'ai un passeport international c'est mon stylo (Refrain: ) Désolé d'être jeune et d'être moi même, Tous un peu différent, tous un peu les même, Soit juste toi même, Nous c'est comme sa qu'on t'aime... Nous c'est comme sa qu'on t'aime... Clandestino, primo quand j'étais bambino la misère j'en ai bouffé des kilos, au tir belkrimo loin d'être un model, peu fidèle a moi même dans ma vie j' met trop d' piment message pour les tiens au miens aux quelques uns si j' fonce tête baisser c'est qu' j'en ressent le besoin solide comme un boomker, l'amour c'est un moteur soit fier et heureux si une femme t' appelle mon cœur. J'viens d'un quartier international, on mélanges les plaques en tek social dans une ambiance familial y a des choses qui font mal nous on s' laisse pas faire comme zinedine lors d'une finale... « haill! » (Refrain: ) Désolé d'être jeune et d'être moi même, Tous un peu différent, tous un peu les même, Soit juste toi même, Nous c'est comme sa qu'on t'aime... Nous c'est comme sa qu'on t'aime... (Couplet en arabe ;Mohamed Lamine) (Refrain) Désolé d'être jeune et d'être moi même, Tous un peu différent, tous un peu les même, Soit juste toi même, Nous c'est comme sa qu'on t'aime...
2 Pac Pain above the rim Big Stretch
November 21st, 2008 by Admin
2 Pac Pain above the rim ohhh ohhh oh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh oh ohhh ohhh They'll never take me alive i'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas Time ta die Even as a youngster causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus i was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust but now i'm labled as a trouble maker who can you blame ? smokin' weed helped me take away the pain so i'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin' don't worry i'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry maybe if they tried to understand me what should i do ? i had to feed my fuckin' family what else could i do but be a thug out slangin' with the homies fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club got my mind on danger never been a stranger ta homicide my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys why do we die at an early age he was so young but still a victom of the 12 guage my memories of a corpse mind full of sick thoughts and i ain't goin back to court so fuck what you thought im drinkin' hennessey runnin from my enemies will i live to be 23 there's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhhh.... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohhhh.... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (dont get to close because you might get shot) Years and years of that rough life runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife and livin trifed on the regular bokin out competitors see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor get in trouble everyday in school act a fool and you know i had to break every rule showin off for the bitches cause i had the mad rep so i had to watch my back when it was time to step but the gimiest of grimeys with love for me uh, pop, pop and send a chuckle up above for me and yo currency kept passin me by but i didnt cry broke I head off with the pack and started sellin coke and now i'm tha one that's lookin lovely pop the drop top and all tha bitches want ta rub me kick'em the game it's all the same i kick it back yo give'em slack yo and now they lable me tha mack yo people check it get disrespected if you front on tha the birdman you heard man catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand Damn! release some realistic with my biscuit you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust so if your on nigga look for the guage to bust a lot of pressure with the street fame it's a deep game and my mama always cryin' yo there's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhhh.... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohhhh.... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (dont get to close because you might get shot) They got me mobbin like i'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me trust i got my glock cocked playa if they press me bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION better duck cause i ain't lookin when i'm BBBBLASTIN i'm a nut and drinkin hennessey and gettin' high on tha lookout for my enemies don't wanna die tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major a buck fifty across my face with my razor what can i do but be a thug until i'm dead and gone keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong these sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see and everyday it just a struggle steady thuggin' in the streets and i'll be ballin' loc don't let'em make you worry keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta, word ta motha im touched i'm kickin dust up ready ta bust i'm on the scene steady muggin' me until they kill me i'll be livin this life i know you feel me baby there's so much pain (Chorus) Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohhh... Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohhhhhh...... All copyright clams made by Amaru Entertainment & ECS

































