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67,
00:00,
2009-08-06 19:19:45
Description: Fresh Outta High School and straight into trouble! That's exactly where these girls are headed when we enforce some big dick disciplinary action. Watch us punish the pussies of these freshly (More) Fresh Outta High School and straight into trouble! That's exactly where these girls are headed when we enforce some big dick disciplinary action. Watch us punish the pussies of these freshly picked sluts. Once we get them in the sack, they're going to get a sexual education that was never covered in school! (Less) Channel: naughtymovies
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00:00,
2009-08-06 19:24:05
Description: Fresh outta high school and straight into trouble! Crista Moore, Jessica Young, Dixie Daytona, Madelyn Marie, and Allyssa Hall are ready for some hardcore hands-on training in fucking 101. Watch as (More) Fresh outta high school and straight into trouble! Crista Moore, Jessica Young, Dixie Daytona, Madelyn Marie, and Allyssa Hall are ready for some hardcore hands-on training in fucking 101. Watch as these cute little teens bare it all for 2 hours of in-your-face pussy cramming and jamming. They won't walk away empty-handed after this hot & sweaty session, because these are things they can't learn in school! (Less) Channel: naughtymovies
22,
00:00,
2009-08-12 19:57:41
Description: This babe bends over with her sexy ass on show, I`d stick my dick in Fresh Outta High School. College
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36:00,
2009-08-07 16:33:44
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22:00,
2009-08-07 19:10:32
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14:00,
2009-08-29 03:57:11
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78,
08:19,
2007-08-07 17:15:01
Description: But the Pistols, of course, never made it.
And now, in 1979, very few of the living were willing to move either. Had they become tired or too almost famous? Fallen in love or given up? discovered (More) But the Pistols, of course, never made it.
And now, in 1979, very few of the living were willing to move either. Had they become tired or too almost famous? Fallen in love or given up? discovered their niche, looking for a fix, settled, called it quits? Some, yes- were turning rebellion into money-though I didn't know any of them personally, running as we did in different circles...
But the rest?
Good thing Oscar -"The secret of life" he taught me
"...is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived..."
...Yeah... By which time I figured out, music wasn't going to change me, but maybe-if time was still on my side-the music might just save me, which was all I'd ever asked for in the first place.
And why I needed to go north. But how? Alone would be too dangerous and futile-more would be safer, but how many? Would be better...
Banner night, everyone in-Darby and gargoyles, and Hellin, even Trudi- and fan clubs and boyfriends, even Mary thereabouts, Lorna(Lorna!), Pat, Pleasant in petticoats, fourth estate Flip Side, zealots of every stripe, the pterodactyls, the new recruits; the suburbs in turmoil, the beaches in flame, the kids on the march from north and south and east and west.
...and to think...
Of the days, just a few hundred days earlier, when there were just 99 of us-if that many at all, still, a banner night is just what I needed.
...a few hundred days... later I find no takers, no one to join the journey, no members for my quest "The Clash?..." some answer listless-or merely defeated? "...when?... Monterey-wow-that's too far..."
Except for Brian.
The best of our generation "Cool..." he lit up "Sure, we'll go" with no hesitation, with no questions...
Soulful and silent, the fearless white boy- true seditionist- and always up for the fight, foot in the grave the other in heaven...
Was it fate or plain ol' synchronicity that finally allowed me to track him down, in Chinatown-alas fate-owes us no explanation. And thus, we were going...
Going to Monterey.
Wednesday, September 5, 1979
"We on?"
"Yeah" Brian was always of few words "We're on"
Though the few he did-were ones he kept.
And because counting down the hours always depends on what fills the wait on Wednesday night I re-read Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness as prelude to viewing Apocalypse Now at the Cinerama Dome...
They were goddesses.
Yeah, ok... so I have a vivid imagination-you know they weren't? But I know they were
...goddesses...
like the ones I'd read about as a child-which was how I recognized them in the first place-live, tall, walking, talking, breathing goddesses-switchblades...chains...'n' leather jackets...
They, cast in the molds of diamond and moon glow, polished by comets, burnished in absinth, colored by dreams'n'flames'n'nightmares'n'sweet soul music...
They- were...
Diana warrior goddess, protectress of the rejected. Whose temples in days of old gave sanctuary even to slaves. Of course they were Diana, feminine symbol of creative insanity-that of poets and writers...
