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Old 11-08-2007, 10:02 AM   #61
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HERES A FEW MORE.. THERE SOME OF MY FAV.

BRAD PAISLEY - ONLINE

I work down at the pizza pit
And I drive an old Hyundai
I still live with my mom and dad
I'm 5'3 and overweight

I'm a Sci-Fi fantastic
Mild asthmatic
Never been to 2nd base
But there's a whole nother me
That you need to see
Go check out MySpace

'cause online I'm down in Hollywood
I'm 6'5 and I look damn good
I drive a Maserati
I'm a black belt in Karate
And I love a good glass of wine

It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
'cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time

I'm so much cooler online
So much cooler online

I get home, I kiss my mom
And she fixes me a snack
I head down to my basement bedroom
And fire up the Mac

In real life the only time I
Ever even been to L.A.
Was when I got the chance with the marching band
To play tuba in the Rose Parade.

Online I live in Malibu
I posed for Calvin Kline, I've been in GQ
I'm single and I'm rich
And I got a set of six pack abs that'll blow your mind

It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
'cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time

I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online

When you got my kinda stats, it's hard to get a date
Let alone a real girlfriend
But I grow another foot
And I lose a bunch of weight everytime I log in

Online I'm out in Hollywood
I'm 6'5 and I look damn good
Even on a slow day, I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time

I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online



BRAD PAISLEY - ALCOHOL


I can make anybody pretty
I can make you believe any lie
I can make you pick a fight
With somebody twice your size

I been known to cause a few break ups
I been known to cause a few births
I can make you new friends
Or get you fired from Work

[1st Chorus]
And since the day I left Milwaukee
Lynchburg and Bordeaux France
Been making the bars lots of big money
And helping white people dance
I got you in trouble in high school
But college, now that was a ball
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol
Alcohol

I got blamed at your wedding reception
For your best man's embarrassing speech
And also for those
Naked pictures of you at the beach

I've influenced kings and world leaders
I helped Hemmingway write like he did
And I'll bet you a drink or two that I can make you
Put that lampshade on your head

[2nd Chorus]
'Cause since the day I left Milwaukee
Lynchburg and Bordeaux France
Been making a fool out of folks just like you
And helping white people dance
I'm medicine and I am poison
I can help you up or make you fall
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol
Alcohol

[Repeat 1st Chorus]

JASON ALDEAN - JONNY CASH

(Watch ya got)

Quit my job flipped off the boss took my name off the payroll.
(screw you man)
Picked up my cell rang my baby's bell said I'm three miles from home.
I said sugar why don't you put on that sundress I like so much,
Wait out by the road I'm comin' to pick you up.

(whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back,
(whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac,
(whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't ever comin' back.

It's four hundred and sixty seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas.
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man that looks like Elvis.
(yeah momma)
Sugar don't you worry bout tellin' your momma goodbye,
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side.

(whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back,
(whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac,
(whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't ever comin' back.

(whoa)
Throw your suitcase in the back,
(whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac,
(whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't ever comin' back.

(suey!)

(woah)
(woah)
(woah)
Hear that train a comin', rollin' round the bend.
(whoa)
The man in black is gonna rock your ass again.
(woah)
(woah)
(woah)


Montgomery Gentry - lucky man

I have days where I hate my job
This little town and the whole world too
Last Sunday when my Tigers lost
Lord, it put me in a bad mood

I have moments when I curse the rain
Then complain when the sun's too hot
I look around at what everyone has
And I forget about all I've got

But I know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
A few dollars in a coffee can
My old truck's still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's lovin'
And one more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord knows I'm a lucky man

Got some friends who would be here fast
I could call em any time of day
Got a brother who's got my back
Got a mama who I swear's a saint
Got a brand new rod and reel
Got a full week off this year
Dad had a close call last spring
It's a miracle he's still here

But I know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
A few dollars in a coffee can
My old truck's still running good
My ticker's tickin' like they say it should
I got supper in the oven,a good woman's loving
And one more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord knows I'm a lucky man

