Speedball Tucker
I drive a broke-down rig on may-pop tires 40 foot of overload
Lotta people say that I'm crazy because I don't know how to take it slow
I got a broomstick on the throttle, I gotta rope it up and head right down
Non-stop back to Dallas poppin' them west coast turnarounds
CHORUS
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker,
terror of the highway and all them other truckers
will tell you that the boy is mad
to be drivin' in a rig like that
You know the rain may blow, snow may snow, and the turnpikes they may freeze
But that don't bother ol' Speedball, he goin' any damn way he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle to keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round
With a cupful of cold, black coffee, and a pocketful of west Coast turnarounds
CHORUS
One day I looked into my rear-view mirror, and comin' up from behind
Was a Georgia state policeman, and a hundred dollar fine
Well, he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up,he said, driver you been flyin'
And 95 was the route you was on, it was not the speed limit sign
CHORUS
CHORUS
song performed by Jim Croce
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Dip It Low [Full Intention Dub Remix]
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
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Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
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Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
[Verse 1:]
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good
[Chorus 4x:]
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
[Verse 2:]
You getting bold
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And you're thinking of leaving
But give it time
It's late at night
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song performed by Christina Milian
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The Cremona Violin
Part First
Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind
Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before
Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind
The distant town was black, and sharp defined
Against it shone the lines of roofs and towers,
Superimposed and flat like cardboard flowers.
A pasted city on a purple ground,
Picked out with luminous paint, it seemed. The cloud
Split on an edge of lightning, and a sound
Of rivers full and rushing boomed through bowed,
Tossed, hissing branches. Thunder rumbled loud
Beyond the town fast swallowing into gloom.
Frau Altgelt closed the windows of each room.
She bustled round to shake by constant moving
The strange, weird atmosphere. She stirred the fire,
She twitched the supper-cloth as though improving
Its careful setting, then her own attire
Came in for notice, tiptoeing higher and higher
She peered into the wall-glass, now adjusting
A straying lock, or else a ribbon thrusting
This way or that to suit her. At last sitting,
Or rather plumping down upon a chair,
She took her work, the stocking she was knitting,
And watched the rain upon the window glare
In white, bright drops. Through the black glass a flare
Of lightning squirmed about her needles. 'Oh!'
She cried. 'What can be keeping Theodore so!'
A roll of thunder set the casements clapping.
Frau Altgelt flung her work aside and ran,
Pulled open the house door, with kerchief flapping
She stood and gazed along the street. A man
Flung back the garden-gate and nearly ran
Her down as she stood in the door. 'Why, Dear,
What in the name of patience brings you here?
Quick, Lotta, shut the door, my violin
I fear is wetted. Now, Dear, bring a light.
This clasp is very much too worn and thin.
I'll take the other fiddle out to-night
If it still rains. Tut! Tut! my child, you're quite
Clumsy. Here, help me, hold the case while I -
Give me the candle. No, the inside's dry.
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poem by Amy Lowell
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Pop Muzik
New york london paris munich
[repeat 32 times]
New york london paris munich
Everybody talk about...pop muzik
Pop...pop...pop...pop...muzik
Pop...pop...pop...pop...muzik
Pop...pop pop...muzik
Pop...pop pop...muzik
Pop...pop pop...muzik
Pop...pop pop...muzik
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop muzik
[repeat 8 times]
Shooby dooby doo whop
Pop dop shoo whop
Shooby dooby doo whop
Pop dop shoo whop
Radio video
Boogie with a suitcase
You're living in a disco
Forget about the rat race
Let's do the milkshake
Sell it like a hotcake
Try some, buy some
Fee fie foursome
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Dance to the pop mart
Top of food chain
Listen to the countdown
They're playing our song again
If you wanna be a gun slinger
Don't be a rock singer
Eenie meenie miney moe
Anyway you want to go
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Pop...pop muzik
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop muzik
[repeat until end]
song performed by U2
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Coast 2 Coast
I met a girl named hip hop in seventy eight
Hollis Queens New York gave us our first date
man she broke me off proper yo the girl was fast
and everybody kept telling me it would not last
cause ain't no women in the world supposed to be that sweet
and ya just can't trust a hot chick from the street
I could tell she had been through lots of struggle and strife
but yet in still she'd been with me over half of my life
born key Jeff Taylor took me into his home
and intrduced me to some tables and a microphone
hip hop talked to me told me take your time
at the age of eleven I bust my first rhyme
block partys in the day house partys at night
just about one year before Rapper's Delight
everybody in the crew called to make a request
cause rap's on the radio and hip-hop was blessed
didn't go to many clubs I wasn't old enough
And if it try to sneak it out my folks is scolding up
but I still do anything to get on stage
and once I got a club gig I lied about my age
just a couple blocks away was the Hollis crew
Run and them used to rock at one ninety two
up the street was a crew called Solo Sounds
where Davey D and Mex used to throw it down
man I wouldn't trade rap for anything in the world
hip hop meant more to me than diamonds and pearls
and I still reminicse to this very day
and I remember those words hip hop would say
(Do you have love for the east coast?)
