I love Latina women
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Basic but pretty
Pictures from Jay-Z's The Dynasty album release party back in 2000
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Basic but pretty
There was none. Cats got clowned to death if you wore fitted clothing. Especially back then, when cats thought you were homo if you didn't wear the same Rocawear/Sean John/Phat Farm shirts and outfits.
That's Harlem back in those days...28th street wholesale baby lol
Ananda Lewis my God
@stomachlines
Why don't u ever bring her up? she's slim but shaped well and pretty.
28th street with cramped up rooms of fake Jordan's and 12 for 20 white tees
...Jay was spitting that fiyah on Streets is Talking
You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin
And I only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shyt goes down you know who's doin the poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin
S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose
Before you realize that it's probably true?
Whatever jigga say, jigga probably do
shyt I paid my dues, I made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say jigga can't go back home
You know when I heard that? when I was back home
I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome
On any martin luther, don't part with your future
Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
From what the block has spoken, my god
Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ah
When the, streets is talkin, nikkas is gossipin
bytches all in your shyt, what's the cause of it?
I need to know, chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
When the, streets is talkin, nikkas is gossipin
bytches all in your shyt, what's the cause of it?
I need to know, gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Yeah, yo, yo
I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know
I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll
But I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad
I grew up pushin snowflake to nikka that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nikka, give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
I seen nikkas before me, with a chance to write they own script
Slip up and change the story
I seen young nikkaz go out in a blaze of glory
Before reachin puberty, scared a nikka truthfully
I took trips with so much shyt in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, sniff
Smell me nikka? The real me nikka, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nikka
You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin
And I only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shyt goes down you know who's doin the poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin
S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose
Before you realize that it's probably true?
Whatever jigga say, jigga probably do
shyt I paid my dues, I made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say jigga can't go back home
You know when I heard that? when I was back home
I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome
On any martin luther, don't part with your future
Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
From what the block has spoken, my god
Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ah
When the, streets is talkin, nikkas is gossipin
bytches all in your shyt, what's the cause of it?
I need to know, chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
When the, streets is talkin, nikkas is gossipin
bytches all in your shyt, what's the cause of it?
I need to know, gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Yeah, yo, yo
I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know
I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll
But I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad
I grew up pushin snowflake to nikka that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nikka, give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
I seen nikkas before me, with a chance to write they own script
Slip up and change the story
I seen young nikkaz go out in a blaze of glory
Before reachin puberty, scared a nikka truthfully
I took trips with so much shyt in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, sniff
Smell me nikka? The real me nikka, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nikka
The way nigs get clowned for rocking baggy clothes now is the way nigs was getting clowned for wearing fitted clothes then, you was either a square or gay in our eyes. Hawaiian shirts was poppin and fatigues was still in, just wasn’t as popular. I had avirex jacket, shyt was mad expensive but I was that nikka in HS cuz of it, BTW I still got the Avi in my closet somewhere and it’s still dope buttttt it’s a 4xl SMFH. If I knew then I woulda got a XL at biggest so I can still stunt in it nowadays
The original culture vulture.
The fashion in these pics are
Carmen Electra actually from a hood around the way here in Cincinnati ......
just sayin thoI loved that arrogance, he was sonning everything in sight back then, Jay is the goat imo.
Friend or Foe 1&2 was that sarcastic/arrogant flow at its finest, brought to life by those Streets is Watching visuals.
1
Check one check two, you know what to do
Primo, cold crush when I give it to you
Friend or foe yo, state your biz
Ya tend to dough, ah, there it is
Me, I run the show, oh, and these kids
Don't like nobody commin around here fukkin wit they doe for shyt
You enterprisin though,
And I like it
But fukk with the big dogs though, I gotta bite ya,
Look, its out of my hands
And you gettin money round here, its not in the plans
So hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas
I'm sendin nikkas back up in campuses
Chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses
Let me guess, they said it was money round here
And the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct?
Sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel
I'll take care of that, you'll see, now please
Give me the room key
You're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous
My crew, well, they do pack, them nikkas is murderous
So would ya, please put your hand back in sight
They don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right?
You draw, better be picasso, y'know the best
Cause if this is not so, ah, god bless
You leave me no choice, I leave you no voice
Believe me son I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done
Now calm your boys,
Cause I'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise
Get the point, I'll let ya go,
Before ya leave, I guess I aughta let you know, I need those keys
And promise you never, no matter the weather
Evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo
2
I'm done talking
Ran up in the spot gun smoking
Shot it in the air, one woke him
Sun-soaking, sweating in his bed like Dunlo
Thinking to himself what done provoked him
His thoughts is racing like a Vulcan
I swear I saw a light bulb when
He finally figured out who was the culprit
I said yeah, remember me from Friend or Foe when
I told you don't ever ever come around here no more
Time to pay now, he tried to rise, I wave the gun - lay down
This time you're really going to listen to Jay now
I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize
I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be
Plus I had sympathy and we all bought rims with your keys
And it wasn't afterthought that maybe you'll try to revenge me
But I was like "Nah", Homes had to know he was wrong
And if you caught me on the foul know you would sing me the same song
Plus you promised
And that's really no fun
And here I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns
And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms
Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon
But my mind's like a flower in bloom
Peep how my eyes just scower the room
I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out
You think you the first nikka I played out, in a 2 hotel town?
Come on now, I peep your Lexus at you
Left the exit got some nikkas on that side of the town
Money well invested, rudely interrupted
Jamaican accents (Boy you know who you dun fukked with?)
A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with?
I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen
Do me a favor dude, get 2 ice cubes I pass them
Take that ice up, for the nicest MC
And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable
Friend or foe bytch!
He ain' the goat
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Carmen Electra bad
so are the Jones girls, Rashida and Kadida
so are the Jones girls, Rashida and Kadida
richaveli83
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I miss this era. 
I love Latina women
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moments looking back
Elim Garak
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I came across these pictures today and started to make a thread but I see it already was one lol. Most people even if you had the internet then weren't looking to find this stuff but it's always extremely interesting to see now. I'm still thankful it was no social media really although so interesting stuff was missed by most.