My old truck's still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And even my bad days ain't that bad
Yeah, I'm a lucky man
I'm a lucky lucky man
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Old 11-08-2007, 11:51 AM   #62
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Luke Bryan - All My Friends Say lyrics

I got smoke in my hair
My clothes thrown everywhere
Woke up in my rockin' chair
Holdin' a beer in my hand
Sportin' a neon tan

My stereo cranked up
I can't find my truck
How'd I get home from the club
Don't have a clue what went down
So I started callin' around

And all my friends say
I started shootin' doubles
When you walked in
All my friends say
I went a little crazy
Seeing you with him

You know I don't remember a thing
But they say I sure was raisin' some cain
I was a rock star, party hard
Gettin' over you comeback kid
Hey I musta did
What all my friends say
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I found my billfold
I cried oh no, no
Good time Charlie got me
Now I'm broke
But it was worth actin' like a fool
Yeah, girl, I must really showed you

Cuz all my friends say
I started shootin' doubles when you walk in
All my friends say
I went a little crazy
Seein' you with him

You know I don't remember a thing
But they say I sure was raisin' some cain
I was a rock star, party hard
Gettin' over you comeback kid
Hey I musta did
What all my friends say
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I was Elvis rockin'
On the bar
Workin' the crowd
Pourin' out my heart
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ok, i'm going old school, this used to be a great party song back in the day, even though i'm not a rap kind of guy, flame away ...

artist: Lil' Troy
song: wanna be a baller

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Yungstar]
I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
Octane hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Fat Pat]
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
from K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Lil' Will]
Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
to make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your mother****in ear
Really really don't give a **** and I ain't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
We on a ****in mission Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and that's for real
Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Yungstar]
I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- man it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget the den
The boo went down to Rueben's, I'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Big T]
I hit the highway
Everything's my way, I par-le
Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big bout it Benz -- as I floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores
Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors -- I contstantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- ain't no time to play
Commence to ****in and-a suckin on the ??

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
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Old 11-08-2007, 08:30 PM   #64
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Artist: Gerry Rafferty
Song: Baker Street

Windin' your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold.
It's got so many people but it's got no soul
And it's taking you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it had everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin'
You're tryin' now
Another year and then you'll be happy
Just one more year and then you'll be happy
But you're cryin'
You're cryin' now

Way down the street there's a lad in his place
He opens the door he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything

He's got this dream about buyin' some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he'll settle down there's a quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin
Cus he's rollin'
He's the rollin' stone

And when you wake up it's a new mornin'
The sun is shinin' it's a new morning
You're goin'
You're goin' home.

Foo Fighters did a good cover of this too.

PINK FLOYD

"Two Suns In The Sunset"

in my rear view mirror the sun is going down
sinking behind bridges in the road
and i think of all the good things
that we have left undone
and i suffer premonitions
confirm suspicions
of the holocaust to come
the rusty wire that holds the cork
that keeps the anger in
gives way
and suddenly it's day again
the sun is in the east
even though the day is done
two suns in the sunset
hmmmmmmmmm
could be the human race is run
like the moment when your brakes lock
and you slide toward the big truck
and stretch the frozen moments with your fear
and you'll never hear their voices
and you'll never see their faces
you have no recourse to the law anymore
and as the windshield melts
my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal to defend
finally i understand
the feelings of the few
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal in the end
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Old 11-08-2007, 09:59 PM   #65
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MISFITS LYRICS

"Helena 2"

If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs
Would you still love me anyway?
If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed
Would you still love me anyway?

Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?

If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs
Would you still love me anyway?
If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed
Would you still love me, love me anyway

Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway?

Go!

Cutting with a knife, blood is spilling everywhere
She will be my wife, secondary spine
Incisions must be accurate, I know just what to do
My hands are trembling I can't spare to slip up with this knife

Her beauty so illogical, the beast come gliding in
Hideous chameleon stripped down to her skin
Dance to the burning flame, pleasure exhumes the pain
The night bursts into flame

Dance, Helena, dance
Woooah oooooh!