And the Norse underworld's Hel-who ruled over those unfortunate enough to die of sickness and old age as opposed to gloriously in battle. Or "Mania" -Etruscan goddess of the dead, mother of ghosts and otherworldly creatures, and my favorite, own private Itzpapalotl, the skeletal, clawed-butterfly deity of the Aztecs, she the queen of Tomoanchan, locus of human creation.
They-the ethereal, they the god-like, they-girls of the bigBeat Olympus-sundry mythical lairs, la Jolla and Santa Monica, and Holloway and the Canterbury and the Tower... maybe 20- no more.
Though amongst ourselves, the seditionist boys who admired them-they were known simply as "real girls"
When we'd storm the gates of heaven...
Who ya' think will lead the charge?
But the rest...
The pterodactyls... the Fiorucci jeans, the high-end Hello-Kitty, the smart skirts, the razor cuts, the smell of clean sheets and tidy rooms and private schools-well, they might've come down to Chinatown for adventure-but...
..."you gotta take their money..." Gerber had taught us and which more often than not actually worked- Certainly better than working for tips at the bathhouse on Melrose. $75 or even $100 wasn't worth missing a night of fun.
Thursday September 6 1979- Minute 0
...Lets see, what I need, what WE need, is a sponsor, like a Formula-1 race car. Hell, we'll splotch their name all over Brian's car, we'll name the whole event after her. Her? Has to be, no straight guy'll go for it. Let me take an inventory. So far Brian will drive, I don't know how much money he has, probably none, anybody with a Mustang GT cannot possibly have any money, not if they're busy building a stash....where are we going to find the money?
And the waterboy gig won't do. Cool working in torn jeans but management wanted somebody they can "rely on"
So it's time to empty the ol' pockets of every jacket and torn-knee 501, under all the coffee tables, at every foot of every bed, decipher every torn shreds of telephone directory, napkin, matchbook cover...analects of the hardcore...
Yeah, but the clock was still ticking
...might as well all in all... begin dialing for dollars.
Most were outdated (the pterodactyls in question would probably see me thrown to wild pigs), some just smudges, most bad memories and only the last month's worth.
When it hit me...sure...
I recognized the scrawl. Fresh face, just outta high school and her energetic friends, looking for big trouble, maybe a little more....
Well, she might've not made many mistakes in life, but trying her luck in Chinatown made up for the ones she didn't. Going down to the crossroads-the poor dear-was only the beginning, blinded-headlong, the upcoming traffic...
Sure, the kid should've stayed home, but she wanted more and more and more and more; didn't they all? Didn't we all?
Why did revolutions have to be such messy affairs?
But Chinatown was the worst time of all places and with no love in the equation.
...good sign...she was awake when I called..."Hi, yeah its me... right... hi!... "...don't givem' time to say no..." Gerber had taught me... )
...Listen, wanna go to Monterey and see the Clash? Yeah, the Clash. It's their last concert. They're gonna break up. Yeah, sure, it's the last chance ever to see them..." (small talk is the worst talk, especially with clocks-a-ticking...)
"...But, we don't have any money-I mean for gas that is...You mean your parents aren't home for the weekend- cool..." (Less) Channel: youtube
39,
08:19,
2008-04-21 16:33:07
Description: But the Pistols, of course, never made it. And now, in 1979, very few of the living were willing to move either. Had they become tired or too almost famous? Fallen in love or given up? discovered (More) But the Pistols, of course, never made it. And now, in 1979, very few of the living were willing to move either. Had they become tired or too almost famous? Fallen in love or given up? discovered their niche, looking for a fix, settled, called it quits? Some, yes- were turning rebellion into money-though I didn't know any of them personally, running as we did in different circles... But the rest? Good thing Oscar -"The secret of life" he taught me "...is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived..." ...Yeah... By which time I figured out, music wasn't going to change me, but maybe-if time was still on my side-the music might just save me, which was all I'd ever asked for in the first place. And why I needed to go north. But how? Alone would be too dangerous and futile-more would be safer, but how many? Would be better... Banner night, everyone in-Darby and gargoyles, and Hellin, even Trudi- and fan clubs and boyfriends, even