Thursday, December 6, 2007

Mun rapussa asuu hulluja..

Tullessani tänään töistä kotiin huomasin seuraavanlaisen kirjeenvaihdon:





Jättää sanattomaksi, jään innolla odottamaan mitä seuraavaksi.. puukko naamaan?
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5 comments:

tuplajuusto said...

olis ansainnu ehkä oman postauksen, mutta menköön..

guardianin tuubilinkeistä bongasin kristiinan pompottelemassa kameramiehen kanssa:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=az7tDB1cXRA

sulavaa..

December 6, 2007 at 9:14 PM
tuplajuusto said...

update: tänä aamuna oveen oli ilmestynyt lappu, jossa luki "hankkikaa elämä t: sakari".

December 7, 2007 at 7:29 AM
ILL said...

Ei oo iidesrannassa helppoo. Anonyymi naapureille vittuilu on kyllä suomalaisten spesiaalilaji.

G.Neville olis vetäny kumpaaki sukille, "mites se Niken sponssi?".

December 9, 2007 at 3:29 PM
ILL said...

Pimp C kuoli ja parhaiten siitä juttua on Cocaine Bluntsissa:

http://www.cocaineblunts.com/blunts/?p=753

December 9, 2007 at 8:57 PM
ILL said...

ekan levyn UGK pukkas seuraavalla metodilla:

So he put the money up and we started going to the studio and recording every week, trying to get it going. I figured we in the big time now, lets go and get some producers that know what they doing, but everybody we went to get with fucked us out our money. The studios were fuckin’ us out our money, the producers were fuckin us out our money, givin’ us trash and when we looked around we didn’t have no more money. So Big Tyme, not having no more money came to us and said “What you wanna do – we either gonna stop recording or we gonna sell this goddamn dope and keep going to the studio every weekend?” We didn’t have no choice, so we started hustling. But not to buy cars and not to buy clothes. We started hustling to go to the studio. We’d hustle all week and at the end of the week we’d go to the studio every Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And we did that until we got the record done. And you gotta understand this work was being sold in Port Arthur, not in Houston, he didn’t have nowhere to sell in Houston so the work would come from Houston to Port Arthur. And everybody had a job to do. Bun was in transportation, I was in packaging. The other motherfucker was in delivery. And we made that shit work and go the money to put us through the studio and get the record done.

Everything was cool until the record got done and the motherfucker hit. That’s when this nigga [Russell] started talking like he was our boss. Like, “nigga we all sold crack to get this goddamn record done, what the fuck is you talking about about? You fitta give it us this little percentage over here and you fittin to take the largest [percentage] when we all risked our motherfucking lives to put this shit together.” That was the breaking point with us and Russell. We all hustled to put that shit down, and we felt like we all should’ve had ownership in this shit.

December 9, 2007 at 10:15 PM

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