If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs
Would you still love me anyway?
There's a spot on the floor where your limbs used to be
And I close the door on my fantasies

Why don't you love me anyway?
Why don't you love me anyway? (Dance)
Why don't you love me anyway? (Helena)
Why don't you love me anyway? (Helena)
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ok, i'm going old school, this used to be a great party song back in the day, even though i'm not a rap kind of guy, flame away ...

artist: Lil' Troy
song: wanna be a baller

I'll see your old school rap and raise you a...


Artist: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz

Song: Get Low


[Chorus]
3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she **** that
Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50 11 times now can I play with yo
Panty line the club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating
Me now nigga drunk then a mother****er threaten me now

She getting crunk in the club I mean she work
Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked
ATL. Hoe don't disrespect it
Pa pop yo ***** like this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo
ass where you at

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Now back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm out bitch I ain't even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo ***** on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
a little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass dirty dance yin yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

Got dam (Got dam) ya ya'll twerking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twerk a little bit harder then dat
now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want ya'll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet mother****er (mother****er!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)




Hey--you started it
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Roger Waters - Sunset Strip

I like staying with my Uncle Dave
And I like playing with his great dane
But I don't fit
I feel alien and strange
Kinda outa range
I like riding in my Uncle's car
Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade
And movie stars and paparazzi play
The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh
Billy come home
Billy is searching for his native land
Flicking through the stations with the dial in his head
Picking up (background: static)
And a male voice choir on the short wave band
Billy taps out Jim's number on the phone
Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone
Come on my friend
Speak to me please
The land of my fathers is calling to me
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh
Billy come home
Come on home
He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea
Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green
He hears a male voice choir singing
Billy come home
Billy, Billy, come home
Come on home
[Californian Weirdo:] "I don't like fish."
[Jim:] "You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles."
[Californian Weirdo:] "I don't like fish."
[Jim:] "Yes, we've established that.
Ah! Do you have a request?"
[Californian Weirdo:] "Shell fish
Guppy
Salmon
Shrimp
And crab
And lobster
Flounder
I hate fish
But I think most of all
I hate fresh fish
Like trout
I hate fresh trout
My least-hated, favourite fish would be sole
That way you don't have to see the eyes
Sole has no eyes."
[Jim:] "Oh no!"
[Woman:] "I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog."
[Jim:] "Thankyou."
[Woman:] "I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with my monkey..."
[Jim:] "I don't care
Shut up
Play the record."
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Old 11-08-2007, 11:53 PM   #68
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Artist: Gerry Rafferty Song: Baker Street
PINK FLOYD "Two Suns In The Sunset"



Gerry Rafferty - Right Down the Line
You know I need your love... You got that hold over me.
Long as I got your love, you know that I'll never leave.
When I wanted you to share my life, I had no doubt in my mind.
And it's been you, woman, right down the line.
I know how much I lean on you; only you can see
The changes that I've been through have left their mark on me.
You've been as constant as the northern star: the brightest light that shines.
It's been you, woman, right down the line.

I just wanna say: this is my way
Of telling you everything I could never say before.
Yeah this is my way of telling you that everyday
I'm loving you so much more.
'Cause you believed in me through my darkest night.
Put something better inside of me; you brought me into the light.
Threw away all those crazy dreams; I put them all behind.
And it was you, woman, right down the line.

I just wanna say: this is my way
Of telling you everything I could never say before.
Yeah this is my way of telling you that everyday
I'm loving you so much more.
If I should doubt myself; if I'm losing ground.
I wont turn to someone else; they'd only let me down.
When I wanted you to share my life, I had no doubt in my mind.
And it's been you, woman, right down the line.


Molly Hatchet - Dreams I'll Never See

(Yeah, yay...)

Just one more morning I had to wake up with the blues.
Pulled myself out of bed, yeah! Put on my walking shoes.
Climb up on a hilltop, Baby, to see what I could see, yeah.
The whole world was falling down, Babe. Right down in front of me.
And I'm caught up on dreams I'm never gonna see, yeah.
Lord, help me babe!
Dreams get the best of me, yeah!

