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Papoose and Remy Ma Hook Up?
Posted on May 1, 2006 7:23 AM
Word is mixtape phemon Papoose and rapstress Remy Ma are now an item. Reliable sources say that they have been kicking it on and off for a while now.
Papoose even spits on Remy's remix for 'Conceited', saying "They mad cuz I'm close to Rem' ("rim") like car tires!" Hey Pap, if yall so close please relay this message to Remy for me - the blonde weave is played! There can't be any "reason" for all that foolishness.
In related news, Lil Wayne & Trina also make an appearance on the remix. The rap couple still has gossip columnists (including myself) whispering about their rumored engagement.
[LIMITED DOWNLOAD: Conceited Remix featuring Remy Ma, Papoose, Lil Wayne, Trina & Jae Millz ]
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and don't nobody care
he's ugly,she's ugly. they make a wonderful couple. just dont reproduce please.
I prefer Dark skined women..Its just that the Media makes it look like Light skin Nubian women is the only Beauty our Race can have. Most brothers are just Zombies to the system and dont know there True Roots..Im a Very Dark Man and i think im the flyest dude around,..Society is so Brainwashed that the whole Darker skin is ugly thing is engraved in there heads...The Name calling is just a another thing Slave traders and Owners did to devide Us as a people and it's still going on today...Sad but true...Im Proud to be black and any " MIXED " Kid out there...Your BLACK !!!!! not " mixed " ..your NUBIAN !!!!!
Thats my new joint....IMMA start calling my Brothers and sisters " NUBIANS" not Black....Were not a color thats in a Crayon Box
EZ..one..bk all day
^^^ OH yeah...I dont CARE about Pappoose or REMY. Let them do them.
Ilk...next
Do yall think papoose can give me good insurance quotes from Geico and their closest competitors?
That might be the ugliest couple on earth. Let's all pray they don't procreate.
Remmy got some rack on her though. Gawtdamn
Thats wassup, Kat.
On the subject....
I dont see this as being any big news. Ok maybe we didnt know they were seeing each other, but I dont think anybody really cares, LOL. They look decent together though I guess.
And this pic of Papoose is horrid, LOL.
Rem aint ugly...I don't see shit that's wrong with her..I wish she didn't go out and get them hollywood teeth, weave and nose job but she's still an alright looking girl...I just hope she don't go down that lil kim road cause yall crazy ass people calling her ugly for no fucking reason...
A ya who cares about Remy Ma An Papoop lets talk about ti an his herpes on his lip did you see how dey tried ta make it look like a scar in atl
Pap do look like the Geico gecko...Now that shit was funny.....
dude silly, none of the shit he says gets me mad because that is what he wants. i know by posting this he will post some more stupid shit but ill just laugh cuz this dro down south is no joke.
and i just say the remy ma vs. lady luck battle which was pretty nice.
damn homie,wen u was ten u was tha man homie,wat the fuck happened 2 u?funny part iz,if papoose got doe he would look a lot better than jigga.n yall b kissin jiggas ass.damn i can smell ur bad breaths from here.
I just wanna say That I made a few beatz for Papoose and recently he had me do a few beatz for him and Remy Mas colab .Leave those two alone , they are just working together , Any wayz to hear the 3 beatz ,the label requested from me tune into http://Download.com/redfirebeatz
Please no bootleg , the beatz are protected , but u can listen to them .
Right now im working on DOWN WIT DA KING VOL5.
Let them be; if they together or not, half of the people on here probably ugly as hell and lonely. She dont have a reason to be talkn bout she conceited but give her a break.
Young Banga, nobody wants to talk about that T.I. shit no more.
Homer you's a dumbass.
& dat nigga, i agree with you, everbody be all in Jay Z's ass, and Papoose looks way better, 4 everyone else I just wanna know when did this become a beauty pageant.
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ITS WHATS ON THE INSIDE THAT COUNTS
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dat's 1 ugly couple!
I dont think Remy is ugly and Papoose isnt either but its not about that anyway.
I dont think its news or even has any shock value that they might be kickin it. This shoulda been some ole "by the way" mention in a blog about something people really can dig into. This is some small town, "lets give em something to talk about" shit. So fucken what. Tell me Remy's fuckin wit a chick. Impress me, lol.
I prefer Dark skined women..Its just that the Media makes it look like Light skin Nubian women is the only Beauty our Race can have
- mize 2
I think that perception of light skinned people being "more beautiful" came about when Tyra Banks beat out Naomi Campbell as the number one black model
How tall is Papoose?
