Icecream
I am the icecream man known as mellow
Now would you like to say hello to my fellow
Me and my amigos sittin all on a bench
Somewhere down in puerto rico
Two coco-honeys step by
They lookin manefico so i
Step to em yeah how you doin
I took a close second cause I knew that I knew em
Bingo let me drop all my lingo
I make her understand that I am still single
So honey dont you worry no way
I got a truck full of plastics here to stay
Whoop whoop just slide a little whoop whoop just ride a little
Whoop whoop baby baby get down little in the middle surrounded by a big round
Chocolate banana vanilla flavour
You can try any damn thing I do you that favour
But later on you got to be here by my side
Waitin for a saddle to ride
We gonna do a thing thats mega
I am havin way more sex than kiddies playin sega
And like noriega I am dictatin the game
And I dont stop until you scream out my name
So honey dont you worry no way
I got a truck full of plastics here to stay
Whoop whoop just slide a little whoop whoop just ride a little
Whoop whoop baby baby get down little in the middle surrounded by a big round
(jammin with the drumz)
Whoop whoop just slide a little whoop whoop just ride a little
Whoop whoop baby baby get down little in the middle surrounded by a big round
song performed by by Lou Bega
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Problemz
[Young Chris]
We here to make sure these
Niggas take heat and remember
That we bout it, bout our business
Like P and da limit
Got some bout it, bout it
bi***es that fiend for the
Niggas use to flee me for
Them niggas now C all up in
It hit it when i want to
No matter how u treat
How much you flee'em
You can get it when you want to
You dont have to eat'em
Jus d***'em down right
Never speak on
Never play us
You dont like
Get a flagrant for that f***
You hatin for that dude jus
Playin his part she datin boy
Down at them clubs
She jus had to go
Young gunnas from State
P had to show
Should of seen
The people shakin and movin
And movin and grovin
But gunna was coolin
Long as i had my tool in
Girlies was choosin
Everybody else actin foolish
Over there actin stupid
Come over here and we shootin
[Hook:]
If you at the bar buyin drinks
Holla (whoop whoop)
V.I.P full of stinly stink say
(whoop whoop)
If you creepin with his wife
Holla (whoop whoop)
Like, like
Lets do it
If there's 23s on da whill
Holla(whoop whoop)
Young Gunnas bangin thourgh
Your speakers say (whoop whoop)
If you cheatin on your man
Holla (whoop whoop)
[Young Neef]
Dont tell'em notnin
These niggas aint bout nothin
They look here
With them fake stares
We gon get the cuttin
You know theres frontin girlies
All up in da place
Plus they probly mad bi***es all in our
Face 4-5th on da hip
And da buddas to 8
These niggas wanna trip
Then we give these
Niggas a taste
Dont shoot at cars
And wont shoot from f
song performed by by Young Gunz
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Few Have Tears On Hold
Who's not living getting minimal aid?
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Going where their woes flow.
Few have tears on hold.
Today everyone's affected.
And emotional.
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped.
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Who's not living getting minimal aid?
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped
And who's not feeling some pain today?
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Going where their woes flow.
Few have tears on hold.
Today everyone's affected.
And emotional.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with pain.
Everybody.
Everybody living is drained.
And...
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with pain.
Everybody.
Everybody living is drained.
Everybody.
Everybody living is strained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eleventh Avenue Racket
There is something terrible
about a hurdy-gurdy,
a gipsy man and woman,
and a monkey in red flannel
all stopping in front of a big house
with a sign “For Rent” on the door
and the blinds hanging loose
and nobody home.
I never saw this.
I hope to God I never will.
Whoop-de-doodle-de-doo.
Hoodle-de -harr-de-hum.
Nobody home? Everybody home.
Whoop-de-doodle-de-doo.
Mamie Riley married Jimmy Higgins last night: Eddie Jones died of whooping cough: George Hacks got a job on the police force: the Rosenheims bought a brass bed: Lena Hart giggled at a jackie: a pushcart man called tomaytoes, tomaytoes.
Whoop-de-doodle-de-doo.
Hoodle-d e-harr-de-hum.
