praaaaaahhhhh....he remains the ginjah the ginjah AKA the swagger the swagger,the king kong wey dey sing song,the intellectual madman,the spiritual mallam
With Denrele on this one ,they tore up the place...the video was directed by Terry G himself and with the enlisted help of the clowns....hilarious video.
SO PLAY IT OR FREE HIM RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!
MR EAZI
ABOUT TO BLOW MIXTAPE OUT #19JUNE
October 28, 2010
October 27, 2010
NOWplayIN:DAMMY KRANE - UNI GIRLS
#shoutout to samklef for the beat....
follow him on twitter.com/dammy_krane
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October 23, 2010
LamBAtells: << REWIND OJEZMINA
Special Dedicasong to u: Haba - Chykay
I enjoy being with her.
We are talking for hours now, she’s a very good person, no unnecessary fronting.
FastForward >>
I give her my number and ask her to call me….she did …..my stomach hurts still.
Got talking a bit more…she lives near my house….she’s the only girl….awfully nice coincidents .
I seat, she asked how the stomach is…. I say good but…..am in pain….there are books beside me…funny that the title of the book on top is ‘HOW TO GET PREGNANT’…. I show her…she laughs.
I hear my name….I go in….am out in a bit….shit! my seat is taken…I would wait until its free so I can talk to her more….good my seat is free…
I turn again….she’s fine….I ask why she’s here….ear buds cotton stuck in her ear….I laugh, she asks why am here too….before I answer, she makes a joke about me been pregnant…I laugh….mmmmmhhhh, she likes to laugh…ilike.
Am sitting in front of the doctors’ office…..she comes and sit one seat from me….I turn, she’s reading….who comes to read in the clinic….she is fine….now am interested….it’s not every time you come to the clinic that you see a fine babe sitting next to you…..my stomach hurts bad….I grunt….
My stomach hurts bad…am almost rolling on the floor…am at the clinic….am waiting to have my file found….I see her coming….black sweats with black pants…..she walked past me…I ignore
P.S Maybe you should start your reading from here
I enjoy being with her.
We are talking for hours now, she’s a very good person, no unnecessary fronting.
FastForward >>
I give her my number and ask her to call me….she did …..my stomach hurts still.
Got talking a bit more…she lives near my house….she’s the only girl….awfully nice coincidents .
I seat, she asked how the stomach is…. I say good but…..am in pain….there are books beside me…funny that the title of the book on top is ‘HOW TO GET PREGNANT’…. I show her…she laughs.
I hear my name….I go in….am out in a bit….shit! my seat is taken…I would wait until its free so I can talk to her more….good my seat is free…
I turn again….she’s fine….I ask why she’s here….ear buds cotton stuck in her ear….I laugh, she asks why am here too….before I answer, she makes a joke about me been pregnant…I laugh….mmmmmhhhh, she likes to laugh…ilike.
Am sitting in front of the doctors’ office…..she comes and sit one seat from me….I turn, she’s reading….who comes to read in the clinic….she is fine….now am interested….it’s not every time you come to the clinic that you see a fine babe sitting next to you…..my stomach hurts bad….I grunt….
My stomach hurts bad…am almost rolling on the floor…am at the clinic….am waiting to have my file found….I see her coming….black sweats with black pants…..she walked past me…I ignore
P.S Maybe you should start your reading from here
October 21, 2010
NOWplayIN:DURELLA - MAMA JAMMER
The track is called “Mama Jammer” and the production on it is fresh. It’s done by Fishiloso and has elements of break-dance in it …I couldn’t help but dance yesterday. Track is definitely gonna light up the clubs.
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NOWwatchIN:SIR SHINA PETERS,M.I,ICE PRINCE,BEZ,KAS,NNEKA - LIKE A BOTTLE
Here's the video to the single of the Hennessy artistry single 'Like a Bottle'. 'Like a Bottle' is a blend between the all-star talents of super-star rapper, M.I., soul-music singer, Nneka, fast-rising lyricist, Ice prince, alternative soul guitarist, Bez, and the King of Afro-Juju, Sir Shina Peters.