I know Remy Ma is tall because she was up to Stephan Marbury's height in Take Me Home Video (She might have been wearing high heels????)
Homer
If you actually seen me you'd probably slap yourself for making that dumbass comment. Bitch I'm not gonna make any conceited statments but I'm sure I look better than your baddest bitch. You obviously have too much time on your hands to even write that shit all those times.
quit hatin, grow up & get a life slum....
they both ugly hahaha papoose can spit a lil bit. but bottom line they both ugly so i dont care hahaha
papoose is Flava Flavs
crack head son.
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LMAO!!!! GO HEAD SLIM GOODY . . STAND UP
Papoose and Remy are the future... Find me somebdoy that they won't destroy in a battle.
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Meek, on the low, that might be true cause they both type ill. If they had a seed he might come out literally spitting hot fire.
YO Y NIGGAS SAYING REMY UGLY
SHE GOT BIG TITTIES, A BIG BROWN FAT ASS, BIG JUICY DICK SUCKING LIPS!!
WTF!!
I'LL HIT THAT SHIT ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.
PAPOOSE LOOK LIKE A ROACH FROM THE RAID COMMERCIAL!!
HOLLA!
yo u called papoose a "phemon" lmao mad typo. but yeah not really shocked. and im not into that whole celeb personal bullshit. as long as your albums nice u can fuck a hampster for all i care. what u do in your privacy is u. but rem her album was whack, and concieted ? eewww nah son. she lost to lady luck too. rem paid for that win on fight klub.
There is no one shade better than the other anyone who says so is ignorant... and how the hell do we as black people expect to be respected as a race when we can't even put up a damn united front as a people.. we are always fussing about inequality and racism when the same inequality, and racism festers in our own damn community amongst and against each other. If you are light you're beautiful and have the right to know it, feel it, say it...if you are dark you are beautiful and have the right to say it, feel it, and know it... Who cares if Tyra beat out Naomi don't you all see that when people from other cultures see this bull they laugh at us! It needs to stop... Self hatred is a muthafucka so love yourself and you will exude love and confidence and your beauty won't be denied no matter what shade you are! Stop letting the media put us agaisnt each other and love one another! Peace out!!
Who are the Papoose and Remy Ma?
I hope theyre not trying to become famous because they look like every other hoodrat from NY.
Will someone please inform me on why I should care about these people?
Congrats, I guess on getting together.
Fuk bloodmoney Mobb Deep sold out
SOHH's Sassy is the worst writer ever!!
no style
no content
no brain
its really sad...
Although Papoose's lyrical prowess is entirely over-blown, I still got respect for him for not trying to follow in everyone else's footsteps. He really doesn't do much "gangsta" rap, he's more about the lyrics than anything else -- and I respect him for it.
Now on the other hand, Remy Ma has no talent, no originality, and nothing that really distinguishes her from other excruciatingly-mainstream female rappers like Foxy Brown and Lil' Kim. That battle between Remy Ma and Lady Luck WAS NOT HOT!!!!
Lady Luck sounds like a fucking man; she has NO presence on the microphone; her lyrics are wack as hell, most of them revolve around some variation on the phrase "I'll fuck you up, bitch!" I wanted to smack Pharoahe Monch for putting her on the remix for Simon Says -- an otherwise excellent track.
Now, back to Remy Ma. For some reason, she seems to think that knowing Big Pun automically turns you into something ill. She, Foxy Brown, and Lil'Kim are all guilty of this. And the tracks they've made that people always point out as being "great songs", were written by other people.
You wanna see a fucking ill-ass battle between two female MCs, I'll say this:
Roxanne Shante vs. MC Lyte -- that would be a hell of a battle.
As far as I'm concerned, no other female rapper can be acknowledged as an "MC" as long as either of these two flame-spitting femme fatale's are alive. That's all I'm gonna say.
Remy Ma is hella bomb , she is a good lookin female congrats pap
It is good to see my fellow African Americans getting along. I'm so proud of my race!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WTF that dude stole his name from my favorite food. I love to eat papoosas with
some curtido. Fucking buster. Now Remy she looks like she can sick some major duck.
Remy martin aint all that, not coz she is dark skinned, just coz she just aint all that. i agree with the guy who said the media hypes light skinned woman. Im black myself, not light not dark. A lot of light skinned black look down on the darker skinned blacks which is wrong. dont call your self black if u gonna diss dark skinned people. dark skinned people carried slavery on their shouders, u have the audacity 2 call yourself black! THE BLACKER THE GRAPE THE SWEETER THE JUICE! OH AND BLACK DONT CRACK! FUCK BEYONCE. SHE LOOKS QUITE BLACK 4 A WHITE GIRL! LOL
As 4 remy. i know most people in here would hit that. she looks like she can straight up give some hardcore head. Also titty fucking would be major. REMY LOOKS LIKE SHE CAN HANDLE WOOD GOOD!