Nobody home? Everybody home.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Crazy Girl (feat. Mashonda)
Crazy Girl
Ll Cool J
(Rush Hour 2)
[LL (Mashonda) *Swizz*]
Crazy baby
Crazy, crazy baby
You crazy baby
Crazy, crazy baby
You crazy baby
Crazy, crazy baby
You crazy baby
Crazy, crazy baby
[Chorus: Mashonda (LL) *Swizz*]
(You just a) *Crazy Girl*
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
(You just a) *Crazy Girl*
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
You just a *Crazy Girl*
[Verse 1: LL Cool J (Mashonda)]
Ain't no particular color for a crazy girl
Usin' her ass to survive in a crazy world
Lacin' ya baby, givin' ya diamonds and the pearls (Ooh)
Sippin' the Belve makin' ya stomach wanna hurl (Ooh)
Spend chips tonight
Me and Swizz got a miss she gone strip tonight
What you hearin', what's your seein', what's you get tonight
Got an anaconda snake for them lips tonight
Baby hit the lights
That's why I can't explain the way I just keep on dropin' heat
Laughin' at competition because they can't compete
Tiger Woods grand slam, Micheal Jordan threepeat
The body I'm rockin' is harder than my beats
[Chorus: Mashonda (LL) *Swizz*]
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
(You just a) *Crazy Girl*
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
You just a *Crazy Girl*
*Ride out*
[Verse 2: LL Cool J (Mashonda)]
Hard to be humble when I be gunnin' from the back
My life is a movie, that's why I decided to act (Yeah)
Packin' this poetry in your ears like wax
Blowin' my celly, rollin' ya philly relax
I hit it and quit that's why they call me "Be Back"
Cuz I might be back, might not be back
Love 'em and leave 'em lyin', deceivin' and cheatin'
And when you catch 'em you peekin' and for the knowledge you're reachin'
A painful lesson you're teachin', a sugar daddy you're seekin'
You fall in love for the weekend, just like the Garden of Eden even
You better ask Swizz how it is we do this
[Both]
From the gutter to the top of the world look at my wrists
[Chorus: Mashonda (LL) *Swizz*]
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
(You just a) *Crazy Girl*
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
You just a *Crazy Girl*
*Let's ride*
[Verse 3: LL Cool J (Mashonda)]
Make 'em cope the unorthodox
Cat's prayin' that I drop like a halter-top
Scatter the whole spot like I bust a shot
Half a mil in big bills baby rust a lot (Mmmmmmm)
Used to cuss a lot, when I crushed the box
The drop get more head than a barber shop
Even old people stop when L park on the block (Doodoodoodoo)
Pictures and autographs "WE LOVE YOU", thanks a lot
A grown ass man, got skills and what not
Anywhere I touch you girl, becomes a G-Spot
[Both]
Six months ago I was cold, now I'm hot
Six months ago you was platinum, now you flopped
[Chorus: Mashonda (LL) *Swizz*]
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
(You just a) *Crazy Girl*
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
You just a *Crazy Girl*
[Mashonda]
LL Cool J-ah
And 'Shonda
And Swizz, Swizz, Swizz, Swizz Beatz now
[Chorus: Mashonda (LL) *Swizz*]
*Crazy Girl*
You just movin' around
And just shakin' around
And just runnin' around
And just playin' around
And just foolin' around
And just clowin' around
*Crazy Girl*
*Put ya hands up*
You just movin' around *Hey*
And just shakin' around *Hey*
And just runnin' around *Hey*
And just playin' around *Hey*
And just foolin' around *Hey*
And just clowin' around *Hey*
[Swizz]
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo
Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo
Whoo whoo whoop whoop whoo
Let's ride
song performed by by LL Cool J
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The Grey Fantail
The bushmen call me 'Cranky Fan,'
Because my strange erratic flight
Seems to uncomprehending man
Sign of a wit not over-bright;
But nimble wit and nimble wing
Uphold me in the trade I ply
Of ever-restless foraging
Excuse me - there's another fly!