Mary thereabouts, Lorna(Lorna!), Pat, Pleasant in petticoats, fourth estate Flip Side, zealots of every stripe, the pterodactyls, the new recruits; the suburbs in turmoil, the beaches in flame, the kids on the march from north and south and east and west. ...and to think... Of the days, just a few hundred days earlier, when there were just 99 of us-if that many at all, still, a banner night is just what I needed. ...a few hundred days... later I find no takers, no one to join the journey, no members for my quest "The Clash?..." some answer listless-or merely defeated? "...when?... Monterey-wow-that's too far..." Except for Brian. The best of our generation "Cool..." he lit up "Sure, we'll go" with no hesitation, with no questions... Soulful and silent, the fearless white boy- true seditionist- and always up for the fight, foot in the grave the other in heaven... Was it fate or plain ol' synchronicity that finally allowed me to track him down, in Chinatown-alas fate-owes us no explanation. And thus, we were going... Going to Monterey. Wednesday, September 5, 1979 "We on?" "Yeah" Brian was always of few words "We're on" Though the few he did-were ones he kept. And because counting down the hours always depends on what fills the wait on Wednesday night I re-read Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness as prelude to viewing Apocalypse Now at the Cinerama Dome... They were goddesses. Yeah, ok... so I have a vivid imagination-you know they weren't? But I know they were ...goddesses... like the ones I'd read about as a child-which was how I recognized them in the first place-live, tall, walking, talking, breathing goddesses-switchblades...chains...'n' leather jackets... They, cast in the molds of diamond and moon glow, polished by comets, burnished in absinth, colored by dreams'n'flames'n'nightmares'n'sweet soul music... They- were... Diana warrior goddess, protectress of the rejected. Whose temples in days of old gave sanctuary even to slaves. Of course they were Diana, feminine symbol of creative insanity-that of poets and writers... And the Norse underworld's Hel-who ruled over those unfortunate enough to die of sickness and old age as opposed to gloriously in battle. Or "Mania" -Etruscan goddess of the dead, mother of ghosts and otherworldly creatures, and my favorite, own private Itzpapalotl, the skeletal, clawed-butterfly deity of the Aztecs, she the queen of Tomoanchan, locus of human creation. They-the ethereal, they the god-like, they-girls of the bigBeat Olympus-sundry mythical lairs, la Jolla and Santa Monica, and Holloway and the Canterbury and the Tower... maybe 20- no more. Though amongst ourselves, the seditionist boys who admired them-they were known simply as "real girls" When we'd storm the gates of heaven... Who ya' think will lead the charge? But the rest... The pterodactyls... the Fiorucci jeans, the high-end Hello-Kitty, the smart skirts, the razor cuts, the smell of clean sheets and tidy rooms and private schools-well, they might've come down to Chinatown for adventure-but... ..."you gotta take their money..." Gerber had taught us and which more often than not actually worked- Certainly better than working for tips at the bathhouse on Melrose. $75 or even $100 wasn't worth missing a night of fun. Thursday September 6 1979- Minute 0 ...Lets see, what I need, what WE need, is a sponsor, like a Formula-1 race car. Hell, we'll splotch their name all over Brian's car, we'll name the whole event after her. Her? Has to be, no straight guy'll go for it. Let me take an inventory. So far Brian will drive, I don't know how much money he has, probably none, anybody with a Mustang GT cannot possibly have any money, not if they're busy building a stash....where are we going to find the money? And the waterboy gig won't do. Cool working in torn jeans but management wanted somebody they can "rely on" So it's time to empty the ol' pockets of every jacket and torn-knee 501, under all the coffee tables, at every foot of every bed, decipher every torn shreds of telephone directory, napkin, matchbook cover...analects of the hardcore... Yeah, but the clock was still ticking ...might as well all in all... begin dialing for dollars. Most were outdated (the pterodactyls in question would probably see me thrown to wild pigs), some just smudges, most bad memories and only the last month's worth. When it hit me...sure... I recognized the scrawl. Fresh face, just outta high school and her energetic friends, looking for big trouble, maybe a little more.... Well, she might've not made many mistakes in life, but trying her luck in Chinatown made up for the ones she didn't. Going