As 4 papoose. i aint been feeling him in a while. his buzz died down a long time ago, and his verse on touch it remix ultimatley finished him off.
He looks like a cross between JAY Z AND THE RETARD GUY FROM NORE'S GRIMEY VIDEO.
OH AND AS 4 REMY AND PAPOOSE HOOKING, I COULNT GIVE A STUFF. THEY BOTH WILL GO 2X PLASTIC!
STOP IT KIDDIES AND GO TO BED!
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One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.
Well, we'll soon find that out, thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.
Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Red Riding Hood.'
One day her mother said to her: 'Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don't forget to say, "Good morning", and don't peep into every corner before you do it.'
'I will take great care,' said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.
'Good day, Little Red Riding Hood,' said he.
'Thank you kindly, wolf.'
'Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?'
'To my grandmother's.'
'What have you got in your apron?'
'Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger.'
'Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?'
'A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below; you surely must know it,' replied Little Red Riding Hood.
The wolf thought to himself: 'What a tender young creature! what a nice plump mouthful - she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both.'
So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood, and then he said: 'See, Little Red Riding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here - why do you not look round? I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry.'
Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought: 'Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay; that would please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time.'
So she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.
Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the door.
'Who is there?'
'Little Red Riding Hood,' replied the wolf. 'She is bringing cake and wine; open the door.'
'Lift the latch,' called out the grandmother, 'I am too weak, and cannot get up.'
The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother's bed, and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.
Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.
She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself: 'Oh dear! how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with grandmother so much.' She called out: 'Good morning,' but received no answer; so she went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.
'Oh! grandmother,' she said, 'what big ears you have!'
'All the better to hear you with, my child,' was the reply.
'But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!' she said.
'All the better to see you with, my dear.'
'But, grandmother, what large hands you have!'
'All the better to hug you with.'
'Oh! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!'
'All the better to eat you with!'
And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Red Riding Hood.
When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud.
The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself: 'How the old woman is snoring! I must just see if she wants anything.' So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it.
'Do I find you here, you old sinner!' said he. 'I have long sought you!' But just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf.
When he had made two snips, he saw the little red riding hood shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying: 'Ah, how frightened I have been! How dark it was inside the wolf.'
After that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe. Red Riding Hood, however, quickly fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf's belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.
Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf's skin and went home with it; the grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Red Riding Hood had brought, and revived. But Red Riding Hood thought to herself: 'As long as I live, I will never leave the path by myself to run into the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.'
It is also related that once, when Red Riding Hood was again taking cakes to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her from the path. Red Riding Hood, however, was on her guard, and went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother that she had met the wolf, and that he had said 'good morning' to her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had not been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten her up.
'Well,' said the grandmother, 'we will shut the door, so that he can not come in.'
Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried: 'Open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red Riding Hood, and am bringing you some cakes.'
But they did not speak, or open the door, so the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Red Riding Hood went home in the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts.
In front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the child: 'Take the pail, Red Riding Hood; I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough.'
Red Riding Hood carried until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned. But Red Riding Hood went joyously home, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.
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The Selfish Giant
Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.
It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. 'How happy we are here!' they cried to each other.
One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.
'What are you doing here?' he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.
'My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant; 'any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.' So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.
TRESPASSERS
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PROSECUTED
He was a very selfish Giant.
The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside.
'How happy we were there,' they said to each other.
Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 'Spring has forgotten this garden,' they cried, 'so we will live here all the year round.' The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. 'This is a delightful spot,' he said, 'we must ask the Hail on a visit.' So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.
'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.'
But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. 'He is too selfish,' she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.
One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. 'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.
What did he see?
He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. 'Climb up! little boy,' said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the little boy was too tiny.
And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. 'How selfish I have been!' he said; 'now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever.' He was really very sorry for what he had done.
So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.
All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.
'But where is your little companion?' he said: 'the boy I put into the tree.' The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.
'We don't know,' answered the children; 'he has gone away.'
'You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,' said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.
Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. 'How I would like to see him!' he used to say.
Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. 'I have many beautiful flowers,' he said; 'but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.'
One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.
Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.
Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, 'Who hath dared to wound thee?' For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.