yes I do
(the hip hop on the east coast?)
yeah that's true
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
east coast played a role in making a hip hop
(Do you have love for the east coast?)
yeah that's right
(the hip hop on the east coast?)
yeah that's tight
from the 'yes yes y'all' to 'and you don't stop'
east coast played a role in making a hip hop
now I gotta get busy time to make that move
high school over with gotta sho' improve
got college on the coast and I'm makin' plans
so hip hip went and told me go west young man
it was a different kind of style but I liked the sound
everybody in the house gauranteed to get down
I did the casa skateland word on wheels
and the crazy crazy world of the record deal
K-day was the station that played my song
I got love from the people it's a shame they gone
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song performed by Young MC
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Get It Poppin
[Nelly & girl vocalist]
Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
[Fat Joe]
I got the unlimited american express card
Momma you can get whateva ya like
Plus i got that all black phantom tinted on four sides
Get a kiss so they cant see us inside
Momma tell me do you like it
I know you like it
Its written all ova your face dont fight it
You like it
More than I like it
So put it all ova your face dont bite it
From rags to riches club packing
Bitches hate the bag and ditch us
The hate game is vicious
and we can get it poppin the the bathroom
Dont be selfish go ahead and pass it to em
And we can all f*** that
Its like a million on my neck
Got all these -- ball
We p-- drunk on and these bitches screaming let me in
[Nelly & girl vocalist]
Its 2 up in the mornin girl and the dj playin that song
Now watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Its 2 up in the morning now and im trying to go on witchu
Girl watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
Watchu gon do
Im gon get get get it poppin
[Fat Joe & Nelly]
Get it poppin and get droppin
Its written all ova ur face dont stop it
Just drop it
More like this hop less
Kickin the dough with the fo fo messin with joe
Now this kid gotta ass so fat
Infact I put a drink on it and came right back
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song performed by Fat Joe
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Make My Head Go Pop
(words & music: per gessle)
Published by hiphappy
I dont know much about you but Im pretty sure I wanna be with you
I havent got a clue what is wrong, what is right, what is left to do
I read a magazine
I watch tv-screen
I dive into a dream only to find me in love with you
I wish youll never stop to make my head go pop
You make my head go pop pop p-pop pop pop pop every time youre around
Its a pleasant valley sunday and everthing seems to be beautiful
People go to church but Im found contemplating by the swimmingpoll
Im gazing at the sun
I watch him bringing joy to everyone
I feed the ducks with a bum only to find me in
Love with you
I wish youll never stop to make my head go pop
You make my head go pop pop pop pop pop pop
You make my head go pop pop p-pop pop pop pop ever time
Youre around
Press to play and never stop to make my head
Go pop
Yea, you make my head go pop pop pop pop pop pop
Every time youre around
Make my head go pop pop pop
Make my head go pop pop
Go pop pop
I feed the ducks with a bun only to find me in love with you
song performed by Roxette
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It's Summer and The People Choose to Feel Loose
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Until the people say they've had quite enough.
Just keep it up and finger poppin'.
Turn the heat up and let them burn the rug.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Don't stop the beat,
When the feet cranks up the fever.
It's Summer and the people choose to feel loose.
With flavor tasted to shake loose a caboose.
And groping sweaty bodies with whomever they choose.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Until the people say they've had quite enough.
Just keep it up and finger poppin'.
It's Summer and the people choose to feel loose.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
With flavor tasted to shake loose a caboose.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Don't stop the beat,
When the feet cranks up the fever.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Do not stop it when it's rockin'.
