Song: One DayArtist: UGK, 3-2, Ron IsleyAlbum: Ridin' Dirty
Ron Isley:Well, well, well, well,
Hello, baby
Fool, one day you here...And then you gone.
Mama put me out at only fourteen
So, I start sellin' crack, cocaine, and codiene.
Time to stack some paper, I gotta do it quick,
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile,
But they don't know who they messin' with...yeah.
My mama's only son,
But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin' last one.
Every nigga and they mama aksin', "Why?"But I'm in the game, live by the game,
And in the game I'ma die;
And, if I die or should I say if I go,
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the Come 'N Go
'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary.
So, I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip,
Watch my back sellin' crack and pack two clips.
'N when ya think about that,
You say "it'll be on", It's a trip you're here today
But the next day you're gone.
Chorus: (Ron Isley)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(Baby, the next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, babyAnd then you're gone
Bun B:This world we livin' in,
Man, it ain't nuthin' but drama;
Everyone wanna harm ya
In New York niggas gettin' shot fo bombers.
Now, they got yo' life in the palm of
They hand like California,
Niggas wit dubs of hydroponic marijuana.
Gangbangin' got the ghetto hotter than a sauna,
Down in Orange my nigga Fox died on the corner
Behind a funky-ass dice game.
I saw him once before he died
Wish it was twice, mayne.
I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib,
Lettin' us act bad
Not givin' a fuck what we did.
When we lost him I knew the world was comin' to the end.
And, I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin.
My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten;
But, now it look like when he come out, man, I'm goin' in.
So, shit, I walk around wit my mind blown
In my own fuckin' zone
'Cause one day you here,
But the next day you gone.
Chorus:One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, babyAnd then you're gone
Pimp C:I'm up early 'cause ain't enough light in the daytime.
Smoke two sweets,
And stol' these chickens fo' the clock strike nine.
Dream that holdin' my boulder smolder on the PA pipes;
AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights.
Niggas be lookin' shife
So, I look shife back.
Can't show no weakness with these bitches
Git yo life jacked.
Mayne, its a trip where I stay especially for me.
Them bitches tryin' to lock me up
For the whole century.
They gave my nigga, Donnie, 40, Dante, 19.
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean.
My world a trip you can ask Bun B,Bitch, I ain't no liar.
My man Bobo jus' lost his baby in a house fire;
And, when I got on my knees that night to pray
I asked God, "Why you let these killas live,
And take my homeboy's son away?
"Man, if you got kids show 'em you love 'em'Cause God jus' might call 'em home,
'Cause one day they here,'N, baby the next day they gone.
-RIP Pimp
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
CRAZY, INSANE saturday night!
The night started off well.....
You know, the usual. Dinner, drink....
i actually went to dinner with my brothers ex girlfriend. he recently dogged her out and dumped her over text message and email. So not classy. In this case, i have her side. I'm all about family but i have morals and values and what he did to her was wrong. We actually haven't spoken in a few days.
The story is that they dated for over 2 years. He promised marriage earlier this year and they went as far as to introduce the parents to each other, numerous dinners and casual meeting later, their family seemed like a part of ours. What my brother failed to realize was that he was making a huge mistake by involving the families. Not only was he not ready for marriage but he was in love with his female best friend. A week ago Smitha and Neil broke up. This week, he has a new girlfriend, the best friend. BITCH. i knew of her but never thought that he was capable of doing something like that. I blame them both.
So yeah. we went to Tom Tom's. Had a great dinner, bottle of wine, and endless conversation.
Then on the the next stop. House Party at Mayo's!!
Thanks Hance for coming outside to get me. Mad love homie....
Shot of Jaeger right off top. Yum! The party was cool and i love Mayo's dog.
Next stop was Walrus. I always have a good time there and the music jams. One of the dudes from the party was there completely wasted out of his mind. He was over by the bathroom puking on the floor. I got him some water but he wouldn't drink it.
Ok back to the dance floor. Note to self: check on the drunk gay guy in 10 minutes.
Danced with AK, so random. Don't know how that came to play. Nice guy though.
Went back over to Gay Jeff and he was gone. i figured who ever he came with took him home or back to his car. Around 1 leave to go hang out with other friends in Addison. I was in a mood that night to bounce around from place to place. Kind of aloof but thats my personality. I can't help it and its fun so why change. I leave Walrus and Gay Jeff is around the corner from Walrus on the steps with his head in his hands.
"get up Jeff, I'll take you to your car"
"you have your keys right?"