The 'Like a Bottle' track was produced by Kas, the brain behind the hit songs 'Fi Mi Le' and 'Wind for Me'. The track likens every artiste's goal of the ultimate performance to that of Hennessy cognac.
Would it be safe to say Sir Shina Peters is back....if yes...'elo gbe omi ila kana' i.e 'Go and put the water to make the okro soup on fire'...#letsgo
October 20, 2010
V.I.PEEK:SAMKLEF ft OZONE - DO THE NONI
So here is the track that we promised to leak....
Do the Noni....do the noni....shake ur bangles .....Samklef noni produces yet another hit from his upcoming album.Having already dropped three hot songs,here's a fourth that features upcoming rap act 'Ozone'. Still inb the studio recording new works to complete the album,Samklef show us best of both worlds....the producer/the musician......#NONI
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UNSIGNED HYPE:SO-J
Chinedum Samuel Okorie(JNR) A.K.A So-J grew up listening to music in the early 90’s his Dad used to wake him up with in the morning to the likes Don William, Dolly Parton, Jim Reeves, Bob Marley, Lucky Dube etc
As he grew, he realized that R&B and Soul Music played a part in my life. Not so long afterward, he found myself singing, dancing , understanding and writing music at the age of 13.
Music he says brings him joy, happiness and also peace of mind.
Having heard a bit from this chap,i looks very promising and i recommend that you download his song 'special person'...a real sensual song that shows how much he loves whomever must have inspired the song...
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October 17, 2010
LamBAtells:FASHION MUM
AS WRITTEN BY Carlang Mbofung
FASHION MUM
My mum still insists on buying me jeans as tight as leggings. I’ve spent the last five years trying to explain to her why I like a bit more room in my pants. I need a bit of room to swing my legs—all three of them—but sadly, my mum is of the opinion that I really do not know what I’m taking about.
“You have zero sense of fashion!” she duly informs me with a frown, adding, “Besides, isn’t the whole idea to tuck “it” in instead of having “it” swing about?” I tell my mum she is mistaking my jeans for a bra. It is neither the same thing or governed by the same principle. She does not understand, or if she does she pretends not to. Ignoring my cries of protest she goes on to buy those jeans for me, and so every year I get a new pair of legging jeans for my birthday.
Lately, I have come to suspect that perhaps I am the only male in this country who wears jeans of this kind. This suggests to me that perhaps there is a company somewhere in China whose sole earnings are dependent on how many of these—dare I still call them—jeans they manage to sell. In their record room, they have charts where the sales for the year are arranged per country. 190 white legging jeans for people in France. 3000 for the gay community in Italy. 3 for some guy in America named George Bush. And finally, 18 for a certain Nigerian called Carlang. If I wasn’t so worried I would have been delighted. My name actually is on a chart!
Now, I’m not saying all this is a fact. I might be wrong. And yet the suggestion that my acceptance of these yearly gifts from my mum brings revenue to some poor family in China gives me a bit of self importance as I wear them. I wear them not for myself, but for the Chinese family that makes them.
Where am I going with all this?
Nowhere really. I’ve started with every woman being a fashion expert and ended up in China...We will once again begin.
Every woman is a self proclaimed fashion expert. They all claim to know what one should wear and what one shouldn’t. From the French with their bizarre outfits to the Italians with their silk shirts and trousers, from the three-piece outfits of Savile Row to the flared trousers and oversized shirts of the African American in Harlem. There’s the Chinese with their simple one-piece outfits and the Indians with their colourful sweeping gowns.
The lure of talking fashion is restricted to half of the human demographic. Fashion is an interesting topic only when it is applied to the other sex. For men, the rules governing fashion are blessedly simple. Do not wear bright coloured clothes, avoid clingy trousers and for the sake of all that’s holy, do not wear fur. (People who break these rules are simply called pimps.) It’s a theory that has never failed. It certainly has never let me down. People (and by people I mean females) sometimes ask why I always appear to be dressed in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers when I’m not dressed for some official function. I laugh at them and refuse to confess the obvious.