'Who hath dared to wound thee?' cried the Giant; 'tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.'
'Nay!' answered the child; 'but these are the wounds of Love.'
'Who art thou?' said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.'
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.
This is why I don't come to this site anymore. Look at some of these posts. Little red riding hood? There are some real bored-as-hell clowns out there, fo'real.
Oh, and I almost forgot:
-The winner of my coveted "Douche of the Year" award is... drumroll please...
KEVIN FEDERLEIN!!!
For your many contributions to the stereo-typing of white guys "influenced" by Hip Hop; as well as nearly doubling the amount of joke-material in the "White Trash" genre of comedy; we here at "The Douchies" proudly present you with this award.
*Contact me at your earliest possible convenience to claim your Douchie.
I will ask you to please disregard the story of the giant that was posted by the "real" me. Kenneth, I told you to quit posting as me, I'm gonna have to tell your mother now. She's not gonna be too happy with you, just be prepared because she's gonna take her belt to you.
DOPEMAN, FUCK THAT. REMY LOOKS LIKE A NIGGA
What would Fat Joe think of this,
O Well he had his chance but he blew it...
First off, the Nation of Blackfolks is just what it is, a Nation! A race has a beginning and an ending. The Blackfolks beginning was with the God and their ending is going to be with the God. Come and celebrate Blackfolks in the Circle...............
Is it a new fad to say that every female looks like a dude?? Every female that is the subject of a blog gets accused of looking like a man or being ugly. These blogs are full of a bunchof fags, no bullshit. You either gay or looking for attention. Ain't a damn thing wrong wit Remy. She got tig ol bitties and a chubby little booty. I'd bet some dough that 80% of yall dudes that always criticizin these chicks got some fat ugly wifey at home or your just jackin your dicks when you get home from the club, either way, you're playing yourselves with all the hatin. I swear man, this hiphop shit got some of yall losers thinkin you're really the truth, thinkin you're really hot shit............lol
OK, Well this is Fun!!
Anyone in these blogs know how I feel about Pap, I think he could be one of the greats!! That’s just my opinion.
Pap & Remy Ma? Come on (no comment) I read in a magazine 50 made a comment stating that remy looked like a female Mike Tyson, that was pure comedy!! I couldn’t stop laughing.
I think if Pap gets in the gym do a little 1,2, 1.2.3. He would improve in the looks department, he's not totally unfortunate looking; nevertheless, he is a breast on the mic.
My favorite song on A threat and a promise is Flashback and Love is a battlefield, I’m telling you every time I listen to that song in my car I have all kinds of White people asking me about Pap, Like who is that and can I buy that in the store’s and I’m naw but, I’m selling this for like $5.00, Hey gotta keep it Brooklyn.
Crayola Falana Lo Life’s Forever!!
Money, Clothes, and cats with large bankrolls!! Don’t like it kick rocks
WHy is that every fucking darkskinned person seems to believe that light skinned people look down on them and think they are better! THat shit is dumb, GET OVER YOUR INFERIORITY COMPLEX MY FELLOW BROTHERS AND SISTERS!!! This belief is so common in our community but damn untrue! I am light skinned and I have never thought I was better b/c of my color, like most light people. A lot of light people may seem a little stand offish toward darker people b/c we don't know if they are one of the dark skinned people that are just going to hate us for being light no matter how cool we are. Some darkskinned people do hate light people, unfortunate, sad, but true, it's the way it's been for years.
It's the media people...before the media it was the slave masters that impregnated black women had light babies and then treated those kids better, b/c they were lighter, and b/c they were their children a lot of the time... Now that there are no slave masters there is the media who whenever they cast black women they would cast the dark one as the down to earth afro-centric nubian queen, and cast the light one as the snooty uppity conceited, bitch! These things still resonate with black people and is the masterful way that whites who are behind most of television, movies, and the media continue to keep us divided as a people!
We can't buy into what we see on T.V. and we need to start healing as a people from the old times when fairskinned people were treated better. We need to become united as a people and stop seperating our race. In the end it doesn't matter if you are dark light or carmel to them anyways, your ass is still a NIGGER, so we need to stick together as a people and show them that WE CAN BE UNITED!!!
DArkskinned people when you say the Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice, it's the same as if a light person said hey I'm better than you cause I'm light... it's still a put down and it still promotes division!
Think about it everytime this is brought up you have all these dark people saying LIght people THINK they are better than us... Well how many light skinned people do you know and talk to that you know they think they are better than you? Probably not many. We have been programed ya'll to be divided and to hate each other and destroy one another... Let's show the world we can do different!