down to the crossroads-the poor dear-was only the beginning, blinded-headlong, the upcoming traffic... Sure, the kid should've stayed home, but she wanted more and more and more and more; didn't they all? Didn't we all? Why did revolutions have to be such messy affairs? But Chinatown was the worst time of all places and with no love in the equation. ...good sign...she was awake when I called..."Hi, yeah its me... right... hi!... "...don't givem' time to say no..." Gerber had taught me... ) ...Listen, wanna go to Monterey and see the Clash? Yeah, the Clash. It's their last concert. They're gonna break up. Yeah, sure, it's the last chance ever to see them..." (small talk is the worst talk, especially with clocks-a-ticking...) "...But, we don't have any money-I mean for gas that is...You mean your parents aren't home for the weekend- cool..." (Less) Channel: youtube
14,
04:37,
2007-12-26 19:35:21
Description: The new Track put out by the Bahamian artist.. Kao
Lyrics:
First of all lemme introduce to u myself
From the villages and pillages of chi town
And I don't mean from chi car go
But found in (More) The new Track put out by the Bahamian artist.. Kao
Lyrics:
First of all lemme introduce to u myself
From the villages and pillages of chi town
And I don't mean from chi car go
But found in the town where the I hop's closed
I'm talking the China town where Kao's on the verse and fried pigs on the hook smuggling cargos
Taking over cali like I'm Arnold....make like ya old clothes I'm too unfold
Too uncouth to the game yes I'm too dam rude
Being abrasive on the track that we can do
Make a pact on ma work just to prove ma worth
The first isn't mine but it's cool part 2
Lyrics in ma vein that could potentially be deathly when I bury the legends like its just the customary
The nerd is resurrected Im bak from the library....read some how to's now I'm feelin kinda very.....clever
The chains around ma neck is getting heavy.....levers I'm feeling bubbly fresh as the Zests
Better yet I'm feelin dis track a lot....concern dat ma raps is hot....the furnace is up a notch
Do u even know wat ur wordsworth like William...title emcee responsible 4 killing idioms.....ma weapons are concealed in the Websters and the Merriams
Shovels for emcees cuz we always try to bury them
Them meaning seed that grow into green stalks.....let the story unfold while the story's untold.....greeen thumbs from counting stacks...hello ma name is jack
Pushing da lah....like titties pushin da bra
Aha.....a lil chilly in da middle
Got ya mouth overflowing like u lustin on broads
Naw...I kno u made contact cuz u feelin dis
Feelin da cold shoulder....why don't u brush off da frost
Y emcees slay....YMCA...well I'm twice the two letters between the YA
Infiltrate Virginia state.....UVing in MIA
With ma 10 fingers attached....I cud cut out da rock
Throw it up in the air.....like drunk drivers on highways
Graspin 4 fresh breath....i supply the respirates
And the IV fluid sip with the guys that I'm cool with
Hov gave the blueprints yet I'm still feelin clueless
Mumbling to myself like the murmurs In ma heart
You cud rock Calvin Klein but ya still cudnt C K
O....I'm the poster boy for GQ
Soo.....the audience didn't pay to see u
The air alone will kill...like SARS epidemic.....causing a whole menace better keep ma mouth sealed
Well see I'm back on the block like the road kills....express ma true vengeance thru da art of dope skills
Swerve Thru the sewerage that means ma flows ill
Flows real....unlike the actors advertising growth pills
Uh I'm bak to rehearse...with the beverage hot as feverish hot as the devilish getting u high as the everest no leverage...let the best of us get to us....knock out cold like the cold pills
The hangover is so serious so real...like a record company tell u off with a no deal
Kao the rap laureate lyrically inclined phenom....my rap schemes being taught like econ
Around the hood corners...around ya school campus
Ya hate splurge I'm flip da bird on ya like eamon
Uh chilling like the vodka on the rocks
See we sling stones when outsiders on our block
Turn pimps into chimps and players into mascots
We have lot blacks with greens like the X box
Locksmithing thru the death locks
Ya be there forever till ya layin in da death box
The curtain unveils yesir we heard applause
City of the emerald not the wizard of oz
I'm the emporer of the emerald emcees looking edible
Throw in the raw beef and the entrée is available
Outlaws of the game represent new types of criminal
My figure of speech will sure to dissect the general
Lyrical kleptomaniac nerdy as the brainiac
Ya owe till ya broke drug money ya better pay me back.
