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Post by tbird on Jan 24, 2006 5:28:47 GMT -5
lmao:
Speaking of songs based on bodyparts…
“My Humps” – Black Eyes Peas.
What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these scrubbers crazy, I do it on the daily, They treat me really nicely, They buy me all these ice-ys. Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and then Donna Karen, they be sharin’ All their money got me wearin’ Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin, They say they love my ass ‘n, Se7en Jeans, True Religion, I say no, but they keep givin’ So I keep on takin’ And no I ain’t fakin’ We can keep on datin’ I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love You love my lady lumps, My hump, my hump, my hump, My humps they got u, She’s got me spending. (Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me. She’s got me spendin’. (Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me
What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What u gon’ do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I’m a make, make, make, make you scream Make u scream, make you scream. Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco. She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go. I could be your baby, you can be my honey Lets spend time not money. I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff, Milky, milky cocoa, Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I’m really sexy, The boys they wanna sex me. They always standing next to me, Always dancing next to me, Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump. Lookin’ at my lump, lump. U can look but you can’t touch it, If u touch it I’ma start some drama, You don’t want no drama, No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama So don’t pull on my hand boy, You ain’t my man, boy, I’m just tryn’a dance boy, And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My lovely lady lumps x3 In the back and in the front. My lovin’ got u, She’s got me spendin’. (Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me. She’s got me spendin’. (Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
What you gon’ do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What you gon’ do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I’ma make, make, make, make you scream Make you scream, make you scream. What you gon do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk, Get you love drunk off this hump. What you gon’ do wit all that breast? All that breast inside that shirt? I’ma make, make, make, make you work Make you work, work, make you work. She’s got me spendin’. Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me She’s got me spendin’. Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me
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Post by Sailor Earth on Jan 24, 2006 5:30:24 GMT -5
Oh gawd yes... that song is just plain weird
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Post by egregious on Jan 24, 2006 5:35:06 GMT -5
Hehe...man, I have got sooooooo much junk in my trunk....I could hold a garage sale!
Now I have a bitch wrinkle, and lovely lady lumps...oh, and back. I got back.
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Post by Sailor Earth on Jan 24, 2006 5:36:46 GMT -5
(I think some of these might be wrong, so ... yeah, blame the website ) Funky Cold Medina - Tone Loccold cooling at a ball looking for some action but like Mick Jagger said I can't get no satisfaction the girls are all around but none of them wanna get with me my threads are fresh and I'm looking def yo wassup with the l o c the girls are all jocking at the other end of the bar having drinks with some no name chump when they know that I'm the star so I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina I asked the guy, "why you so fly?" he said "funky cold medina"
this brother told me a secret on how to get more chicks put a little medina in your glass and the girls'll come real quick it's better than any alcohol or afrodesiac a couple of sips of this love potion and she'll be on your lap so I gave some to my dog, when he began to big and then he licked his bowl and he looked at me and did the wild thing on my leg he used to scratch and bite me before he was much much meaner but now all the poodles run to my house for the funky cold medina
you know what I'm saying I got every dog in my neighborhood breaking down my door I got Spuds McKenzie, Alex from Strolls they won't leave my dog alone with that medina thing
I went up to this girl she said "Hi, my name Sheena" I thought she'd be good to go with a little funk cold medina, she said "I'd like a drink", I said "ok, I'll go get it" and then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips and I knew that she was with it so I took her to my crib and everything went well as planned but when she got undressed it was big old mess Sheena was a man so I threw him out I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer weiner you must be sure that the girl is pure for the funky cold medina
you know, ain't no plans with a man, this is the 80s and I'm down the ladies,
break it down,
back in the saddle, looking for a little affection I took a shot, I thought I'd test it on the Love Connection the audience guests voted, and you know, they picked a winner I took my date to the Hilton ford media had some dinner she had a few drinks, I'm thinking soon what I'd be getting, but that's when she starting talking 'bout plans for a wedding, I said "wait, slow down love, not so fast, I'll be seeing ya", that's why I found you don't play around with the funky cold medina
you know what I'm saying that medina's a monster y'all
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Post by egregious on Jan 24, 2006 5:43:04 GMT -5
What the hell is medina anyway?
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Post by tbird on Jan 24, 2006 5:44:31 GMT -5
I love that Medina song!! I heard it the other day and couldn’t stop dancing!!
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Post by Sailor Earth on Jan 24, 2006 5:45:08 GMT -5
I love that reference in Just Shoot Me LOL! Here's another one... Greased Lightnin' - John TravoltaWhy this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads oh yeah (Keep talking whoa keep talking) A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah (I'll get the money i'll kill to get the money) With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit In Grease Lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lane trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins oh yeah A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins oh yeah With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon Grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lane trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lane trial You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning
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Post by egregious on Jan 24, 2006 5:51:47 GMT -5
Hehe....that makes me think of the Goodies!