It's Summer and the people choose to feel loose.
With flavor tasted to shake loose a caboose.
And groping sweaty bodies with whomever they choose.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
It's Summer and the people choose to feel loose.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
It's Summer and the people choose to feel loose.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
It's Summer and the people choose to feel loose.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
It's Summer and the people choose to feel loose.
Keep it up and finger poppin'.
Do not stop it when it's rockin'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bring It On!
Bring it on.
Don't keep it as a teaser.
Just bring it on.
You must want me on bended knee.
Bring it on!
I'm curious as I can be.
So bring it on!
You've got my interest high,
Tell me what it is but please don't lie!
What's that you've got?
Does it have my name on it?
Is it in a box?
Is it cool or hot?
What's that you've got?
Is it good or not?
Bring it on.
Don't keep it as a teaser.
Just bring it on.
You must want me on bended knee.
Bring it on!
I'm curious as I can be.
So bring it on!
Just bring it on!
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
What's that you've got?
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
What's that you've got?
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
What's that you've got?
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
What's that you've got?
Don't keep it as a teaser,
You'll distance me.
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
Bring it.
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
Bring it.
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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John Sinclair
It aint fair, john sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Wont you care for john sinclair?
In the stir for breathing air
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
If hed been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in vietnam
If he was the cia
Selling dope and making hay
Hed be free, theyd let him be
Breathing air, like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
They gave him ten for two
They got ali otis too.
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Was he jailed for what he done?
Or representing everyone
Free john now, if we can
From the clutches of the man
Let him be, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids
They gave him ten for two
What else can the bastards do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
song performed by Lennon John
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Dip It Low [Video Version]
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good
[Chorus:]
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
You getting bold
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And you're thinking of leaving
But give it time
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know what's on
If you understand me
Yall come on
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move (mooove)
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do (show her what you got daddy)
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do (ouuuh..wouh ouh)
Dip it low
Pick it up slow (ohhh)
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
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song performed by Christina Milian
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Dip It Low [Reggaeton Remix] Ft.Julio Voltio
[Christina Millian: ]
Ven aqui papi..
Christina Millian, Voltio.. el Reggaeton Remix!
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talking when I make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When it's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good
[Chorus:]
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, make ya back roll
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say 'Ooo'
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say 'Ooo'
You getting bold
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And your thinking of leaving
But give it time
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know what's on
If you understand me
Yall come on
All my ladies wine it up
If you know just how to move (mooove)
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do (show her what you got daddy)
All my ladies wine it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do (ouuuh..wouh ouh)
Dip it low
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song performed by Christina Milian
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Daddy Pop
Oh daddy
Oooh, sock it to me
See my brother talkin plently head
Steady wishin he could sleep in your bed
Steady wishin he was in your car
Just a steady wishin that he was who you are
Pop daddy - daddy pop
Brother steady talkin while
The girlies steady hop
Pop daddy - daddy pop
Punchin in the rock and roll clock (oh daddy)
See all the people wonder why
You set your goals high - high as the sky
See the people runnin from the truth
Livin in the past
When they need to be livin the new
Pop daddy (oh yeah) - daddy pop
Brother steady talkin while
The girlies steady hop
Pop daddy - daddy pop
Punchin in the rock and roll clock
Pop - daddy pop
Pop - punchin in the rock and roll clock
Talk, guitar, talk
(oh daddy)
Daddy pop is the writer and love is the book
U better look it over before you overlook
One - oh daddy
Two - oh yeah
Three - ooo, sock it to me
Four - oh (come on), your the best
See all my critics wastin time
Worryin about the daddy while he beat you blind
Get your life together - stop your cryin
Whenever you say that you cant -
Thats when you need to be tryin
Pop daddy - daddy pop (oh daddy)
Brother steady talkin while (steady, steady, steady)
The girlies steady hop
Pop daddy - daddy pop
Punchin in the rock and roll clock (punchin in... punchin in)
What kind of fool is this, that thinks daddy will miss
What kind of boy would dis, a list, as long as his-tory itself
I got grooves and grooves up on the shelf (oh daddy)
Deep purple concord jams (oh yeah)
This party I will slam (I dont think)
I dont think you understand (sock it to me)
Whatever you cant do - daddy can
The one and only daddy pop
(oh daddy) one and only - daddy pop
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Dip It Low Ft. Shawnna
(Shawnna)
Uh, Uh
Uh, Uh, Shawnna (Yeah)
Uh, Uh, Christina
Look
I got some game for you Chickens
Listen a minute, please
'Case you be stuck with them (Shhh)
Hit you up then they leave
You gotta stop for a minute
Watch for a minute, breathe
Take you a squat for a minute
Listen to what I speak
I'm tryin to keep it real
Not tryina make a scene
You tryina keep your man
You gotta make him scream
You gotta put it down
Drop it and dip it low
Wind it around a while
Stop 'n now let it go
(Christina)
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talking when I make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When it's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you?