A tireless ball of buff and grey;
White-shafted, my important tail
Guides me on my unstable way
When stronger aviators fail;
Now right rise up, now upside down,
Now tumbling crazily from high,
I ape the antics of a clown
Whoop! - and that's another fly!
'Tis thus my daily fare I earn
By nimble trick of wit and wing;
And, when my nestlings so would learn,
A clothes-line is a handy thing.
And that is why we're sitting now,
Tho' not for long, my brood and I,
That they may be instructed how
Whoop! - and that's another fly!
I loop the loop with careless ease,
Now in a tail-spin watch me fall;
Yet, spite these eccentricities
I am the friendliest bird of all.
Upon your shoulder, lordly man,
I pause as I go flitting by.
Spare a kind word for Cranky Fan
Whoop! - and that's another fly!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Whoop and Holler
And when you whoop and holler,
'Cause your rent aint paid...
With a blaming finger done,
To one who's been at your aid.
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!
And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.
You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!
And when you whoop and holler,
'Cause your rent aint paid...
With a blaming finger done,
To one who's been at your aid.
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!
And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.
You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
You're the one who chose to live your life the way you do.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.
You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
You're the one who chose to live your life the way you do.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
And when you whoop and holler,
'Cause your rent aint paid...
With a blaming finger done,
To one who's been at your aid.
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fool-Youngens
Me an' Bert an' Minnie-Belle
Knows a joke, an' we won't tell!
No, we don't--'cause we don't know
_Why_ we got to laughin' so;
But we got to laughin' so,
'We ist kep' a-laughin'.
Wind wuz blowin' in the tree--
An' wuz only ist us three
Playin' there; an' ever' one
Ketched each other, like we done,
Squintin' up there at the sun
Like we wuz a-laughin'.
Nothin' funny anyway;
But I laughed, an' so did they--
An' we all three laughed, an' nen
Squint' our eyes an' laugh' again:
Ner we didn't ist _p'ten'_--
We wuz _shore-'nough_ laughin'.
'We ist laugh' an' laugh', tel Bert
Say he _can't_ quit an' it hurt.
Nen I _howl_, an' Minnie-Belle
She tear up the grass a spell
An' ist stop her yeers an' _yell_
Like she'd _die_ a-laughin'.
Never sich fool-youngens yit!
Nothin' funny,--not a bit!--
But we laugh' so; tel we whoop'
Purt'-nigh like we have the croup--
All so hoarse we'd wheeze an' whoop
An' ist _choke_ a-laughin'.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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If you whoop and holler all the time, the players just get used to it.
quote by Paul Bryant
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Gimme Number 9
Gimme number 9,
With a whoop-de-doo.
I'd like a side of fries,
And a milkshake too.
Put some mayo and some lettuce...
Add pickles just a few.
Exercise and diets I've given the boot!
I'm gonna lick my fingers...
Everyone publicly.
And flaunt my greed,
Feeding my gluttony.
All this talk about slimming down,
And losing pounds.
I aint into it,
Cause I like my body round!
And glad,
To flab...
My fat!
Don't deny me now...
Gimme number 9,
With a whoop-de-doo.
I'd like a side of fries,
And a milkshake too.
Put some mayo and some lettuce...
Add pickles just a few.
Exercise and diets I've given the boot!
All this talk about slimming down,
And losing pounds.
I aint into it,
Cause I like my body round!
And glad,
To flab...
My fat!
Take that scale away.
I'm glad,
To flab...
My fat!
Everyday I will be glad,
To flab...
My fat!
'Singing that may be a good incentive,
For you.
However...
You have annoyed the others,
In this weight reduction class.
So until you find another motivational song to sing...
You'll be running an extra five laps.'
A what?
I was just teasing everyone!
'Oh...
Sorry for the misunderstanding.
Make that 10.
And sing it as much as you'd like.
Hit the track.'
I hate people with no humor at all.
Especially the ones who make bad calls...
'And you,
Will run...
Your ass!
Quick and snappy,
Yes!
You,
Will run...
Real fast!
Or...
Get
Out
Of
This
Class!
We ARE serious about this, mister.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By Kind Permission Of
[introduction:]
Please, lets have a big welcome for jethro tull.
Whoop!
