ramos

where have all the flowers gone

where have all the flowers gone

where have all the flowers gone

where have all the flowers gone

where have all the flowers gone I was bored skip to 10795

Talked to Dave last night , it's on like donkey kong for Sunday .

ramos is tired

two words baaddddd asssssss . just wish they were cheaper More info please! I'd really like some reviews of the L8s as they will play up more than high enough to mate with the Neo8s. Haven't got play with the 8's yet . The l6 is a freaking unbelievable midbass monster ( which it should be for the price ) and does it while remaining crystal clear .

I need to build me something for the garage , god knows I got enough driver laying around

I like it , different is good .

two words baaddddd asssssss . just wish they were cheaper

Happy little trees ...... in the pretty little forest ....

My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin' Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin' Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin' One hubcap 'cause three got stolen Bumper shook loose, chrome keeps scrapin' Mis-matched tires, and my white walls flakin' Hit mickey-d's, Maharaji starts to bug He ate a quarter-pounder, threw the pickles on my rug Runnin', movin' tabs expired Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired Hit my brakes, out slid skittles Tinted back window with a bubble in the middle Who's car is it? Posse won't say We all play it off when you look our way Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the block Gotta roll this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop My hooptie - my hooptie Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck Big dice on the mirror, grill like a truck Lifters tickin', accelerator's stickin' Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps clickin' Picked up the girlies, now we're eight deep Cars barely movin', but now we got heat Made a left turn as I watched in fright My ex-girlfriend shot out my headlight She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her toes Mashed my pedal, boom, down she goes Law ain't lyin', long hairs flyin' We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin' Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous The cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve us Hit a side street and what did we find? Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign Put the deuce in reverse, and started to curse Another sucker on the south side about to get hurt Homey got scared, so I got on Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still strong Posse moved north, headin for the CD Ridin' real fast so the cops don't see me Mis-matched tires got my boys uptight Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the right Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded This is what I sport when you call me big-headed I pot-hole crusher, red light rusher Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers In a hooptie It's a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper Snatch your girly, if you don't I'll romp 'er Dinosaur rush, lookin' like Shaft Some get bold, but some get smashed Cops say the car smokes, but I won't listen It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissions Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get burned (Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a u-turn Spotted this freak with immense posterior Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop area Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that racket Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them packets I ain't wit' ****, so I smooth eject Hit I-5 with the dope cassette Playin' that tough crew hardcore dope The tape deck broke Damn what's next, brothers in Goretex Tryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sex Found a little club called the N-C-O Military, competition. You know. I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop much game Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much fame "How ya doin' baby, my name is Mixalot" "Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit smokin' that rock" Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no thing Runnin' that game with the home made slang Baby got ished, Bremelo gip. Keep laughin' at the car and you might get clipped By a hooptie Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic Far left lane, throwin' up much static Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot "Whatcha want me to do Mix?" Push freak, push Sputter, sputter rollin' over gutters Cars dip low with hard core brothers Tank on E, pulled into Arco Cops on tip for Columbian cargo We fit a stereotype, that's what he said Big long car, four big black heads Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators 'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like Noriega Cop took my wallet, looked at my license His partner said "Damn, they all look like Tyson" Yes, I'm legit, so they gotta let me go This bucket ain't rollin' in snow It's my hooptie

Rap music used to be comical now it's all about killing raping , or who has the most money

Now I'm your big mal dropper, mud duck stopper Fila on the bottom and Adidas on the topper Transform scratchin', big beat matchin' I can tell you're getting jealous by the looks I'm catchin' I hate dumb skeezers, MC beaters Drop 5 grand on my bird white needer? (i have no idea, but i think it's watt meter) Smooth like ice, don't get nice Just turn up the box for the Mix-A-Lot slice (huh huh) Y'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!) Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go SIFT the flour roll the dough Clap your hands and stomp your feet Move your butt to the funky beat (huh huh) Buttermilk biscuits (x 3) (Lord have mercy Mix-A-Lot's our here rappin' about biscuits now) We're from L.A. to the Carolinas Dip them suckers in Aunt Jemima Don't make a difference what food you make Use buttermilk biscuits to clean your plate You eat 'em in the morn', you eat 'em at night Kentucky Fried Chicken makes the suckers just right I am eat 'em with jelly it's my favorite deally Wrapped and sealed by a freak named Shelley (huh huh) Buttermilk biscuits (x 3) One day I kissed my freak, hit the street Looking for something to eat In a 18-wheeler, lookin' real swass All the girls smile 'cause I'm the big boss Said I gotta eat now, can't eat later Made a lot of noise to attract my waiter The boy walked up, and what did he say? ";Say, buttermilk biscuits free today!"; So what you waitin' on boy, get up shake a leg Gimme 10 of them suckers with grits and eggs A glass of Koolaid and a whole stick of butter Them biscuits make me a superfast cutter (huh huh) Now grab that can and wrap it in your hand Bang that sucker till THE DOUGH EXPANDS PUT them suckers up in your oven Grab your girlie and get a little lovin' Add a BIT of honey if you want to get funny Microwave the suckers if you want your honey runny GONNA get naughty at the Mix-A-Lot party And rub them suckers all over your body (huh huh)

I don't know about all that

They spent way to much time under the government wing , now they think like the government .....bassackwards

I hate dealing with the post office

I can see if you require them for all us territories , but they don't . THey require them for only packages over 1lb going to guam ????? wtf is that all about

I'm still here . Just trying to figure out why usps started requiring custom forms for packages going to us territories all of a sudden

woo hoo he finally answered , it's on for sunday . Grubbing and building a box if Matt wants to .

Got swedish meatballs that he requested also . Gonna eat all the chit myself if he doesn't answer his phone

Morning , waiting to here from Dave on Sundays plan . Got some shrimp , trying to figure out if I'm gonna eat them or share

I remember that look

where's your sense of adventure