Who cares if you light brown, dark brown Blue Black or whatever! Black is Black so black people stop trippin!
Since I moved to the south from NY, these people trip out over color!! they was like hey red , and Im like who in the hell are the calling Red!
They call white people crackers and Im like wow, these people are really corny, there so caught up on skin color!! but most of all what Ive realize living here is that I cant wait to be done with school so i can move my ass back to the City that never sleeps, I love NY!.
Country people are the worst and guess what yall, they hate New Yorkers/Yankees.
They call me Gal, i hate that sh^t these people are backwards, Ima gonna get me free
Who cares if you light brown, dark brown Blue Black or whatever! Black is Black so black people stop trippin!
Since I moved to the south from NY, these people trip out over color!! they was like hey red , and Im like who in the hell are the calling Red!
They call white people crackers and Im like wow, these people are really corny, there so caught up on skin color!! but most of all what Ive realize living here is that I cant wait to be done with school so i can move my ass back to the City that never sleeps, I love NY!.
Country people are the worst and guess what yall, they hate New Yorkers/Yankees.
They call me Gal, i hate that sh^t these people are backwards, Ima gonna get me free
Shut your latin sellout ass up.
Latin's are descendent's from Blacks(just like everyone else)
So stop dissing your mothers and fathers. You got damn twinkie.
Shut your latin sellout ass up.
Latin's are descendent's from Blacks(just like everyone else)
So stop dissing your mothers and fathers. You got damn twinkie.
ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS LET DEM NIGGAS DO WHAT THEY DO...AND THAT IS A BUSTED ASS PICTURE OF PAPOOSE>>>HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE DAT IN THE BUSTA RHYMES VIDEO .... MAKE UP DOES WONDERS... LOL BUT IF THAT IS HOW HE LOOKS DEN DAMNNNN LOL
ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS LET DEM NIGGAS DO WHAT THEY DO...AND THAT IS A BUSTED ASS PICTURE OF PAPOOSE>>>HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE DAT IN THE BUSTA RHYMES VIDEO .... MAKE UP DOES WONDERS... LOL BUT IF THAT IS HOW HE LOOKS DEN DAMNNNN LOL
Man, I ain't gonna hate, at least she got a man. I can't snag one. Actually I can't get one that's gonna be all for me. So shoot, Remy do ya thang.
My old Name is England Represent
i had to change because ppl kept stealing it.
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Marmalade
Marmalade is a baked bean cat. I bet you've never met a baked bean cat before. If you have, it was probably Marmalade, because as far as I know, he's the only one in the whole wide World.
As you can probably guess, a baked bean cat is a very fussy cat. All baked bean cats ever eat is ... baked beans. Baked beans for breakfast, baked beans for lunch, baked beans for supper and baked beans for brunch - in fact, I don't think that Marmalade the baked bean cat has even tasted anything else except for baked beans - ever! Sometimes, when Marmalade is feeling peckish and wants a snack, he will sit by the sunny window, reading his newspaper (The Daily Purr, and yes, cats can read - it's a common myth that they don't). And, as well as all this, Marmalade is probably the laziest cat in the World too. He's so lazy that sometimes, he won't even get out of bed!
I have a tale to tell you about Marmalade. It's not a very nice one, so if you are at all squeamish, then you had better not read any further.
Ah! You are reading on! I take it that this means you are a very brave person - don't say I didn't warn you!
Marmalade lives in a very grand house. It's all very proper in there - purrfect for a baked bean cat. There is baked bean wallpaper in every room in the house which goes very nicely with the carpet which has a lovely baked bean pattern on it. The lamp in his sitting room is the shape of a baked bean, and the table is too. His lovely, comfortable, soft and squidgy favourite chair is also the shape of a baked bean ... the biggest baked bean in the World, in fact. In Marmalade's bedroom he has baked beans on his quilt and his bed is the shape of a huge, massive, enormous ... baked bean can. No matter where you go in Marmalade's house - there are baked beans everywhere.
One morning, at the end of autumn, Marmalade groggily got out of bed, yawned the biggest, loudest, widest yawn, put on his warm baked beans slippers and dragged himself towards the window. He drew back his baked bean curtains and smiled contentedly as he saw a light sprinkling of snow had landed in his garden overnight. "Good," he grumbled to himself "at least I won't have to cut the grass for a while". Marmalade mooched downstairs, still yawning and walked through to the kitchen. Guess what Marmalade was going to have for breakfast? Yes, baked beans of course!