Pulled myself together.
Gonna put on a new face, yeah.
Climb down from the hilltop baby.
Lord, to get back in the race.
'Cause I've got dreams - I've got my dreams
To remember, Lord, yeah.
'Cause I've got dreams - I've GOT my dreams
To remember, Lord, yeah.
And I'm caught up on dreams I'm never gonna see, yeah.
Lord, help me babe!
Dreams get the best of me, yes!

(All right! Yeah, yay...)

Pulled myself together.
Gonna put on a new face, yeah.
Climb down from the hilltop baby.
Lord, to get back in the race.
'Cause I've got dreams - I've got my dreams
To remember, Lord, yeah.
I've got dreams - I've GOT my dreams
To remember, Lord, yes.
And I'm caught up on dreams I'm never gonna see, yes!
Not bad! NO-O-O-OT bad!
Lord, help me babe!
Dreams get the best of me, yes!
All right. YOW!
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Old 11-09-2007, 12:09 AM   #69
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Song : 30 Days In The Hole

Roll my tape
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Thirty days...
Anyone doin' that one?
I'm doin' that one


30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole

all right all right all right all right, yeah

Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release, come on
Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees
Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
You know it's hard to believe

30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you
30 days in the hole
I know

Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
It's got your head spinnin' round
If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code
You take the urban noise with some Durban Poison
It's gonna lessen your load

30 days in the hole
That's what they give you now
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
All right, all right
30 days in the hole

What you doin' boy?
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways

Black napalese, it got you weak in your knees
Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on
You know it's so hard to please
Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down
You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
You know you're jailhouse-bound

30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
30 days, 30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
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Chris Ledoux- Runnin Through the Rain

Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle,
Me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain.
Witch and John were at the beer stand, gettin' sprung.
But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again.
Chewin' snoose and spittin' in a bottle.
With country music blastin' on the radio.
Talkin' girls and broncs and gold beltbuckles.
Rollin' south to a California rodeo.

Just rollin' down that great American highway,
With the mornin' sky lit up like a flame.
Chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow.
Like children runnin' through the rain.

Well it's rodeo time in Oakdale, California.
And we stumble with the trash out of the car.
And ole Bill looks at me through whiskers and wild, red eyeballs,
And says, we look more like hobo's than big-time rodeo stars.
Well we ride our broncs and we all win a little money.
And there's Witch over at the beer stand again.
But look, he's got his arm around a little California honey.
An' Bill says...I wonder if that lady there's got any friends.

Just rollin' down that great American highway,
With the mornin' sky lit up like a flame.
Chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow.
Like children runnin' through the rain.

Well, the years went by and now we've all got families.
Ah, but we still get together every now and then,
And we talk about all the bad broncs and good times.
Lord, somtimes I wish I was back on that road again...

Just rollin' down that great American highway,
With the moernin' sky lit up like a flame.
Chasin' dreams and followin' a rainbow.
Like children runnin' through the rain.
Just chasin dreams and followin' a rainbow...
Like crazy children runnin' through the rain...

Chris Ledoux-10 seconds in the saddle

Well i'll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle
For a lifetime of watching from the stands
[ guitar ]
His stetson was faded and battered and worn
The stubble of his beard showed flex of gray
His limp was severe cause a leg had been torn by a bronc in his rodeo days
He hung round the chutes while we waited to mount
With a vague look of longing in his eyes
He spoke very few words but he made 'em count
He was broken forgotten but wise
He said life's is just like ridin' broncs its a battle
Then he rolled a cigarette with shaky hands
Son i'll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle
For a lifetime of watching from the stands
[ guitar ]
I noticed the cigarette burns on his vest
And the rembrandt of a dream left in his eyes
The boys said he could have well been the best
Had not fate cheated him of his prize
Oh but i learned a lesson that i never known
From this guy who'd been busted so bad
It's better to ride even if you get throwed
Than to wind up just wishing you had
He said life's is just like...
Yes i'll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle
For a lifetime of watching from the stands
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...and just because it's almost THAT time of year...