Jeff - "yes, there in my pocket"
Ok cool. Back to Mayo's to look for a Rav 4 parked "somewhere on McKinney"
We get back to his car.... no keys. I wasn't going to let him drive , but instead of passing out on the steps by Walrus, he could pass out in his car.
dang it! no car keys, I'm about to go back to Walrus and i notice a pair of keys in my car. They were Julians and i'm a genius so i walk into Mayo's place, get the Rav 4 keys, leave Julians keys on the counter, and bingo, problem solved. Put Jeff in his car and i am on my merry way. Julian's dog was staring at me like "come pet me please".
Get back to Jeff and he was leaning up against his car. Standing up. Asleep. Somehow i knew Jeff wasn't going to attempt driving so i felt comfortable leaving him there. Not to mention i was tipsy and nothing seems like bad idea when i'm in that state... within reason of course.
I'm en route to Addison on 75 north. speeding in the left lane of course. All of a sudden in front of me, brake lights, flying glass, cars spinning. There was a 4 car crash right in front of me! i slammed on my brakes and almost throw up on myself. I was feet away from near death.
A truck in front smashed into the guard rail, a town car smashed into the guard rail and the truck. A CTS smashed into the town car and another car smashed into the CTS.
So i stop to make sure everyone is ok. Everyone gets out of their cars. No blood. Thank god.
The guy in the town car is the first to get out. his arms are burnt from the airbags. they both deployed. He stands around for a second. Starts his car and drives off. Nice. but hey who am i to judge.
Cars are wizzing by us on 75. everyone was able to pull their cars over to the median and mostly out of harms way. I start talking to the passenger of the CTS. He's talking about having to work early in the morning, his girlfriend is at home with the baby, being drunk and having to talk to police..... Long story short, i was going to Addison so i took him home. I call it being nice and having a heart. Other say its stupid and dangerous. I see their point but i am a really good judge of character. i can tell who has good intentions and who doesn't. I know that sounds irresponsible but i can just tell. and hey, i'm still alive. I lived on my own for 6 years and i'm a psych minor. I value my body and my life just like anyone else. but i also know who i can trust and who i can't. and i got $20 out of it. Standard fee for taking a drunk stranger home.
So thats pretty much it.
oh and i went to Manhattans and had a blast!
This week is sure to be a good one. Half a week, holidays, food, friends, god on my side, shopping, and more food. What more could a girl ask for??
You know, the usual. Dinner, drink....
i actually went to dinner with my brothers ex girlfriend. he recently dogged her out and dumped her over text message and email. So not classy. In this case, i have her side. I'm all about family but i have morals and values and what he did to her was wrong. We actually haven't spoken in a few days.
The story is that they dated for over 2 years. He promised marriage earlier this year and they went as far as to introduce the parents to each other, numerous dinners and casual meeting later, their family seemed like a part of ours. What my brother failed to realize was that he was making a huge mistake by involving the families. Not only was he not ready for marriage but he was in love with his female best friend. A week ago Smitha and Neil broke up. This week, he has a new girlfriend, the best friend. BITCH. i knew of her but never thought that he was capable of doing something like that. I blame them both.
So yeah. we went to Tom Tom's. Had a great dinner, bottle of wine, and endless conversation.
Then on the the next stop. House Party at Mayo's!!
Thanks Hance for coming outside to get me. Mad love homie....
Shot of Jaeger right off top. Yum! The party was cool and i love Mayo's dog.
Next stop was Walrus. I always have a good time there and the music jams. One of the dudes from the party was there completely wasted out of his mind. He was over by the bathroom puking on the floor. I got him some water but he wouldn't drink it.
Ok back to the dance floor. Note to self: check on the drunk gay guy in 10 minutes.
Danced with AK, so random. Don't know how that came to play. Nice guy though.
Went back over to Gay Jeff and he was gone. i figured who ever he came with took him home or back to his car. Around 1 leave to go hang out with other friends in Addison. I was in a mood that night to bounce around from place to place. Kind of aloof but thats my personality. I can't help it and its fun so why change. I leave Walrus and Gay Jeff is around the corner from Walrus on the steps with his head in his hands.
"get up Jeff, I'll take you to your car"
"you have your keys right?"
Jeff - "yes, there in my pocket"
Ok cool. Back to Mayo's to look for a Rav 4 parked "somewhere on McKinney"
We get back to his car.... no keys. I wasn't going to let him drive , but instead of passing out on the steps by Walrus, he could pass out in his car.
dang it! no car keys, I'm about to go back to Walrus and i notice a pair of keys in my car. They were Julians and i'm a genius so i walk into Mayo's place, get the Rav 4 keys, leave Julians keys on the counter, and bingo, problem solved. Put Jeff in his car and i am on my merry way. Julian's dog was staring at me like "come pet me please".