It is very hard to be badly dressed if you wear a nice t-shirt and a nice pair of sneakers. After years of trial and error, man finally settled on the perfect form of dressing. The jeans and shirt. Pharrel Williams dresses like this. The Prince of England dresses like this. George Clooney dresses like this. Those seem very easy odds to bet on . . . not for women.
I marvel every time I walk into my sister’s room. It seems she always has something new to try on. A stunning myriad of conflicting attires. Blouses. Tops with one strap. Tops with spaghetti straps. Tops with one spaghetti strap. Tops with no straps at all. The list of options for just a simple top is endless. Women, it seems, are obsessed about how they look. I do not understand most of it. If you ask me, a woman in blue jeans, looks the same in black jeans . . . not so to them.
Women are critical about how they look. They invent rules that boggle male folk. Whilst it is normal (and indeed expected) for a man to maintain the same pair of jean trousers over a week, a woman simply cannot. I’m not sure exactly why. I’ve heard that if a woman were to wear the same pair of jeans twice in a week the world as we know it would come to an end.
Women are insane about clothes. They dive into magazines and gasp over the outfits that supposedly are different. They tut-tut over sashes and swoon over bows. They marvel at the design behind the skirt. The A-skirt, the pencil skirt, the straight skirt, the slit skirt . . . it is an incredible phenomenon to behold.
But the madness of female wear is not wholly constrained to the feminine folk. At some point in time males made an entry. Whilst men are normally indifferent when it comes to the selection of female clothing, there is one area where they make an exception.
Men are always interested in female lingerie.
FASHION MUM
My mum still insists on buying me jeans as tight as leggings. I’ve spent the last five years trying to explain to her why I like a bit more room in my pants. I need a bit of room to swing my legs—all three of them—but sadly, my mum is of the opinion that I really do not know what I’m taking about.
“You have zero sense of fashion!” she duly informs me with a frown, adding, “Besides, isn’t the whole idea to tuck “it” in instead of having “it” swing about?” I tell my mum she is mistaking my jeans for a bra. It is neither the same thing or governed by the same principle. She does not understand, or if she does she pretends not to. Ignoring my cries of protest she goes on to buy those jeans for me, and so every year I get a new pair of legging jeans for my birthday.
Lately, I have come to suspect that perhaps I am the only male in this country who wears jeans of this kind. This suggests to me that perhaps there is a company somewhere in China whose sole earnings are dependent on how many of these—dare I still call them—jeans they manage to sell. In their record room, they have charts where the sales for the year are arranged per country. 190 white legging jeans for people in France. 3000 for the gay community in Italy. 3 for some guy in America named George Bush. And finally, 18 for a certain Nigerian called Carlang. If I wasn’t so worried I would have been delighted. My name actually is on a chart!
Now, I’m not saying all this is a fact. I might be wrong. And yet the suggestion that my acceptance of these yearly gifts from my mum brings revenue to some poor family in China gives me a bit of self importance as I wear them. I wear them not for myself, but for the Chinese family that makes them.
Where am I going with all this?
Nowhere really. I’ve started with every woman being a fashion expert and ended up in China...We will once again begin.
Every woman is a self proclaimed fashion expert. They all claim to know what one should wear and what one shouldn’t. From the French with their bizarre outfits to the Italians with their silk shirts and trousers, from the three-piece outfits of Savile Row to the flared trousers and oversized shirts of the African American in Harlem. There’s the Chinese with their simple one-piece outfits and the Indians with their colourful sweeping gowns.
The lure of talking fashion is restricted to half of the human demographic. Fashion is an interesting topic only when it is applied to the other sex. For men, the rules governing fashion are blessedly simple. Do not wear bright coloured clothes, avoid clingy trousers and for the sake of all that’s holy, do not wear fur. (People who break these rules are simply called pimps.) It’s a theory that has never failed. It certainly has never let me down. People (and by people I mean females) sometimes ask why I always appear to be dressed in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers when I’m not dressed for some official function. I laugh at them and refuse to confess the obvious.