Red Peters - You Ain't Gettin' Shit for Christmas

[spoken]
You know, they say Christmas is a time for giving; at least, that's what the good book says.
And at our house every Christmas Eve, my son & daughter and their families drive down from the big city for an old-fashioned family holiday.
Heck; Ma dresses up the house like a Christmas card; you can hear her in the kitchen singing while she's baking cookies for the children, and she spends HOURS wrapping the presents she's been buying since last August.
She hangs all the stockings all over the fireplace.
Then the morning of, I cut me down the prettiest Christmas tree you ever saw in your life.
And this year, we really outdid ourselves: you know, Ma & I are gettin' on in our years, so we decided to give the kids tax-free cash gifts of $10,000 apiece.
Well, I reckon it was around noon when I heard the dogs barkin'.
(Come Rex! Come Buster!)
And there was Jim the mailman in his old Santa cap coming up the walk, teasing the dogs as usual and holding a package.
Well, he handed it over and he says,
"Pappy, looks like you got an overnight package from your daughter."
Well, Ma tore it open, and to both our horrors, we unwrapped a fruitcake with a note that read,
"Aloha, Mom & Dad. At the last minute, we got a cheap fare on the internet and went to Hawaii! Hold onto our gifts till after the first of the year. Love, Princess."
Well, Ma's heart was broken, and I felt a lump in my throat as I thought to myself...
[sung] (You ain't getting shit for Christmas.)
Princess, you ain't gettin' shit for Christmas.
(You can shove that fruitcake up your ass.)
As far as I'm concerned, you can stick that fruitcake up your ass!
(You ain't getting shit.)
You ain't gettin' shit.
(No, you ain't getting dick.)
That's right: you ain't gettin' dick from me & Ma. How do you like that?
(You ain't getting shit for Christmas.)
Well, now, Ma hasn't had a drink in 20 years, and I've been off the sauce myself for a while now, and heck - if there was ever an excuse to start drinkin' again...
[doorbell]
Who in tarnation could that be? Junior and his family?
Aw, it was some delivery fella standing there holding what looked like a fruitcake tin with a card attached.
"Pop, the company's condo is free this week, and you know how much Pumpkin and I love Hilton Head. Please forward our gifts to this address."
[cork squeaking]
Hey, Ma! Save some of that for me! Well, Ma took a conniption, and things turned real ugly. She started breaking things and hurled the turkey & those 2 fruitcakes right through the front window. And the whole time, she was yellin'...
[sung] (You ain't getting shit for Christmas.)
[glass breaking] Aaah, I tell ya: you ain't gettin' shit for Christmas.
(You can shove that fruitcake up your ass.)
You can shove that fruitcake up your ass!
(You ain't getting shit.)
What in Sam Hill are you thinking? You can't spend any time with your parents?
(No, you ain't getting dick.)
You ain't gettin' SHIT! NOTHING!
(You ain't getting shit for Christmas.)
Hey, Ma! Look out!
(You ain't getting shit for Christmas.)
Hey, Ma! Knock it off! That's my chair! That's my chair!
[automatic weapon fire] (You can shove that fruitcake up your ass.)
Put that down!
(You ain't getting shit.)
Aaaah, no! Aaaah! Ma!
(No, you ain't getting dick.)
What the hell are you doing?!?!
(You ain't getting shit for Christmas.)
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I can't believe how far I've gone
Watch me stumble and come undone
If you take away, these memories
All that's left, is just me

[Chorus:]
'Cause I don't want this
and I don't need this
and I don't feel this
It seems that even though she's with me I can't shake this
I can't fake this
and I won't take this anymore

So you trace, to break my heart
Should have seen this from the start
I'm haunted by your apathy
All that's left is killing me

[Chorus]

You believe that the way you choose to be
I've always had to see
The promise I don't fit so I don't lose my faith
Now the sun has gone away
It's getting colder everyday
So before I freeze to death there's something I should say

I don't want this
I don't need this
and I don't feel this
It seems that even though she's with me I can't shake this
and I can't fake this
and I won't take this anymore

And though you say you understand you still won't face this
Can't erase this
I won't embrace this anymore
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Burning Bright


I feel like there is no need for conversation
Some questions are better left without a reason
And I would rather reveal myself than my situation
Now and then I consider, my hesitation

[Chorus]
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright

I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
To spare myself of the constant shame of my existence
And I would surely redeem myself in my desperation
Here and now I'll express, my situation

The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright

There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right
Such a cruel contradiction
I know I cross the lines its not easy to define
I'm born to indecision
There's always something new some path I'm supposed to choose
With no particular rhyme or reason

The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning, burning bright

I feel like there is no need for conversation


Godsmack

Voodoo


Im not the one whos so far away
When I feel the snake bit enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I dont remember why I came.

