 Wysłany: Sob 13:12, 21 Lip 2007 Temat postu: yo yo yo yo yo |
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| I've got a mellowship, I've got a fellowship
I've got a nonstop "Yo swan" hello chip Born to adore the big bad bison Thunderstorm and a man like Tyson Popcorn peanuts lookin' at big butts No I cannot keep my mouth shut Rockin' to the beat of the fabulous forum My Lakers I adore 'em Blush my lady when I tell her That I do indeed love to smell her Sopping wet your pink umbrella Do the dog with Isabella I'm so in love yes with an artist Imagination, he's the smartest Robert Williams, stroke and splatter I attest to your gray matter Living kings how true it rings These are just a few of my favorite things Good God, where's my sleigh now Good God, playing for days now Good God, any day now Good God, take me away now Good God, purple haze now Good God, the baddest of brains now Good God, any day now Good God, ridin' my sleigh now Being that I'm the duke of my domain My hat goes off to Mark Twain Singing a song about what true men don't do Killing another creature that's kind of blue Writing about the world of the wild coyote Goodman Truman Copote Talking about my thoughts 'cause they must grow Cock my brain to shoot my load I'm on my porch 'cause I lost my house key Pick up my book I read Bukowski Can I get another kiss from you Kiss me right here on my tattoo Good God, where's my sleigh now Good God, playing for days now Good God, any day now Good God, take me away now Good God, De Niro's insane now Good God, rackin' my brain now Good God, any day now Good God, take me away now... take me away Me my friends and the sex machine Do unto others like my brothers bean I know you've got a mother So give her a hug I know you've got a mother With a whole lot of love Billy sings and Basie swings These are just a few of my favorite things These are just a few of my favorite things These are just a few of my favorite things These are just a few... |
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| Wysłany: Sob 13:03, 21 Lip 2007 Temat postu: If You Have To Ask ... ? |
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| A wanna be gangster
Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy Tank head Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy Look him in the eye He's not my kinda guy Never be Confusion proof Pudding's sweet But too aloof Orange eye girl With a backslide dew said Yo homie Who you talkin' to A backed up paddywagon Mackin' on a cat's ass One upper cut To the cold upper middle class Born to storm On boredom's face And a little lust To the fucky ass flea bass Most in the race Just lose their grace The blackest hole In all of space Crooked as a hooker Now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go Don't ask me why I'm flyin' so high Mr. Bubble meets superfly In my third eye Searchin' for a soul bride She's my freakette Soak it up inside Deeper than a secret Much more Than meets the eye To the funk I fall into my new ride My hand my hand Magic on the one Is a medicine man Thinkin' of a few Taboos that I ought to kill Dancin' on their face Like a stage on vaudeville I feel so good Can't be understood Booty of a hoodlum Rockin' my red hood |
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| Wysłany: Sob 12:58, 21 Lip 2007 Temat postu: breeee |
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| When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break. Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream, You feel like murder in the first degree. Ain't nobody slowing down no way, Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator, Don't matter where you are, Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator. When you're trapped and circled with no second chances, Your code of living is your gun in hand. We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words, Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn. Ev'rybody walking 'round, Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator. Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator. What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? Gonna fight it, gonna fight it? |
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| Wysłany: Sob 12:54, 21 Lip 2007 Temat postu: yes |
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| You said I was the only, With my lemon in your hand
Exhibition is your habit, Emotion second hand. Had to pull away to save me, Maybe next time around And she said, 'don't you want it? Don't you want cocaine-cocaine-cocaine Hadn't planned to, could not stand to try it, fry it, na na na yeah. |
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| Wysłany: Sob 11:57, 21 Lip 2007 Temat postu: and.... |
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Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would, now So good, so good, I got you Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, I got you { sax, two licks to bridge } When I hold you in my arms I know that I can't do no wrong and when I hold you in my arms My love won't do you no harm and I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, I got you { sax, two licks to bridge } When I hold you in my arms I know that I can't do no wrong and when I hold you in my arms My love can't do me no harm and I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, so nice, I got you Whoa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would So good, so good, I got you So good, so good, I got you So good, so good, I got you HEY!! |
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| Wysłany: Sob 11:53, 21 Lip 2007 Temat postu: taaa |
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| I smoke two joints in the morning.
I smoke two joints at night. I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two in time of war I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, And then I smoke two more |
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| Wysłany: Pią 17:13, 20 Lip 2007 Temat postu: zgadzam się |
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| turn on, tune in , drop out.... jak mawiał dziadzia Leary | |
| Wysłany: Pią 13:35, 20 Lip 2007 Temat postu: c2h5oh, thc etc ... |
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| jakie są plany bo poroponowałbym jeszcze przed wyjazdem rozpocząć małe puchatkowe "conieco ". ? | |