Carpool till ya drove.....ma stat quo about to blow harder than a chick givin orals yo
I'm on a roll...does dat mean I'm on the honor roll
Money is the screwdriver fix me like u know we broke
Spit hot fire like a liars pair of pants and
Ma lyrics is the death sentence u must die romeo
My demeanor fresh ta death it is see
I'm doing big things cuz I'm rolling with G major
Opt to be da greatest but never the trailblazers
Ma words gives the aura of horror cuz its way above they head like halos on top of Christian martyr
outta kill ya for snitching u a rat like master splinter
I push snow like in winters.....its not da same snow from the H20
But I'll be gone till November
I'll Rather be a rich nerd dan be a po gangster
So... I'll be a G major forever
Gifted with the verses deliver rhymes so clever
Sick a lil sneeze from the pepper
Those who heard da gospel guaranteed to show grimace
Cuz they just don't seem to comprende with the emperor the connoser the crème de la crème (Less) Channel: youtube
12,
04:37,
2008-04-21 16:26:11
Description: The new Track put out by the Bahamian artist.. Kao Lyrics: First of all lemme introduce to u myself From the villages and pillages of chi town And I don't mean from chi car go But found in the (More) The new Track put out by the Bahamian artist.. Kao Lyrics: First of all lemme introduce to u myself From the villages and pillages of chi town And I don't mean from chi car go But found in the town where the I hop's closed I'm talking the China town where Kao's on the verse and fried pigs on the hook smuggling cargos Taking over cali like I'm Arnold....make like ya old clothes I'm too unfold Too uncouth to the game yes I'm too dam rude Being abrasive on the track that we can do Make a pact on ma work just to prove ma worth The first isn't mine but it's cool part 2 Lyrics in ma vein that could potentially be deathly when I bury the legends like its just the customary The nerd is resurrected Im bak from the library....read some how to's now I'm feelin kinda very.....clever The chains around ma neck is getting heavy.....levers I'm feeling bubbly fresh as the Zests Better yet I'm feelin dis track a lot....concern dat ma raps is hot....the furnace is up a notch Do u even know wat ur wordsworth like William...title emcee responsible 4 killing idioms.....ma weapons are concealed in the Websters and the Merriams Shovels for emcees cuz we always try to bury them Them meaning seed that grow into green stalks.....let the story unfold while the story's untold.....greeen thumbs from counting stacks...hello ma name is jack Pushing da lah....like titties pushin da bra Aha.....a lil chilly in da middle Got ya mouth overflowing like u lustin on broads Naw...I kno u made contact cuz u feelin dis Feelin da cold shoulder....why don't u brush off da frost Y emcees slay....YMCA...well I'm twice the two letters between the YA Infiltrate Virginia state.....UVing in MIA With ma 10 fingers attached....I cud cut out da rock Throw it up in the air.....like drunk drivers on highways Graspin 4 fresh breath....i supply the respirates And the IV fluid sip with the guys that I'm cool with Hov gave the blueprints yet I'm still feelin clueless Mumbling to myself like the murmurs In ma heart You cud rock Calvin Klein but ya still cudnt C K O....I'm the poster boy for GQ Soo.....the audience didn't pay to see u The air alone will kill...like SARS epidemic.....causing a whole menace better keep ma mouth sealed Well see I'm back on the block like the road kills....express ma true vengeance thru da art of dope skills Swerve Thru the sewerage that means ma flows ill Flows real....unlike the actors advertising growth pills Uh I'm bak to rehearse...with the beverage hot as feverish hot as the devilish getting u high as the everest no leverage...let the best of us get to us....knock out cold like the cold pills The hangover is so serious so real...like a record company tell u off with a no deal Kao the rap laureate lyrically inclined phenom....my rap schemes being taught like econ Around the hood corners...around ya school campus Ya hate splurge I'm flip da bird on ya like eamon Uh chilling like the vodka on the rocks See we sling stones when outsiders on our block Turn pimps into chimps and players into mascots We have lot blacks with greens like the X box Locksmithing thru the death locks Ya be there forever till ya layin