Candles raise my desire,
Why Im so far away.
No more meaning to my life,
No more reason to stay.

Freezing, feeling,
Breathe in, breathe in...
Im coming back again...

[repeat chorus]

Hazing clouds rain on my head,
Empty thoughts fill my ears.
Find my shade by the moonlight,
Why my thoughts arent so clear.

Demons dreaming,
Breathe in, breathe in...
Im coming back again...

[repeat chorus 4 times]

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo.
[repeat]

[so far away...
Im not the one whos so far away...
Im not the one whos so far away...
Im not the one whos so far away...]
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I see all your old/new rap and raise you a...


BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY - No Surrender

My nigga just entered your business,
so can I get a witness?
Can you duck? Fu*k the po-po, pow
Startin' to kick this, gonna get my sh!t, and then you fu*ked up
Me buck. Me bang. N!ggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs.
Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click tight claim.
come again, now.
They drop down,
when I'm off the block,
Fu*k them cops.
Me and Krayzie
runnin' through the Boneyard, daily.
Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock,
so I can serve me thugs and maintain.
to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs
Long live the dope game, and it won't end ya,
as long as my n!ggas remember: no pretender
Get right up off the Clair, n!gga, Fu*k it. No surrender.

[Chorus x2]
No Surrender

[Layzie]
Not wantin' the copper to hit me a lick up,
found me a victim to stick up, pick up,
rollin' the nine-ball,slippin'
that's why me trippin'
bloody victim,
get him when the time calls, dog
Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these n!ggas well,
then Bone's fu*kin' with the hoes,
here comes them po-pos.
N!gga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on,
Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on.
Jump outta the hottie, move me body,
hittin' them cuts and trails, runnin' like we lunatics,
gotta make it back to Hazel daily
Escape and eludin' the chase.
buckin' me gauge, so n!gga, remember:
me killa, me no surrender.
Me killa, me killa, me killa . . .

[Chorus x2]

[Wish]
Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead,
'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red.
And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up,
because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up.
Cop killas, all up in they chest, and
I know what to do with that vest, man
Twenty-two shots. I killa.
You don't wanna fu*k with Bone, nigga.
And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper,
'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down,
'cause I'm goin' down poppin, so motherfu*k all coppers,
Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop

[Krayzie]
Ya better believe it's judgement day.
So, n!gga, just throw your pumps up in the air.
Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just don't care.
When they come, they come creepin'
Me peepin'
Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin'
put 'em in deep in gutters. Me keepin'
'til a me rich and gotta get mine, everytime
This'll be over in nine nine.
so, n!gga, get down for the crime,
gonna be more coppers dyin' in the line
fu*kin' with thugs
when I be slangin' my drugs,
tryin' to cuff me and my n!gga boy, gotta rip them guts,
and lay your head in blood.
Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a n!gga.
Bitch, remember: me killa. Me no surrender.
Me no surrender. N!gga, me no surrender.
Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya.
Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya.
Me no surrender.

[Chorus till end]



(Took way too long to censor this song.. they curse too much lol)
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ok, i'm going old school, this used to be a great party song back in the day, even though i'm not a rap kind of guy, flame away ...
nice!

here's another older one i try to drop on people time to time if i have a fun crowd.

