Earlbeam Basement Night Club & Massaging Center - New @ Accra

The CAN 2008 brings to Ghana new businesses, more banks opening new offices,
the Accra Mall for instance has become the talk of the town, it is the place
to be; shop, wine and dine. (A great place for all including tourists and
business travellers). Few miles away from the Accra Mall is the new
EarlBeam Hotel which is conveniently located on the Achimota Motorway
Extension opposite GSL No. 60 Forest Ave.

For music lovers who loves to have a good time and also loves the hit single
by Rap heavyweight Curtis James Jackson aka 50 cent; "In Da Club; with the
lyrics; "Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty, It's your birthday, We gon' party
like it's yo birthday, We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday........
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub."

EarlBeam Hotel also has a new night club on the scene called; Basement Night
Club & Pool Bar. For those travellers who have just arrived in the country
for business or pleasure, it is the place to relax and enjoying the visit.
The Night club has a massage center, a pool bar, inside bar, VIP Lounge/Bar
and it opens every Friday, Saturday & Sunday from 10pm till you drop. The
owner of the Night Club, a young entrepreneur, well known in London and in
Accra by the name; Nahna. He said proudly that guests are ALWAYS welcome.
Guest will surely have a "blast" when they go The Basement Night Club.
On this occasion when this writer went on a familarization tour upon
invitation from Nahna; among the guests who had arrived at the club were;
Hip-Hop Star from London, UK,; Sway Dasarfo, Emmelio, Enterpreneur/Promoter
of West Coast Entertainment and many guests from London, USA and Europe in
Accra for the CAN 2008 tournament.

Contact numbers are; 024 3561234 / 024 3444477/ 024 4250946

The Basement Night Club - "A brand New Flavour in Your Ear, A New Night Club
on the scene whenever in Accra" - CHECK IT OUT!! (DON'T FORGET)

*A BIG THANK YOU TO NAHNA FOR THE HOSPITALITY AND COURTESY - KEEP DREAMING
BIG*

A message from the School of Hardknocks, USA dedicating a song; "Juicy" from
the late Biggie Smalls aka Christopher Wallace aka The Notorious BIG, from a
hustler to a Rap Superstar, turning nothing into something, negative to
positive, zero to hero, sadness to gladness, tears to cheers, from diss to
miss. Sing and be inspired!!

*"Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

Verse One:
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
S************* and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born filla, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Chorus:
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

Verse Two:
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good *

*Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga *

*Verse Three: *

*Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all... *

*(It's all good)*

*...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh*

*Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight"*