Get back to Jeff and he was leaning up against his car. Standing up. Asleep. Somehow i knew Jeff wasn't going to attempt driving so i felt comfortable leaving him there. Not to mention i was tipsy and nothing seems like bad idea when i'm in that state... within reason of course.
I'm en route to Addison on 75 north. speeding in the left lane of course. All of a sudden in front of me, brake lights, flying glass, cars spinning. There was a 4 car crash right in front of me! i slammed on my brakes and almost throw up on myself. I was feet away from near death.
A truck in front smashed into the guard rail, a town car smashed into the guard rail and the truck. A CTS smashed into the town car and another car smashed into the CTS.
So i stop to make sure everyone is ok. Everyone gets out of their cars. No blood. Thank god.
The guy in the town car is the first to get out. his arms are burnt from the airbags. they both deployed. He stands around for a second. Starts his car and drives off. Nice. but hey who am i to judge.
Cars are wizzing by us on 75. everyone was able to pull their cars over to the median and mostly out of harms way. I start talking to the passenger of the CTS. He's talking about having to work early in the morning, his girlfriend is at home with the baby, being drunk and having to talk to police..... Long story short, i was going to Addison so i took him home. I call it being nice and having a heart. Other say its stupid and dangerous. I see their point but i am a really good judge of character. i can tell who has good intentions and who doesn't. I know that sounds irresponsible but i can just tell. and hey, i'm still alive. I lived on my own for 6 years and i'm a psych minor. I value my body and my life just like anyone else. but i also know who i can trust and who i can't. and i got $20 out of it. Standard fee for taking a drunk stranger home.
So thats pretty much it.
oh and i went to Manhattans and had a blast!
This week is sure to be a good one. Half a week, holidays, food, friends, god on my side, shopping, and more food. What more could a girl ask for??
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Alive Day
"In a war that has left more than 25,000 wounded, ALIVE DAY MEMORIES: HOME FROM IRAQ looks at a new generation of veterans. Executive Producer James Gandolfini interviews ten Soldiers and Marines who reveal their feelings on their future, their severe disabilities and their devotion to America. The documentary surveys the physical and emotional cost of war through memories of their "alive day," the day they narrowly escaped death in Iraq."
i watched a special last night on HBO. It was total raw, uncut footage of what happens when war heros come home and face the reality of their wounds. Whether it be severe psychological trauma or a loss of 2 legs and an arm, these soldiers are out there for this country putting their life on the line. Sure we hear the numbers... in 5 years of war, about 3,000 soldiers dead. But what about the ones who lived through their injuries. There are 25,000 of these stories to be told.
One son sits in front of the camera with his mom close by holding his hand. She holds on for emotional support and also to control the uncontrolled movement of his left arm. If she lets go, his arm moves uncontrollably much like the limbs on any mentally challenged child. But her son wasn't born that way and he is not a child. He's a 27 year old war veteran and 3/4 of his brain is gone. It was blown off in a road side bomb in Iraq. He used to play football, clown around with the guys, and be a typical young american guy. Now he's is confined to a wheel chair with the mental capacity of a 5 year old. All he has left is a crappy military paycheck and his mom.
Another man comes home with no eyes. He still wears his wedding ring even though his wife left him. She was unable to cope with his injuries. He doesn't wear the ring on his finger though. He had the diamonds taken out and embedded in one of his prosthetic eyes. The other eye socket stays empty because the scar tissue healed in a way that prevents a prosthetic from being placed inside. He was also caught in a toxic road side bomb when his vision went black. He now talks of the violent dreams he has every night. One in particular where he sinks his teeth into a mans neck and rips out his throat. These dreams weren't there before he left for war. Hmmm.......
A young red head woman, full of life, full of hope for the future, thinks about the marriage she hopes for and the children she will one day have. She remembers how quiet and peaceful it was the night a mini rocket blew off her shoulder. Despite being literally half a person, she is thankful to still be here. Her family and her church stand with her always. Fighting to keep up her spirits are challenging and often she breaks down. "Will my children even love me for who I am and not for what I look like." ...."i hope they still love me, what can you do..."