Hello. hang on, press on. be back with you in a minute.
Id better not open this now because it might contain contraband.
Well give it to john to supplement his camels. he dropped on his
Head when he was very small. we occasionally cut his fingernails off
And smoke them. this is a... a song about... about everything.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The Convalescent Gripster
The gods let slip that fiendish grip
Upon me last week Sunday--
No fiercer storm than racked my form
E'er swept the Bay of Fundy;
But now, good-by
To drugs, say I--
Good-by to gnawing sorrow;
I am up to-day,
And, whoop, hooray!
I'm going out to-morrow!
What aches and pain in bones and brain
I had I need not mention;
It seemed to me such pangs must be
Old Satan's own invention;
Albeit I
Was sure I'd die,
The doctor reassured me--
And, true enough,
With his vile stuff,
He ultimately cured me.
As there I lay in bed all day,
How fair outside looked to me!
A smile so mild old Nature smiled
It seemed to warm clean through me.
In chastened mood
The scene I viewed,
Inventing, sadly solus,
Fantastic rhymes
Between the times
I had to take a bolus.
Of quinine slugs and other drugs
I guess I took a million--
Such drugs as serve to set each nerve
To dancing a cotillon;
The doctors say
The only way
To rout the grip instanter
Is to pour in
All kinds of sin--
Similibus curantur!
'Twas hard; and yet I'll soon forget
Those ills and cures distressing;
One's future lies 'neath gorgeous skies
When one is convalescing!
So now, good-by
To drugs say I--
Good-by, thou phantom Sorrow!
I am up to-day,
And, whoop, hooray!
I'm going out to-morrow.
poem by Eugene Field
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When I Was Your Age
Let me tell you sonny... let me tell you straight
You kids today aint never had it tough
Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate
You lazy brats think nothings good enough
Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
We had to walk buck naked through forty miles of snow
Worked in the coal mines twenty two hours a day for just half a cent
Had to sell me internal organs just to pay the rent
When I was your age. when I was your age
When I was your age. when I was your age
Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot
Theres something wrong with all you kids today
You just dont appreciate all the things youve got
We were hungry, broken and miserable and we liked it fine that way
There were seventy three of us living in a cardboard box
All I got for christmas was a lousy bag of rocks
Every night for dinner, we had a big ol chunk of dirt
If we were really good, we didnt get dessert
When I was your age. when I was your age
When I was your age. when I was your age
Didnt have no telephone, didnt have no fax machine
All we had was a couple cans and a crummy piece of string
Didnt have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
Our neighbors mseptic tank was the closest thing we had
Didnt have no dental floss, had to use old rusty nails
Didnt have nintendo, we just poured salt on snails
Didnt have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass
Didnt have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass
Whats the matter now, sonny, you say you dont believe this junk?
You think my storys wearin kinda thin?
I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk
Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline
Dad would whoop us every night till a quarter after twelve
Then hed get too tired and hed make us whoop ourselves
Then hed chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain
And let me tell ya, junior, you never heard me complain
When I was your age. when I was your age
When I was your age. when I was your age
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Party Starter
[CHORUS]
Git on the floor!!!!! Whoa! I'm the Party Starter,
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin'
Oh! I'm the Party Starter,
You might have a good time but we party harder
So, tell the DJ to play my song
& we could dance all night to the early mornin'
Dance, an aphrodisiac
Women gyrating, simulating sensual acts
To stimulating musical tracks
I thought I was just gon' come out tonight & get a brew & relax
But no! Uh uh, when you're the party starter
It's like you're on call, you're what the doctor ordered
It's like you gotta block the border to the door
& shock em when it's boring....
GIT ON THE FLOOR!!
Ughh, it's the groovicide bomber, mic in my vest
Tight, strapped to my chest
Like, I'ma run up in the party hollerin'
& be like "Ohhh!", fulfillin' my callin'
Big! (Big), Will! (Will), that's my name, whoop!
Writin' rhymes, that's my game, whoop!
Ask me again and I'll tell you the same, whoop!