Marmalade opened up his cupboard to get himself some baked beans and ... there were NO baked beans left! "Rats!" Marmalade muttered under his breath. "I'll have to go out in that horrible, freezing, icy weather and get some more baked beans. Double rats!"
Lucky for Marmalade, in his garden was a tree. This tree was a very special tree because on its long, thick, strong branches grew something very special. Can you guess? Baked beans of course! More beans than you could ever possibly imagine. There were enough baked beans for Marmalade to feed for a month. When the baked beans got picked, the tree would just grow some more.
So, reluctantly, Marmalade put on his boots, scarf, hat and a very warm coat. He went outside and trudged slowly through the snow to his baked bean tree, or to where his baked bean tree normally stood. Marmalade stood and stared, for instead of the lovely big strong baked bean tree, was a hole. No tree and no baked beans. Marmalade rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but when he looked again, the tree still wasn't there.
"Well! Where is my tree? I must have baked beans, and I won't go to the shops to get them. I want my baked beans and I want them now" he shouted and stomped around the garden like a little human boy.
So, Marmalade decided to go for a walk to see if he could find his tree. He didn't like walking anywhere very much, but if he didn't have a tree, then he wouldn't have baked beans, because he was FAR too lazy to go to the shops for his beans, and besides, they just didn't taste the same if they were store bought. Marmalade was such a snob!
Marmalade walked down his path, angry that his tree had disappeared like that. He walked to the end of his street where he met Dougbert. Dougbert was a friendly alley cat.
"Hello, Marmalade. What's the matter? You look angry." Dougbert asked.
"My baked bean tree is missing. Have you seen it?" Marmalade grunted in reply.
"No, Marmalade, I haven't. Why has it gone? Have you been watering it properly?" Dougbert replied.
"I never water my tree. That's far too much work." Marmalade said, and with that he gave a 'humph' and walked off, with his head high in the air, swishing his tail around like he didn't have a care in the World.
As Marmalade walked around the corner, he came to the grocery shop. Now, they sold baked beans in there, but Marmalade never bought them from here - his own beans from his special tree were far better. Roger, the Tomcat was working in the shop.
"Hello, Marmalade! Why do you look so sad?" Roger asked.
"My baked bean tree has gone missing and I don't know why. Have you seen it anywhere?" Marmalade demanded.
"Well, no, I haven't. Have you been looking after it properly, by weeding it regularly?"
"Why should I bother weeding around my tree? I'm too busy. That's far too much work." Marmalade said angrily and with that he gave a 'humph' and walked off, with his head high in the air, swishing his tail around like he didn't have a care in the World.
Marmalade continued walking, always looking for his tree. Soon he came to the bus stop where Terrance the tabby cat was standing waiting for the number 49 bus that goes into town.
"Hello Marmalade. You don't look very happy. What ever is the matter with you?" Terrance asked very politely.
"I'm looking for my baked bean tree. It seems to have gone missing and I don't know why. I don't suppose that you have seen it anywhere?" Marmalade asked, getting rather annoyed.
"No, I haven't." replied Terrance, "Have you been feeding it plant food and fertiliser to keep it strong and healthy?"
"Bah!" said Marmalade "Why should I bother doing things like that? It's only a tree, and besides, trees are strong enough too look after themselves. I don't have time to do that sort of thing. That's far too much work" and with that he gave a 'humph' and walked off, with his head high in the air, swishing his tail around like he didn't have a care in the World.
By now Marmalade had almost decided to walk back home when he came to the park. The park was very big and there were lots of exciting things to do there.
Leaning on the entrance to the gate was Bernard the boss cat. Bernard, as you can probably guess by his name was the boss of all the cats in the neighbourhood. Bernard always knew everything that was going on. Sometimes he even knew things were going to happen before they even happened!
"Hello, Marmalade. You do look ever so miserable. I hear that you've lost your baked bean tree." Bernard stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, Bernard. Not that it is any of your business, but I have. I don't suppose you've seen it anywhere?" Marmalade asked.
"Actually, I think I have. But before I tell you, I think I should tell you that your baked bean tree isn't very happy."
"Humph!" Marmalade said. "Trees don't have feelings. Where is it?"
And with that, Bernard directed Marmalade to the pond, where he thought he had seen a very unhappy looking tree sitting on the park bench.
