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God bless Robert security guard & Gernand gave their life to the Lord. God bless with salvation Carlos Catholic went to Christian retreats, Junior, Jose from Corona his family are Christians he &a (..more)

God bless Robert security guard & Gernand gave their life to the Lord. God bless with salvation Carlos Catholic went to Christian retreats, Junior, Jose from Corona his family are Christians he & his friends just graduated from high school, Aurelia & her daughter Lucy she speaks blessings of her husband, halleluiah, that means praise God in Bible talk. This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless! To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit www.verizonwireless.com/picture. To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime® 6.5 or higher is required. Visit www.apple.com/quicktime/download to download the free player or upgrade your existing QuickTime® Player. Note: During the download process when asked to choose an installation type (Minimum, Recommended or Custom), select Minimum for faster download. (..less)

uncensored "Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up wi (..more)

uncensored "Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth Nigga bow down to the row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud, and stay low-key B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love Now call it what you want to You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you [Interlude: Dr. Dre] Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) [Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the mothe (..less)

Hannah Montana 2 - NObodys perfect Everybody Makes Mistakes, Everybody has those days, 1, 2, 3, 4! Everybody makes mistakes, Everybody has those days, Everybody knows what, I'm talking a (..more)

Hannah Montana 2 - NObodys perfect Everybody Makes Mistakes, Everybody has those days, 1, 2, 3, 4! Everybody makes mistakes, Everybody has those days, Everybody knows what, I'm talking about, Everybody gets that way (That's right!) Everybody makes mistakes, Everybody has those days, Everybody knows what, I'm talking about, Everybody gets that way [VERSE 1] Sometimes I'm in a jam, I gotta make a plan, It might be crazy, I do it anyway, No way to know for sure, I figure out a cure, I'm patching up the holes, But then it overflows, [PRE-CHORUS] If I'm not doin' too well, Why be so hard on myself? [CHORUS] Nobody's Perfect! I gotta work it! Again and again, Till I get it right, Nobody's Perfect! You live and you learn it! And if I messed it up sometimes, Nobody's Perfect, [VERSE 2] Sometimes I work a scheme, But then it flips on me (Uh-huh), Doesn't turn out how I planned, Gets stuck in quicksand, The problem can be solved, Once I get involved, I try to be delicate, Then crash right into it, [PRE-CHORUS] But my intentions are good, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Sometimes just misunderstood, [CHORUS] Nobody's Perfect! I got (..less)

uncensored/alternate version "With so much drama in the l-b-c Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g But i, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May i, kick (..more)

uncensored/alternate version "With so much drama in the l-b-c Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g But i, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah) And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin Cause my momma aint home I got bitches in the living room gettin it on And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) So what you wanna do, sheeeit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Chorus: repeat 2x Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] Verse two: Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who li (..less)