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Post by tbird on Jan 24, 2006 5:52:15 GMT -5
It always used to make me laugh when they used to edit the “when you’re getting lots of tit” out of the song!!
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Post by Sailor Earth on Jan 24, 2006 5:54:16 GMT -5
LOL Yeah... gettin' lot's of tit, pussy wagon, "get off mah rocks"... most intriguing Hehe....that makes me think of the Goodies! "Greased Cycling!" ;D And the bike turns out looking messed up, hehehehe
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Post by egregious on Jan 24, 2006 5:58:08 GMT -5
THis one just came to mind...
Dana Lyons - Cows With Guns
Fat and docile, big and dumb They look so stupid, they aren't much fun Cows aren't fun
They eat to grow, grow to die Die to be et at the hamburger fry Cows well done
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew No one imagined the great cow guru Cows are one
He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal Cow Tse Tongue
He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd Cow doldrums
He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high Bad cow pun
But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate Cows are bummed
He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy No one suspected he was packing an Uzi Cows with guns
They came with a needle to stick in his thigh He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye Cow well hung
Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor Run cows run!
He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay We are free roving bovines, we run free today
We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the Buffalo, or die Cows with guns
They crashed the gate in a great stampede Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed Cows have fun
Sixty police cars were piled in a heap Covered in cow pies, covered up deep Much cow dung
Black smoke rising, darkening the day Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way
We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the Buffalo, or die Cows with guns
The President said "enough is enough
These uppity cattle, its time to get tough" Cow dung flung
The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef Cows on buns
The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed They mooed their last moos, they chewed their last hay Cows out gunned
The order was given to turn cows to whoppers Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar ....of chickens...in choppers.
We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the Buffalo, or die Cows with guns.
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Post by Sailor Earth on Jan 24, 2006 6:00:51 GMT -5
LOL! Weirdity...
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Post by Sailor Earth on Jan 24, 2006 6:16:49 GMT -5
This always made me laugh United States Of Whatever - Liam LynchI went down to the beach and saw Kiki She was, like, all "ehhhh" And I was, like, "whatever!"
Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like, "Hey, aren't you that dude?" And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
So later I'm at the pool hall And this girl comes up And she's, like, "awww" And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
Cuz this is my United States of Whatever! And this is my United States of Whatever! And this is my United States of Whatever!
And then it's three A.M. And I'm on the corner, wearing my leather This dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!" I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
Then I'm throwing dice in the alley Officer Leroy comes up and is, like, "Hey, I thought I told you..." And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"
And then up comes Zafo I'm, like, "yo, Zafo. What's up?" He's, like, "nothin'" And I'm, like, "that's cool."
Cuz this is my United States of Whatever! And this is my United States of Whatever!
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Post by tweed on Jan 24, 2006 6:18:09 GMT -5
Ahhh I love me some Cows with Guns!
Skinhead Skippy (DAAS)
Skippy's all grown up he's not a Joey anymore He's interested in getting pissed and passing out on the floor He glassed Mat Hammond with a bottle of Stout And threw a dart in Sonny's eye before he ripped it out
Who's that walking on air? Bouncing down the street without a care It's skinhead Skippy the killer kangaroo With a blood soaked bovver boots and a racist attitude A mean looking mother son not afraid of anyone Got the others on the run Here he comes, here he comes Skippy the skinhead Oi! Tch tch tch tch tch Oi!
Skippy's got a tattoo and he's gone and shaved his head He's dating wallabies half his age and getting 'em into bed He says his friends are all miserable pricks They're married now, or dead, or gone all mentally sick Who's that walking on air Bouncing down the street without a care
Well, Benji's got the snip n' tuck and now he's sniffing glue Milo and Otis died at least eight times over Rin Tin Tin blindly humps the leg of his owner Flipper became sushi Mr Ed loves drag Lassie's a transvestite And Gentle Ben, Gentle Ben's a fag
Who's causing havoc on the docks? In a pair of bright red braces and cherry red Docs It's Skinhead Skippy, the fascist kangaroo With a blood soaked Stanley knife and a racist attitude He'll wait until you're all alone Crack your skull break your bones Send the pieces to your home He's a one, all in fun Skippy the Skinhead Oi, oi, oi, oi, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, tch, oi!
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Post by Sailor Earth on Jan 24, 2006 6:20:56 GMT -5
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