in da death box The curtain unveils yesir we heard applause City of the emerald not the wizard of oz I'm the emporer of the emerald emcees looking edible Throw in the raw beef and the entrée is available Outlaws of the game represent new types of criminal My figure of speech will sure to dissect the general Lyrical kleptomaniac nerdy as the brainiac Ya owe till ya broke drug money ya better pay me back. Carpool till ya drove.....ma stat quo about to blow harder than a chick givin orals yo I'm on a roll...does dat mean I'm on the honor roll Money is the screwdriver fix me like u know we broke Spit hot fire like a liars pair of pants and Ma lyrics is the death sentence u must die romeo My demeanor fresh ta death it is see I'm doing big things cuz I'm rolling with G major Opt to be da greatest but never the trailblazers Ma words gives the aura of horror cuz its way above they head like halos on top of Christian martyr outta kill ya for snitching u a rat like master splinter I push snow like in winters.....its not da same snow from the H20 But I'll be gone till November I'll Rather be a rich nerd dan be a po gangster So... I'll be a G major forever Gifted with the verses deliver rhymes so clever Sick a lil sneeze from the pepper Those who heard da gospel guaranteed to show grimace Cuz they just don't seem to comprende with the emperor the connoser the crème de la crème (Less) Channel: youtube
10,
03:01,
2008-04-21 16:26:19
Description: Rap Master Maurice goes political with this high-powered controversial BATTLE RAP. Maurice is so happy to live in a country that allows him to make such a rap. Rap is fresh! Don't forget to vote (More) Rap Master Maurice goes political with this high-powered controversial BATTLE RAP. Maurice is so happy to live in a country that allows him to make such a rap. Rap is fresh! Don't forget to vote on November 4th. Voting is dope! Don't do crimes! Stay in school! Obama 08! OK! This rap is controversial and outta sight! If you love Maurice, you love America. If you DO NOT like Maurice, you DO NOT like America. Do the math, Bobby Fischer! Check out my website for $7 battle raps to your enemies: http://www.derekerdman.com/ilovemilkshakes/january2008/besides_i_love_you/rmm/rap_master_maurice.htm WELL MY NAME'S MAURICE I DON'T MEAN TO GLOAT IF YOU'RE UNSURE I'LL TELL YOU HOW TO VOTE CAUSE IT'S ELECTION YEAR YOU GOTTA MAKE A CHOICE THE U.S. CONSTITUTION GAVE YOU A VOICE SO EXERCISE YOUR RIGHT & PICK A CANDIDATE BLACK OR WHITE, MAN OR WOMAN DON'T DISCRIMINATE VOTING IS A WONDERFUL THING TO DO IF SOMEONE WON'T LET YOU VOTE TELL THE A.C.L.U. NOW THESE CANDIDATES WILL PROMISE YOU THE MOON SO PICK THE ONE THAT YOU LIKE AND DO IT SOON DON'T LET YOUR VOTE GO DOWN THE DRAIN IF YOU VOTE MCCAIN YOU GOTTA BE INSANE INSANE VOTE FOR MCCAIN (THE INSANE FOR MCCAIN) THE INSANE VOTE FOR MCCAIN (THE INSANE FOR MCCAIN) THE INSANE VOTE FOR MCCAIN (GOIN' MCCAIN, GOT NO BRAIN) THE INSANE VOTE FOR MCCAIN (THE INSANE FOR MCCAIN) NOW THIS JOHN MCCAIN SEE HE'S A LUNATIC HIS DOME IS LIKE A MILKSHAKE YOU SEE HIS HEAD IS THICK HE WANTS TO KEEP THE USA IN IRAQ THAT'S ABOUT AS HEALTHY AS A DOUBLE BIG MAC I'D RATHER CAST MY VOTE FOR MAYOR MCCHEESE AT LEAST HE DOESN'T HATE THE VIETNAMESE MCCAIN'S GOT A TEMPER LIKE A NUCLEAR BOMB AND HE KILLED A LOT OF PEOPLE BACK IN VIETNAM WE DON'T WANT A GRUMPY MURDERER RUNNIN' THE SHOW SO SERVE UP YOUR VOTE LIKE JOHN MCENROE HE'S LOSING HIS HAIR HE NEEDS ROGAIN YOU GOTTA BE INSANE TO VOTE JOHN MCCAIN THE INSANE VOTE FOR MCCAIN (THE INSANE FOR MCCAIN) THE INSANE VOTE FOR MCCAIN (LIKE SADDAM HUSSEIN) THE INSANE VOTE FOR MCCAIN (GOIN' MCCAIN, GOT NO BRAIN) THE INSANE VOTE FOR MCCAIN (THE INSANE FOR MCCAIN) (BOMB, BOMB, BOMB, BOMB, BOMB IRAN) REMEMBER KEATING? HE TOOK THE GREEN HE'S AS OLD AS THE ABACUS ADDING MACHINE HE MUST HAVE SOME SERIOUS P.T.S.D. IF HE THINKS HE CAN RUN THIS COUNTRY THE REPUBLICAN PARTY IS A GOON SQUAD THE ECONOMY'S AS STABLE AS MARY TODD THE RICH ARE GETTING RICHER THE POOR SHOULD BE MAD IF SOMEONE HAD THE GUTS THAT LEON CZOLGOSZ HAD THEN WE WOULDN'T EVEN BE IN THIS MESS, YOU SHOULD JUST VOTE FOR BARACK OBAMA! PEACE! (Less) Channel: youtube
66,
04:21,
2008-04-03 05:02:42
Description: new dance called "johnny bravo" by T.I.B outta Galveston, TX
Channel: youtube
11,
03:57,
2007-02-01 16:43:19
Description: Is That you(P.Y.T) by Bow Wow
P.S( I REMOVE CHAIN LETTERS!)