Just write ya number down right next to ya name, girl
[CHORUS]
He was raised in the days when the roof was raised
Every rap occasion, new & amazing
The back of the stage amazed and gazin'
Prayin for the day they would one day praise him
Studied the ways of the game & made it
Came through the maze & the haze & played it perfect
Days any person hated & cursed him, he was unfazed
He waited, it was worth it, he never retaliated
He saved it, slavin', on the road blazin'
Days when he was low, nothin' could raise him
He came to the show & somethin' uncaged in him
Like the pope, but its party crusade, I'm like braids that's never gon'
fade (ya heard)
I'm like, 23's on an Escalade, throw me into the rave
like you threw a grenade - BOOM!!
[CHORUS (2x)]
I call for the days of the unadulterated
When the artistry was cultivated
You know, back when rap was smart and multilayered
We could rap without A&Rs& ultimatums (damn)
Now today I could say I long for the days when the party was all about
partyin'
I was a mini-party starter then
My mind bends when I call my pen
The big question should I run the mind a vittle
Food for thought or dumb the rhyme a little
But Will "if you come to high that'll alienate folks & they won't buy it"(yo),
Look, people getting trapped in the track
& they be clappin', even when the rappin' is wack
Yo, what happened, when did we get happy wit that?
He's old-fashioned (yup), but let's be happy he's back
(Ya heard me!)
[CHORUS (2x)]
song performed by by Will Smith
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Awaiting
awaiting day elapse
elapsing of it memory for the shake of memory
when beauty of wave that kiss the coast
omit the ripples without meaning
when what wind fizz
without tone
when musical tones
heard whoop it up
ah, I really toothache
awaiting something that is no meaning.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Scrutinize
Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.
Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.
Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.
What you can't reach with your two feet.
Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.
What you can't reach with your two feet.
To examine, rid or receive.
Scrutinize it.
Scrutinize!
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize!
Scrutinize it.
Let them go to whoop!
Or holler in a group.
You scrutinize.
With open eyes.
Let them go to whoop!
Or holler in a group.
You scrutinize.
With open eyes.
You scrutinize!
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.
Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.
Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.
What you can not reach,
With your own two feet.
To examine,
Rid...
Or receive.
Don't criticize!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Butterfly
Swoosh! , Whoop! ...
Ha! , ah!
Your life's been a beauty
Mine?
Dusty at best
U flew and somehow hit my window
Was about to squash your behind
Thought you were one of those darn mosquitoes
In the split of a second
Where heaven reaches earth and time is left to float away
My heart knew you weren't
I took you in
Let u feel the warmth of my heart
Let you feel the chill of my body
Let you be me
Let you in me
Something hurt
You were bound to be free
Stayed to go.
Loved.
Deeply.
Wrongly.
I'm like a bird.
Without a care in the world.
Or so it seems
You are my butterfly
Not mine.
Fly away.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Life Cycle
Winter cold we are born
One of strife
To this we are sworn
This, the cycle of life
Into Spring we bound
New lambs bleating
Listen to their sound
Rains stop sleeting
From teens to thirties with a whoop
All around we group.
Along came the forties
In a Summer so bright
Some say the naughties
Everything seems so right.
Into Autumn
Life is a dash
This we tell them
Passes in a flash.
Back into Winter
A peaceful sigh
Dirty and black like sinter
Life passes by
We close our eyes
Each of us we die.