The documentary beats any piece of crap reality show or sporting event we load our minds with every day. It makes me wonder why MTV is over in Austrailia filming kids getting drunk and having sex instead of the teens we have at war, getting blown to bits while fighting for a unknown cause. Not the best thing to watch before you go to bed. But a great way for me to remember the soldiers and see the sacrifices they make on our behalf.
i watched a special last night on HBO. It was total raw, uncut footage of what happens when war heros come home and face the reality of their wounds. Whether it be severe psychological trauma or a loss of 2 legs and an arm, these soldiers are out there for this country putting their life on the line. Sure we hear the numbers... in 5 years of war, about 3,000 soldiers dead. But what about the ones who lived through their injuries. There are 25,000 of these stories to be told.
One son sits in front of the camera with his mom close by holding his hand. She holds on for emotional support and also to control the uncontrolled movement of his left arm. If she lets go, his arm moves uncontrollably much like the limbs on any mentally challenged child. But her son wasn't born that way and he is not a child. He's a 27 year old war veteran and 3/4 of his brain is gone. It was blown off in a road side bomb in Iraq. He used to play football, clown around with the guys, and be a typical young american guy. Now he's is confined to a wheel chair with the mental capacity of a 5 year old. All he has left is a crappy military paycheck and his mom.
Another man comes home with no eyes. He still wears his wedding ring even though his wife left him. She was unable to cope with his injuries. He doesn't wear the ring on his finger though. He had the diamonds taken out and embedded in one of his prosthetic eyes. The other eye socket stays empty because the scar tissue healed in a way that prevents a prosthetic from being placed inside. He was also caught in a toxic road side bomb when his vision went black. He now talks of the violent dreams he has every night. One in particular where he sinks his teeth into a mans neck and rips out his throat. These dreams weren't there before he left for war. Hmmm.......
A young red head woman, full of life, full of hope for the future, thinks about the marriage she hopes for and the children she will one day have. She remembers how quiet and peaceful it was the night a mini rocket blew off her shoulder. Despite being literally half a person, she is thankful to still be here. Her family and her church stand with her always. Fighting to keep up her spirits are challenging and often she breaks down. "Will my children even love me for who I am and not for what I look like." ...."i hope they still love me, what can you do..."
The documentary beats any piece of crap reality show or sporting event we load our minds with every day. It makes me wonder why MTV is over in Austrailia filming kids getting drunk and having sex instead of the teens we have at war, getting blown to bits while fighting for a unknown cause. Not the best thing to watch before you go to bed. But a great way for me to remember the soldiers and see the sacrifices they make on our behalf.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Trash Can Punch of the Gods
Any suggestions on what to pour into the punch?
i was thinking Vodka, 151, and .....
i was thinking Vodka, 151, and .....
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Real Talk by BabyBenz
Captured by lyrics......
Ronad Isley plays on in the background…..
Hailed as the greatest writer of the 21st century...
Ya’ll question whether I’m falling off…
I’m really confused ya’ll on this one…
I’m usually what they whisper about…
I’ve been in it this since Chips was out…..
You might see me anywhere, day in the life….
I’m so bossy, boy get off me…..
Laid back, Maybach, don't even talk to me......
Here’s that ignorant shit you like…
I’m only trying to give you what you want….
They're all actors looking at themselves in the mirror backwards...
Can't even face themselves....
DON"T FEAR NO RAPPERS.....
Don’t believe everything your earlobe captures, its mostly backwards….
What do my lyrics got to do with this shit!
Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me…
Are you saying what I’m spittin’ is worse than these celebutants showin their kittens, you kiddin?
Ronad Isley plays on in the background…..
Hailed as the greatest writer of the 21st century...
Ya’ll question whether I’m falling off…
I’m really confused ya’ll on this one…
I’m usually what they whisper about…
I’ve been in it this since Chips was out…..
You might see me anywhere, day in the life….
I’m so bossy, boy get off me…..
Laid back, Maybach, don't even talk to me......
Here’s that ignorant shit you like…
I’m only trying to give you what you want….
They're all actors looking at themselves in the mirror backwards...
Can't even face themselves....
DON"T FEAR NO RAPPERS.....
Don’t believe everything your earlobe captures, its mostly backwards….
What do my lyrics got to do with this shit!
Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me…
Are you saying what I’m spittin’ is worse than these celebutants showin their kittens, you kiddin?
The Broken Camera Party
Yo!!! So look forward to the unofficial official Kanye After Party at loft no.617. at the residence of Hance T. and Nino C.
Get excited. Featuring the Trash Can Punch of the Gods. This is the after party for the ages.
Too bad i have to wake up and run a 5K. Please don't let me drink too much!
Get excited. Featuring the Trash Can Punch of the Gods. This is the after party for the ages.
Too bad i have to wake up and run a 5K. Please don't let me drink too much!
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