lyrics:
Im Looking for that
pretty young thang
up in the spot, looking hot playin` no games
And she steady tryina get it crunk (More) Is That you(P.Y.T) by Bow Wow
P.S( I REMOVE CHAIN LETTERS!)
lyrics:
Im Looking for that
pretty young thang
up in the spot, looking hot playin` no games
And she steady tryina get it crunk right from the jump
and she playin` no games.
that you Shawty? (yea thats me)
Did you come here to party? (Yes indeed)
Ha But could you drop it down low
when its time to get low
if so baby girl lets go.
(Come and get it boy)
They say i act old, but i got that old man game
Cause i stay tryina find me a pretty young thang
that i call anytime if she ready to hang
and if sun'it jump off she be ready to bang
I like `em fresh outta high school just about to graduate short shirts ed`day tryina show they little shape
low cut jump jeans lugz on hea feet
neighborhood girl but she love the streets
In a party she da main one doin dat right thurr
Ev'time hea jam drop hands up in the airr.
And she aint thinkin you, she aint thinkin bout hea hurr
And if you ballin homie she dont even really curr
She got her mind set on what she wanna do
And she aint come alone she got her whole little crew.
Her P.Y.T's that'll make ya head spin
Ery nigga in the club tryina get in
Im Looking for that
pretty young thang
up in the spot, looking hot playin` no games
And she steady tryina get it crunk right from the jump
and she playin` no games.
that you Shawty? (yea thats me)
Did you come here to party? (Yes indeed)
Ha But could you drop it down low
when its time to get low
if so baby girl lets go.
(Come and get it boy)
They got a whole lot of attitude
rap is all that they listen to
stays in the sweet tryina find somthin new
custom ipods with the rhinestones
nextel camara phones with all the hot ringtones.
Light skin til black little PYT's
boricua mami's that like to eat Mickey D's
always into sumthin like NWA gota little bittie frame but home she dont play
You know a gyrl is the reason that a nigga wanna stunt
And im weak for em homie i aint even gon front
See most young nigga's like em older not me spot they spot me like in the summer i run up hit them with
that Moss A game like "Baby wuz ya phone numba? Were ya live at? Shawdy what part of town? Cuz i just
wanna be down!"
Im Looking for that
pretty young thang
up in the spot, looking hot playin` no games
And she steady tryina get it crunk right from the jump
and she playin` no games.
that you Shawty? (yea thats me)
Did you come here to party? (Yes indeed)
Ha But could you drop it down low
when its time to get low
if so baby girl lets go.
(Come and get it boy)
Pretty Young Thang repeat after me
say Nah nanana "Nah nanana"
Nah nanana "Nah nanana"
say pretty young thangs repeat after me
Nah nanana "Nah nanana"
Nah nanana "Nah nanana"
[X2]
Im Looking for that
pretty young thang
up in the spot, looking hot playin` no games
And she steady tryina get it crunk right from the jump
and she playin` no games.
that you Shawty? (yea thats me)
Did you come here to party? (Yes indeed)
Ha But could you drop it down low
when its time to get low
if so baby girl lets go.
(Come and get it boy) (Less) Channel: youtube
9,
00:11,
2008-04-18 16:38:28
Description: We all graduate in unison as we turn our tasels and throw our caps Congrats Class Of 2006!!!! <br />Fresh Outta Mid-Town
Channel: myspace
8,
04:21,
2008-03-05 00:38:29
Description: new dance called "johnny bravo" by T.I.B outta Galveston, TX
Channel: youtube
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