Artist: 2Pac
Song: 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted Lyrics


[Snoop] Up out of there
[Tupac] (chuckles)
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Snoop] Pump that up G
[Tupac] Ahh shit, you done ****ed up now --
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
You done put two of America's
most wanted in the same
mother****in place at the same
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
mother****in time, hahahahah
Y'all niggaz about to feel this
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
and the mother****in condoms
Have one on us aight??
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party

[Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop]

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my ****in homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare mother****ers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish

I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys mother****er

Now follow as we riiiiide
Mother**** the rest, two of the best from the West side
And I can make you famous
Niggaz been dyin for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, mother****in G's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

[Chorus:]
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
[Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party...
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin but a
mother****in gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
it ain't nuthin but a
mother****in gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party

[Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop]

Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards **** wit me
I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy mother****ers who can fade the Thugs
(hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin
Everybody in the party doin dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard til ya hair turn grey
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids

They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Schemes for currency and doe related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted


one of my all time favorites

Artist: Candlebox
Song: You


You
It's for you
Only you
It's for you

I'll never know
I'll never care
I'll never believe my people
I'll tell you what I say
I'll never lie
I'll never try
I'll never cry for you people
I'll push you
Push you away
As you lonely people
Keep on running around my door
Yes, you lonely people
Keep on begging
Beg for more
And I'll cry for you
Yes I'll die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside
Feel in my heart it's for you

It's for you
Only you
It's for you


I'll never try
I'll never die
I'll never push for you people
I'll tell you how I feel
I'll never lie
I'll never cry
I'll never try for you people
I'll tell you, yes it's real
And you lonely people
Keep on passing time away
Yes you lonely people keep on passing,
Pass away

And I'll cry for you
Yes, I'll die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now how I feel inside
Feel in my heart it's for you
And I'll take everything
As it comes my way
Pushin' your pain 'round my door
And I'll cry for you yes I'll die for you
Is this blood on my hands all for you?

You shiver
And shudder
Recovers your mother
You feel it take control
All alone
Feel alive
In your soul

Come around town
Steal another dime
Take another line
Won't you feel it
Blanket your soul
Out of mind

Come around town
Steal another dime
Do another crime
Won't you get it higher & higher
All through time

Come around town
Steal another dime
Don't you push your drugs in my face
Yes, I'm feeling
Feeling fine
Don't you push your drugs in my face
Or I'm gonna put you in your place
**** you
I don't want it no more
And it's mine
Said this pain in my heart is all mine
Yes, it's mine all alone

I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more
I don't want it no more

And it's mine on my own
Yes, it's mine all alone
As I cry for you
Yes, I'll die for you
Pain in my heart, it is real
And I'll take
Everything as it comes my way
Feel in my heart it's for you
And I'll lie for you as I die for you
Pain in my heart it is real
And I'll tell you now
How I feel inside
**** you
It's for you
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Artist: Dio
Song: The Last in Line

We're a ship without a storm
The cold without the warm
Light inside the darkness that it needs, yeah

We're a laugh without a tear
The hope without the fear
We are coming - home

We're off to the witch
We may never never never come home
But the magic that we'll feel
Is worth a lifetime

We're all born upon the cross
The throw before the toss
You can release yourself
But the only way is down

We don't come alone
We are fire we are stone
We're the hand that writes
Then quickly moves away

Chorus:
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line
We're the last in line

Two eyes from the east
It's the angel or the beast
And the answer lies between
The good and bad

We search for the truth
We could die upon the tooth
But the thrill of just the chase
Is worth the pain

Repeat chorus

We're off to the witch
We may never never never come home
But the magic that we'll feel
Is worth a lifetime

We're all born upon the cross
The throw before the toss
You can release yourself
But the only way you go is down

Repeat chorus

Artist: Local H
Song: Bound for the Floor


Born to be down
I've learned all my lessons before now
Born to be down
I think you'll get used to it

And you just don't get it
you keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic

And you don't

Born to be down
I think that I've said this before now
Born to be down
What good is confidence?

And you just don't get it
you keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic

And you don't

And you just don;t get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic
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Old 11-09-2007, 09:47 AM   #77
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Artist: Jimi Hendrix
Song: Little Wing


Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

Artist: The Who
Song: My Generation


People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
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Old 11-09-2007, 10:32 AM   #78
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Bloodhound Gang

"Fire Water Burn"

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherf*cker burn,
Burn motherf*cker burn.