Marmalade didn't have to look for long, which was just as well seeing as he is the laziest cat in the Whole Wide World, and frankly, I don't think that he would have bothered looking for more than five minutes. Anyway, the baked bean tree was found by Marmalade sitting on an old park bench. He was hunched over, his head in his hands. He was crying. No, he was sobbing. His tears were huge, fat drops and they were pouring out of the tree's eyes. The tears fell into the pond, and as the minutes ticked by, the pond was getting deeper and deeper due to the fact that the tree simply WOULD NOT STOP CRYING! And can you really blame him?
"Um, hello tree." Marmalade said, a little awkwardly. "I've been looking for you absolutely everywhere!"
"Well, you've found me. You can go home now." Replied the tree.
Marmalade looked around, as if to check that no one else was there. He coughed a light cough; the type grown-ups do when they are trying to get someone's attention. He took a deep, deep breath and began to speak.
"I ... I ... I need you tree. You have the most wonderful beaked beans in the World. Come back. Please."
"Ha!" scoffed the tree; "Why on Earth do you think I would ever come back home with you? You are a horrible, mean, nasty, selfish, heartless, thoughtless ... cat. You just want me come home so that you can eat my wonderful baked beans. Well, I can tell you something - I shan't! You never feed me, you never water me, you never weed me, you never talk to me, and I can tell you that being a baked bean tree is a very lonely business - no-one ever wants to talk to you because of our unique ... um ... aroma."
Marmalade sighed. The tree was right. The other cats had been right. He had neglected it - his precious baked bean tree.
Anyhow, after much persuasion, Marmalade managed to talk the tree into coming back home. I think the tree didn't want to leave in the first place, but his disappearance certainly had got Marmalade's attention. So off they walked, paw in trunk, back home. Out of the park "Hello Bernard!", past the bus stop "Hello Terrance!" (Still waiting for the never-on-time-number-49), past the grocers "Hello Roger!" (Won't have to eat your baked beans - thank goodness), down the alley "Hello Dougbert" (go find another alley you nosy cat) and finally back home.
Now, months went by, and the tree was quite happy, living back in Marmalade's garden. And true to his word, Marmalade watered the tree, weeded the tree, fed the tree, and even went out sometimes just to talk to the tree. So, this is where the story ends ... or is it?
You see, I did warn you that this was not a very pleasant story, so if you want to find out the real ending, then read on, otherwise, stop right here.
Do you remember that Marmalade was a very lazy cat? Well, he was the World's laziest cat, and as you can well imagine, all this extra effort that he had to put into his tree was truly tiring. It was now the middle of winter and it was such hard work for Marmalade to go out and keep the tree happy. Besides that - it was very cold outside - far too cold for a lazy cat like Marmalade.
One day, at tea time, Celia, Marmalade's next door neighbour popped around to deliver a parcel that had been left at her house by mistake.
"Oh great!" Marmalade exclaimed, "Do come in, it's ever so cold outside. Have a cup of tea. I'm glad you came, I'm ever so hungry."
"But don't you eat baked beans from your tree, Marmalade?" Celia asked.
"Oh no, not anymore. You see, this parcel is my weekly delivery of Meatballs. I only ever eat meatballs now. These ones are the finest you can get. They're imported you know? No more baked beans for me! Do sit down next to me in front of my lovely, roaring, freshly cut baked bean log fire."
I really don't care cause Papoose ain't all dat he just somewhat came out and Remy Ma..........she aint all dat either.
SOHH SUCKS ASS FOR ALLOWING THESE RIDICULOUS LONG-WINDED-NONESENSE-ASS-POST TO STAY ON HERE. GET OFF YOUR ASS AND START DELETING THSE FOOLS WHEN THE PUT ALL THIS GARBAGE ON HERE.
*PREDICTION: I BET MY SHIT GET'S DELETED BEFORE ALL THE BULLSHIT THAT'S TAKING UP 80% SPACE ON THIS POST.
STEP YOUR GAME UP SOHH, I'M GETTING TIRED OF THIS BULLSHIT!!!
I RUN THIS BLOG
I RUN THIS BLOG
(the real) Dj Nahlege=EnglandRepresent
++++PAY CLOSE ATTENTION +++++++
THIS IS A OPEN LETTER TO ANy HIP HOP BIG WIG? No pun Intended.
I AM GIVING YOU AN IDEA WORTH $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
WATCH AFTER I POST THIS
PLUS IT WOULD SETTLE RAP BEEF LIKE CRAZY .
Get u a lil producer who can edit , cameraman , all that good stuff, then go to MTV,BET,FUSE,Mundo, ok...........
Ready.........
START A HIP HOP SHOW WHERE YOU LET PROFESSIONAL RAPPERS/MCz Like TI,Raskass,Cormega,Nas battle on stage to see who is iller in an MC BATTLE or freestyle .And Regulate it.