It is very hard to be badly dressed if you wear a nice t-shirt and a nice pair of sneakers. After years of trial and error, man finally settled on the perfect form of dressing. The jeans and shirt. Pharrel Williams dresses like this. The Prince of England dresses like this. George Clooney dresses like this. Those seem very easy odds to bet on . . . not for women.
I marvel every time I walk into my sister’s room. It seems she always has something new to try on. A stunning myriad of conflicting attires. Blouses. Tops with one strap. Tops with spaghetti straps. Tops with one spaghetti strap. Tops with no straps at all. The list of options for just a simple top is endless. Women, it seems, are obsessed about how they look. I do not understand most of it. If you ask me, a woman in blue jeans, looks the same in black jeans . . . not so to them.
Women are critical about how they look. They invent rules that boggle male folk. Whilst it is normal (and indeed expected) for a man to maintain the same pair of jean trousers over a week, a woman simply cannot. I’m not sure exactly why. I’ve heard that if a woman were to wear the same pair of jeans twice in a week the world as we know it would come to an end.
Women are insane about clothes. They dive into magazines and gasp over the outfits that supposedly are different. They tut-tut over sashes and swoon over bows. They marvel at the design behind the skirt. The A-skirt, the pencil skirt, the straight skirt, the slit skirt . . . it is an incredible phenomenon to behold.
But the madness of female wear is not wholly constrained to the feminine folk. At some point in time males made an entry. Whilst men are normally indifferent when it comes to the selection of female clothing, there is one area where they make an exception.
Men are always interested in female lingerie.
October 15, 2010
LamBAtells:THE WAY YOU ARE
So I said I was bored and she said for me to conjure and I said I would conjure about her……she laughed. I don’t yet know many about you but let’s start at the beginning.
She’s dark skinned, apple bottomed, not short, not tall, she loves pictures and she is 100% picture perfect. Me and my friends believe her die cos her packaging is 158%; every hair style, every color, every shirt, every skirt, every outfit/costume ever worn by her fits perfectly.
I call her Ms Endowed toh badder than ooooooosssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
I haven’t seen her in underwear but I know that she would kill it…..P.S I wana see
And I love to hear her talk cos she sounds so sweet that I could actually taste it when I swallow. She walk up to me and have me almost stuttering ..lol
*sigh* my Ms Endowed.
Special dedicasong to u babe: Bruno Mars – The way you are
She’s dark skinned, apple bottomed, not short, not tall, she loves pictures and she is 100% picture perfect. Me and my friends believe her die cos her packaging is 158%; every hair style, every color, every shirt, every skirt, every outfit/costume ever worn by her fits perfectly.
I call her Ms Endowed toh badder than ooooooosssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
I haven’t seen her in underwear but I know that she would kill it…..P.S I wana see
And I love to hear her talk cos she sounds so sweet that I could actually taste it when I swallow. She walk up to me and have me almost stuttering ..lol
*sigh* my Ms Endowed.
Special dedicasong to u babe: Bruno Mars – The way you are
October 2, 2010
LamBAtells:CAR JACKED II
…..but this guy had a pistol, a locally mad pistol…you should have seen the size sef….next I heard the guy say one thing but I heard three things, ‘Kneel down/lie down/sit down’ am not still sure which one he said but I did d first one that registered in my head…kneel down……………………….
I guess Lloyd heard sit down…cos he too after seeing the gun sat down….need I say that I was the first to kneel down…lol…funny abi..as I looked around to check if it was real…I saw that L.A wanted to run…idiot, they would have beaten us senseless.
So we were asked to remove our watches and chains and phones and all our valuables….not been totally in shock I removed my watch and held it firmly in my left hand…while the guy checked my pockets and took everything except my card holder which he threw at me…I was very grateful cos in it I had my black card, Nigerian Express, MasterCard and other important cards…..(what’s funny)
L.A been sharp guy like me also kept his phone and watch while Lloyd sat on his money, finding nothing tangible with Lloyd he was dished one very hot slap….immediately I just scare say them go slap mi too,then I heard the guy with the gun cocking and cocking it at Pade as he was unwilling to release his precious blackberry.