That's when you give it to him good
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
You getting warm
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
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Dip It Low [Redz Funky Mix Feat. Fabolous]
[INTRO:]
Christina Milian
Fabolous
F-A-B
Poli Paul
Spen Cow baby
[VERSE 1:]
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
That's real talk then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you, he really needs you
really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy (I mean a really really good boy)
Why not let him lay with you (when you give it to him good)
[CHORUS:]
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, like ya back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ohh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around poke it out, like ya back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'ma show you how to make your man say "ohh"
[VERSE 2:]
You Gettin bold
It's growin cold
It's just the symptoms of young love growin' old
You think it's time (and you thinkin of leavin', but give it time)
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know what's on
If you understand me y'all come on
[BRIDGE:]
All the ladies wind it up if
You know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you wanna do
All the ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind and
Show her what you wanna do
(Oooh!)
[CHORUS:]
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
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Dip It Low - Feat. Fabolous
VERSE 1:Says he wants youHe says he needs youIt's real talk then why not make him wait for youIf he really wants you,If he really needs you Take your time and feel him outWhen he's a good boy (a really really good boy)Why not let him lay with you (when you give it to him good)
CHORUS:Dip it lowPick it up slowRoll it all around poke it out, like your back brokelPop, pop, pop that thangI'ma show you how to make your man say "oooo"Dip it lowPick it up slowRoll it all around poke it oot,like your back brokePop, pop, pop that thangI'ma show you how to make your man say "oooo"
VERSE 2:You Gettin boldHe's growin coldIt's just the symptoms of young loveGrowin' oldYou think it's time (and you thinkin, but give it time)It's late at nightHe's coming homeMeet him at the door with nothin' onTake him by the handLet him know what's onIf you understand me (ooo)
BRIDGE:All the ladies wind it up if you know just how to moveAll my fellas jump in honey, show her what you wanna do All the ladies wind it up if you know just how to moveAll my fellas jump in honey, show her what you wanna do (oooo-oooo)
CHORUS:Dip it lowPick it up slowRoll it all around poke it out, like your back brokePop, pop, pop that thangI'ma show you how to make your man say "oooo"Dip it lowPick it up slowRoll it all around poke it out, like your backPop, pop, pop that thangI'ma show you how to make your man say "oooo"
FABOLOUS (RAP)Yea...uhYea...uhBaby girl I want you to pop, pop, pop that thang I might stop to shop and cop you thingsYou know I drop the top and hop that thangSometimes stop my bop then pop my thingYou sure know how to make a man say "oooh"And how in the world can a man say "no"When you wind it up on a wall; wind it up like a dollAnd you know my Bacardi lime it up 'til you fallHaul it up til you fall and have those other chicks throwin' vomit upwhen they can't find it up in the mallLike most men I love to catch up with a modelBut I aint used to movin slow like Ketchup in a bottleThe best things come to those who wait forBut I'm a be straight for before it's too late forI want you to Dip it LowPick it up slowRoll it all around Poke it out and make me say "OHHH!"REPEAT
CHORUS 2X
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posted Mon, Dec 29, 2003 (2:25 PM) REPLY
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talking when I make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When it's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good
Chorus:
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
You getting bold
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And your thinking of leaving
But give it time
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hair
Let him know what's on
If you understand me
Yall come on
All my ladies wine it up
If you know just how to move (mooove)
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song performed by Christina Milian
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Song: Popular Culture
Oh I'm sick to death of spin,
And this banal, self-serving sin,
That justifies usurpation like a king.
When shove will come to push,
Weilding power without blush,
This vigilante State is so right-wing!