(Most people are saying ,KO stupid , they done did that , that Idea is old,aint Nick Doing it aLready?) NO!
NO ONE HAS DONE IT ON A GRAND LEVEL , ATLEAST NOT FROM A RESPECTABLE HIPHOP POINT OF VIEW.
NO ONE HAS SUCCESFULLY HAD A SHOW WHERE MAJOR ARTIST BATTLE EACH OTHER EVERY WEEK.
THEN SOME OF THESE RAP BEEFS , CAN BE SETTLE ON BEATZ, NOT THE STREETZ.AND THE LOSER CAN SHUT THE F UP , OR GO FOR A REMATCH.
NOW PLEASE DO US ALL A FAVOR AND RUN WITH .The advertising $$ would be in the millions.
Now when you do this sign me up for either Jay-z or Mega, nah let me stop Dudez would lyrically ,Give me a fight.........
Ok , I hope I did the game a favor for this one.Cuz really it would save it about now.
ANYONE COSIGN?
Now IM SURE alot of people have thought of this ,,,,BUT WHY HAVE'NT YOU DONE IT. I started a MC BATTLE SHOW HERE IN FLORIDA ON Pennies.............?
U already know Unholywarfare is an album that will school alot of headz about their Civil Liberties ......
And what we should not accept as the norm in this Surveilance Society.
My peeps Midz is calling me ,Ill be back.
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I lived in Orlando for a good minute back n forth from the US virgin islands.Out here ,yes u r right ,alot of people do stress skin color.But not every one.I remember 94 it was pretty much Blacks vs Haitians.Puerto Ricans vs Haitians n so forth. But you have that almost every where . Alot of the racial tension has to do with the city of Bithlo in the outskirts of Orlando, ,(When you saw the Grand Wizard on Jerry Springer , thats where they are from,out Here in Bithlo)that is ran by chapters of the Aryan Nation/kkk . The people down south specifically minorities have taken madd shit from the skinheads/neo nazis and so forth.
You dont deal with that up north.We have to.Back in '90 , kkk used to run sht.To keep it real with you , it was hiphop that allowed our culture wether african american or PuertoRican/cuban/Mex to matter and have a presence .
Im not justifying how they call white people crackas. Its just the norm out here.
Orlando has tobe at least 15-20% New Yorkans , as far as population,now adayz u cant find anyone out here , not from New York/Jerz .Its crazy.
now dat is just nasty how 2 ugly mafukkas gon hook up. papoose can spit remy can spit but wat happens wen dey spit out a seed. da boy will look like a cross between a ape and craig mack and if a girl*smh damn son a cross between remy's face and 50 cent's face
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Two ugly people make a beautiful baby. I've seen it before.
That ugly nigga look like a Papoose!!!!!!
remy and papoose is a crazy ass couple ya keep hatin they love it. if they have a seed he/she would be straight evil/talented. remy i been hearin tha u on sale..fuck da u T.S its in ur vains big pun said so :>
haha, On some real shit i know most of the people postin dat Remy Ma is ugly is most likely some Hatin ass Females, and i bet most of them are some wigga/cracka ass white girls. But remy ma is aight, She got a body on her and that's all i really be lookin at, Plus she is kinda cute in the face. I dont know about papoose i cain't gonna say no other nigga look like
But if u knew anything about females u should of known they were gonna spread that playerhatian on this blog. But to be real... yall females need to stop judgin eachother Because most of the time yall bitches dont know WHAT THE FUCK ur talkin about, Yall is actin like yall know wat a nigga is wantin. AND most likely the ceally ass bitch dat be judgin bitches is a lil skinny minny, chicken leg, skeletor look-alike bitch.
brixton all day everyday
Yea i guess stafford is right, I personally think remy ma looks good
Does she look like a man right here?--->
http://www.smackdvdmagazine.com/thumbgallery/remymartin/003_RT8.jpg
http://www.smackdvdmagazine.com/thumbgallery/remymartin/031_RT8.html
this whole damn thing is just gay!
You can't be 44558 serious?!?
big upz 2 Papoose Pa Poose
YO I WANNA NO IF MY HUSBAND T.I. GOT HERPES CAUSE DATS WUT ERRRBODY... SAYIN BUT I DONT BELEIVE DEM SO I REALLY WANNA FIND OUT DA TRUTH BOUT DIS CAUSE IT'S MAKING ME GET PISSED......(4REAL)!!!!
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