RG
poem by Robert Green
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Hellzapoppin
Hold your hats...the roof is bout to tumble in
Holy cats...the walls and floors are crumblin
Hellzapoppin...hellzapoppin...hellzapoppin
The whole gangs whoopin up the whoop-de-doo
Me oh my...its gonna be uproarious
Well fly high...tonight well be notorious
Hellzapoppin...hellzapoppin...hellzapoppin
And youre invited to the party too
Better look out...aint no cook-out
Were playin this one by ear
We through the book out
Its a bash...the signs are unmistakable
What a smash...were breakin all thats breakable
Theres no stoppin...hellzapoppin...why not drop in
We wont stop until the night is through
(instrumental break)
We wont tire...well fly higher
Well be hotter by far
Than a floor on fire
Raise your glass...the party will be riotous
What a gas...the cops will never quiet us
Theres no stoppin...hellzapoppin...hellzapoppin
Well be hellzapoppin till the night is through
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Let Me In Now
(nelly - talking)
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot more, drop it like over herr baby girl, uh
(chorus - nelly)
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
(ali)
Let me in ma, so I can hit it
Make you wanna leave wit it, take you home and sleep wit it
Tell your friends that we did it in the back of the coupe
With your back on the sunroof hollain out whoop-de-whoop
You be like girl, he put in work, hit it all night
He rocked my world, came out that skirt, soon as I hit that door
He thorough, while you twerk, so much mo and cris I urled all on my skirt
We still kicked it, (let me in know)
You aint heard, that playa bad
St. louis nigga to the end, with a fo-fo mag
And til them tic niggas kick in, let a fire bag
The party just would not begin, til you shake that ass, now shake that ass
Im like, uh, whoa hossie and that ass aint playin
Im a teach it to go varsity in a passin ram
Marry me and, divorce me and get my cash advance
Your best bets to deep throat me as fast as you can, Im like
(chorus)
(murphy lee)
Ay yo, Im murphy lee the ashtray, I touch butts all day
Treat me like a toilet, you can sit on me
And let your knees touch your nostrils
Show me that big ol brown booty hole, let me record it like a studio
You can go and get your crew, girl, like freddy
Huh, you raw like eddie, call me murphy if you ready
Ready for whatever, strictly business like halle berry
When Im with you like tony terry, say my name more times than bloody mary
Kinda scary gettin more head for stones than cemetaries
? ? ? ? ? done ran through more halls than barry
At school, in the hall gettin busy like arsenio
Im a rat trap like club casino
(keyjuan)
Ay yo, its on fo sho, low-cut capris so her thongs could sho
She probably got a man, but Ive been wrong befo
All I know is that she make her knees touch her elbows just to get in a show
Im startin to think, this how its supposed to go
Get blowed before we go where we supposed to go
Workin since ninety-fo, Im supposed to blow
Blow on the dice, before I roll a ten-to-fo
Rollin mo-mos, optimos, they burn slow
Rollin fo-dos, sippin mo with fo hoes
Im a two-triple-0, u-city, gigalo
Duece duece bigalow, love a man, joe blow
And you should pay me, Im super like nintendo
Make your hands touch the flo, your knees dont bend tho
In the benzo, tinted windows, if the bounce is right, the ounce is right
Meet me at my house tonight
(chorus)
(nelly)
Now baby girl got a rump on er, fo-do and a trunk on er
Low miles, no dents, title readin one owner
Some are wanna-be baller, baby daddies that dont want er
He aint trippin til he see another nigga get on her
But she a good girl, actin bad when she need be
I wish you would girl, hit me so often she beep me
On some nelly, come meet me, its the first lady
My president is out the country I need the vp
Im in the white house, butt-naked and iced out
Turn the lights out, and Im turnin your wife out
Same chick you jumped the broom with, throwin the rice out
Same cat shoppin with rats, throwin the mice out
I like em clumsy mo, just let everything hit the flo
Not once, not twice, three times, but fo
Each time, makin her knees touchin her elbows
I said, each time, lookin at me, yellin she want mo
Im like, ohh!
(chorus)
(nelly - talking)
Baby girl like to shake a lot, huh, baby girl like to shake a lot
Huh, baby girl like to, uh, uh, uh, uh
Do your thizzle moet, hah, hah, and do your thizzle moet
Hah, hah, shake it like that for, hah, yeah
Three-one-four fo sho, s-t-l and I connect the do
song performed by by Nelly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Laughter Holding Both His Sides
Ay, thou varlet! Laugh away!
All the world's a holiday!
Laugh away, and roar and shout
Till thy hoarse tongue lolleth out!
Bloat thy cheeks, and bulge thine eyes
Unto bursting; pelt thy thighs
With thy swollen palms, and roar
As thou never hast before!
Lustier! Wilt thou! Peal on peal!
Stiflest? Squat and grind thy heel--
Wrestle with thy loins, and then
Wheeze thee whiles, and whoop again!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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