Pop, pop, popular history,
Grows a crop of myth and mystery,
Where legends reap the cynical flattery,
That maintains the lie:
Of who we are,
What we've become,
In whose name,
Was violence done;
Of why we're here,
And how we came.
Who's excused,
And who's to blame.
Of where we're going,
And where we're from;
And what we're doing,
To right the wrongs...
Pop, pop, popular culture.
Does it diminish or exalt ya?
Pop, pop, popular culture.
Is it Art or just sheer torture?
Pop, pop, popular culture;
Soporific by it's nature,
From mediocre to bad.
Pop, pop, popular culture,
Confers on all a bland inertia,
Embracing every fad:
Of how we look,
The way we feel;
What is image,
And what is real.
Of what to eat,
And what to wear;
How best to cheat,
Or how to care.
The puzzle of love,
The seizures of hate;
How best to survive,
The quirks of cruel fate.
The rule of the stars,
Or the lives of the great;
Hints from the famous,
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poem by Dave SmithWhite
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Dallas
[ jimmie dale gilmore ]
Chorus:
Did you ever see dallas from a dc-9 at night?
Dallas is a jewel
Yeah, dallas is a beautiful sight
Dallas is a jungle
But dallas gives a beautiful light
Did you ever see dallas from a dc-9 at night?
Now dallas is a woman who will walk on you when youre down
But when you are up shes the kind you wanna take around
Now dallas aint a woman to help you get your feet on the ground
And dallas is a woman who will walk on you when youre down
Oh, I came into dallas with the bright lights on my mind
I came into dallas with a dollar and a dime
Dallas is a rich man with a death wish in his eyes
A steel concrete soul with a warm-hearted love in disguise
A rich man who tends to believe in his own lies
I say, dallas is a rich man with a death wish in his yes
Oh, I came into dallas with the brights lights on my mind
I came into dallas with a dollar and a dime
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song performed by 10000 Maniacs
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You Drive Me Crazy
You drive me crazy.
And I must,
Like...
The craze.
You drive me crazy.
You drive me crazy.
Say...
You drive me crazy.
And I must,
Like...
The craze.
You drive me crazy.
You drive me crazy.
All day long...
I knock my head against the wall.
Holding on...
To nothing that I own at all.
When night falls...
I need some time to just relax.
And not be nit picked behind my back.
With a nagging done by a maniac.
You drive me crazy.
And I must,
Like...
The craze.
You drive me crazy.
You drive me crazy.
Say...
You drive me crazy.
And I must,
Like...
The craze.
You drive me crazy.
You drive me crazy.
All day long...
I knock my head against the wall.
Holding on...
To nothing that I own at all.
When night falls...
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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XI. Guido
You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Somebody Stole My Rig
I'm haulin' twenty tons of freight into New York state
Started thinkin' bout Mary Jane
She lived over the hill I had an hour to kill I thought I'd get in out of the rain
Oh my she looked so fine had a bottle of wine
I'd have myself a little bitty swig
Then I heard wheels on the cinders and I ran to the windows
And somebody stole my rig
Oh oh oh somebody stole my rig somebody stole my rig
Heard wheels on the cinders and I ran to the windows
And somebody stole my rig
And when I called up the cops told 'em I tried to stop 'em
And nobody answered the phone
And so I called up my honey told her send me bus money
She said don't bother comin' home
And so I called the boss and said the load was lost
I thought he's gonna flip his wig
Yeah a moment quick enjoyment now I'm back on unemployment
Cause somebody stole my rig
Oh somebody stole my rig somebody stole my rig
Hey a moment quick enjoyment now I'm back on unemployment
Cause somebody stole my rig
But if I ever get a job behind the wheel again
I'm never gonna fool around
I'll keep an eye on the road and an eye on the load
I'll never even slow it down
And I'll stay concerned with the lesson I learned
I bet it's gonna change my luck
And I'll never leave a truck to go visit no girl
I'm gonna bring the girls to the truck
Oh somebody stole my rig somebody stole my rig
Moment quick enjoyment now I'm back on unemployment
Cause somebody stole my rig
Yeah wheels on the cinders and I ran to the windows
And somebody stole my rig
(Yeah I tell ya my blackbook was in the glove compartment
That's what really bugs me uh huh
I I din't mind walkin' or losin' my job or anythin'
Somebody stole my rig
I mean they could have borrowed it and ask me before...)
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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