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy,
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high,
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' give props to my ho cause she all fly,
But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as 'Kid Funky Fried',
Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine,
Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie,
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me cookie,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherf*cker burn,
Burn motherf*cker burn.

Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice,
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven,
This honkey's gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk,
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist,
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis cause he's the anti-christ,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherf*cker burn,
Burn motherf*cker burn.

Everybody here we go,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Throw your hands in the air,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Wave 'em like you don't care,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everbody say ho,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everybody here we go.


"Kiss Me Where It Smells Funny"

You came twice last year like a Sears catalog,
Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg,
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God,
Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog,
Like a DC-10: guaranteed to go down,
But baby your black box is the one that I found,
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money,
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smells funny.

So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes,
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes,
She's one that's speechless, I'm the one that's tongue tied,
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side,
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose,
Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes,
Yeah I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I wanna be,
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny.

Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base,
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes,
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties,
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty,
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base,
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes,
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties,
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty.
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Old 11-09-2007, 10:49 AM   #79
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Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Song: Farting With a Walkman On

I know your gonna blame me
When you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so
I've been duped again

But if you cover your ass
With the same old song
You might aswell be farting
farting with a walkman on

I know your gonna blame me
When you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so
I've been duped again

But if you cover your ass
With the same old song
You might aswell be farting
farting with a walkman on

I know your gonna blame me
When you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so
I've been duped again

But if you cover your ass
With the same old song
You might aswell be farting
farting with a walkman on

Give me a f*ckin' break

Farting with a walkman on
Farting with a walkman on
Farting with a walkman on
Farting with a walkman on

Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Song: The Bad Touch


Ha-Ha! Well now we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about

I'd appreciate your input

Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

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ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA - Evil Woman

You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end.

Hey woman, you got the blues, cos' you ain't got no one else to use.
There's an open road that leads nowhere, so just make some miles
between here and there.
There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in,
You took my body and played to win,
Ha Ha woman it's a crying shame,
But you ain't got no one else to blame.

CHORUS
E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, E-evil Woman, Evil Woman

Rolled in from another town,
Hit some gold too hot to settle down,
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways,
And you found a fool lyin' in a daze,
Ha Ha woman what you gonna do,
You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you,
It's so good that you're feeling pain,
But you better get yourself on board the very next train.

CHORUS:REPEAT

Evil woman how you done me wrong,
But now you're tryin' to wail a different song,
Ha Ha funny how you broke me up, you made the wine now you
drink the cup,
I came runnin' every time you cried,
Thought I saw love smilin' in your eyes,
Ha Ha very nice to know, that you ain't got no place left to go.

CHORUS:REPEAT

WHITESNAKE - Ain't No Love In The Heart Of The City


Ain't no love in the heart of the city,
Ain't no love in the heart of town.
Ain't no love, sure 'nuff is a pity,
Ain't no love 'cos you ain't around.
Baby, since you been around.

Ain't no love in the heart of the city,
Ain't no love in the heart of town.
Ain't no love, sure 'nuff is a pity, child
Ain't no love 'cos you ain't around.

Every place that I go,
Well, it seems so strange.
Without you love, baby, baby,
Things have changed.
Now that you're gone
Y'know the sun don't shine,
From the city hall
To the county line, that's why

Ain't no love in the heart of the city,
Ain't no love in the heart of town.
Ain't no love, sure 'nuff is a pity,
Ain't no love 'cos you ain't around.

Every place that I go,
Well, it seems so strange.
Without you love, baby, baby,
Things have changed.
Now that you're gone
Y'know the sun don't shine,
From the city hall
Woman, to the county line, an' that's why

Ain't no love in the heart of the city,
There ain't no love in the heart of town.
There ain't no love, sure 'nuff is a pity,
Ain't no love 'cos you ain't around.

There ain't no love in the heart of the city,
There ain't no love in the heart of town.
Ain't no love, sure 'nuff is a pity,
Ain't no love 'cos you ain't around,
'Cos you ain't around.
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