Pade finally releases the phone and they start to go towards their car, I was about to laff and abuse all my friends….foolish weaklings….when all of a sudden they looked at our car/my friends car and came back at us asking for the owner of the car and the car keys…Lloyd comes forward and he is bundled into the car….all these time the girl was in the car watching the drama…Lloyd is bundled into the car and off they went…in the front of my eyes...ni waju oju mi….”Yepa!!!!!My guy from small, my guy from primary 4,we grew up together…wetin I go tell him mama..” Hands on my head, me and the remaining guys cross over while some unprintable something happened…lol (we get the joke, u don’t, u can’t)
L.A immediately calls his brother, who comes running to meet us….
So we lost the car, my friend and the babe and watches(their own sha, I still have mine),phones….*sigh* because of alcohol wey we wan go drink….
Actually, they dropped Lloyd and the girl a few meters away and they walked back to where we were…the girl I later found out had just come to Lagos for the first time…lol…what other way to give her a perfect ‘welcome to Lagos’ experience...*chuckle*
Its four weeks after and I haven’t touched alcohol talkless of seeing a bottle…
Did we report to the police, yes we did but that is another hilarious story all together…lol
#shoutout to everybody that was there dat night ‘L.A’, ’Fele’, ’Lloyd’,’ Pade’, and the girl whose name I never got to know…and everybody that tried to help….’Diadora’ wa gbayi…’Kunle’ props.
I guess Lloyd heard sit down…cos he too after seeing the gun sat down….need I say that I was the first to kneel down…lol…funny abi..as I looked around to check if it was real…I saw that L.A wanted to run…idiot, they would have beaten us senseless.
So we were asked to remove our watches and chains and phones and all our valuables….not been totally in shock I removed my watch and held it firmly in my left hand…while the guy checked my pockets and took everything except my card holder which he threw at me…I was very grateful cos in it I had my black card, Nigerian Express, MasterCard and other important cards…..(what’s funny)
L.A been sharp guy like me also kept his phone and watch while Lloyd sat on his money, finding nothing tangible with Lloyd he was dished one very hot slap….immediately I just scare say them go slap mi too,then I heard the guy with the gun cocking and cocking it at Pade as he was unwilling to release his precious blackberry.
Pade finally releases the phone and they start to go towards their car, I was about to laff and abuse all my friends….foolish weaklings….when all of a sudden they looked at our car/my friends car and came back at us asking for the owner of the car and the car keys…Lloyd comes forward and he is bundled into the car….all these time the girl was in the car watching the drama…Lloyd is bundled into the car and off they went…in the front of my eyes...ni waju oju mi….”Yepa!!!!!My guy from small, my guy from primary 4,we grew up together…wetin I go tell him mama..” Hands on my head, me and the remaining guys cross over while some unprintable something happened…lol (we get the joke, u don’t, u can’t)
L.A immediately calls his brother, who comes running to meet us….
So we lost the car, my friend and the babe and watches(their own sha, I still have mine),phones….*sigh* because of alcohol wey we wan go drink….
Actually, they dropped Lloyd and the girl a few meters away and they walked back to where we were…the girl I later found out had just come to Lagos for the first time…lol…what other way to give her a perfect ‘welcome to Lagos’ experience...*chuckle*
Its four weeks after and I haven’t touched alcohol talkless of seeing a bottle…
Did we report to the police, yes we did but that is another hilarious story all together…lol
#shoutout to everybody that was there dat night ‘L.A’, ’Fele’, ’Lloyd’,’ Pade’, and the girl whose name I never got to know…and everybody that tried to help….’Diadora’ wa gbayi…’Kunle’ props.
October 1, 2010
V.I.Peek:D'BANJ - I DO DIS
Don Jazzy shows us he's still d best and D'banj is workin hard on his new album...sheer class..I can't wait or this album...its very endowed
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