“I love a fast car and you got a fast ride so won’t you take me for a spin on ya’ highway...”

Christina Milian is not speaking metaphorically on her song “Highway,” but one thing is certain—she likes to drive more than she likes to ride.

Yeah, go ahead, call him a “pretty boy.” Miami Dolphins defensive end Jason Taylor won’t shed you a tear. He admits it; he is a pretty boy. He will tackle and knock you clean off your cleats. He will sack you and toss you like a piece of meat. Then, he’ll tear his helmet off, smile at the cameras, and throw back a glass of milk as a bunch of kids rush him.

It doesn’t matter if you’re into hip-hop, metal, or electronic music. If you ever get the chance to see Green Day perform live, by the end of the show you’ll feel thoroughly satisfied. Rarely does a group ever bring so much energy to the stage and express so much love for their fans, young and old.

If you know who Mike Jones is, then you’re probably familiar with the way he likes his cars–Tippin’ on four fours, wrapped in four Vogues (“Still Tippin’”). “Cars are just the personality of their owners,” says Mike Jones, minutes after coming off the stage on a sticky 90 degree Friday night in an all-star arena show at Jones Beach—New York City’s offsite festival HQ in Long Island.

While Rakim may have put us all up on the true meaning of the term MC, crowd motivation has also long been in the job description of the DJ. The Virgin Islands and now South Florida’s finest turntablist, DJ Irie, has been swaying party-goers with his vibrant personality and his skills on the wheels for years.

As the sun beams on the sultry streets of Miami, Florida, DJ Khaled wastes no time jumping into his 2004 black Range Rover and perusing the area while his own work blasts from the sound system. The black-on-black ride, with its 23” chrome Antera type 431 wheels is perfect for a man constantly on the move, from producing beats for some of the biggest names in hip-hop, to DJing everywhere and holding down his own radio show. And when the Range is getting a break, the 29-year-old Bigdawg Pitbull and Terror Squadian flosses in his 2004 BMW 745 with its 22” chrome GFG Trento 5s wheels.

These words of advice come from Cincinnati Bengals Pro-Bowl wide receiver Chad Johnson and are in reference to his quest for the ultimate exotic sports car, but he could have easily been referring to himself. No. 85 always does it big: the fifth-year Bengal has become as famous for his incredible catches—for big yardage—as he has for his often outlandish but inspiring celebrations in the end zone. Around the NFL, Johnson has developed into a big—and we are talking, No.1—deal.

Nick Cannon is stuck in traffic, but he doesn’t mind.

He’s making his way south on the freeway to his native San Diego from his Los Angeles home in his 2004 Range Rover, rolling on Pirelli Scorpion Zero rubber and 23-inch Antera Type 325 SUV rims.

“Soul food” contains no specific ingredients, just what you happen to have on hand. The same applies to highly successful Black Eyed Peas. Raw Hip-Hop at its core, with elements of Latin music, rock, soul, as well as influences from groups like A Tribe Called Quest and De La Soul, Black Eyed Peas have earned the respect of fans passionate for their vigorous and infectious spirit.

Cruising through the streets of the tri-state New York area in his Moonbeam Silver, 2005 Bentley Continental GT Coupe, FA-BO-LO-US is a little disappointed these days. Despite accolades of success, wealth, fame and glory, this 25-year-old Brooklyn bred MC is still hungry for more. Add a comment

“Man, somebody gonna trip,” he said in a familiar, deep baritone drawl. His voice is almost surprising, coming from a man with a wiry frame, striking features and a square jaw, who at a quick glance appears young and spry. The authoritative voice and staunch gaze tell a different story of an old soul, wise beyond his 24 years. It is the voice of a man who has rolled around the block a few times—in his own words—a real OG.

It wasn’t that long ago that carmelo anthony was pushing a trusty green chrysler concord on baltimore streets. It was 2001 to be exact. That was before a basketball-loving world would know him simply as melo. It was before he would lead his syracuse team to the championship. It was before he would average 21 points a game in his nba rookie year as a denver nugget small forward, giving espn sports analysts something to talk about on nightly sports center broadcasts. And it was before he had the $20 million nike endorsement and his own piece of candy—the melo bar. Add a comment