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Well I got my first truck, when I was three, Drove a hundred thousand miles on my kneesHauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next doorShe tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand, There's just something women like about a PickUp ManWhen I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucksMy first car was a Pickup TruckI was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seenWas Bobbie Jo Gentry the homecoming queenShe flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said"I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hillBut I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVilleI've got an eight foot bed that never has to be madeYou know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgatesI met all my wives in traffic jams,There's just something women like about a Pickup ManMost Friday nights, I can be foundIn the bed of my truck on an old chaise loungeBacked into my spot at the drive-in showYou know a cargo light gives off a romantic glowI never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand,'Cause there's just something women like about a pickup ManYou can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hillBut I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVilleI've got an eight foot bed that never has to be madeYou know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgatesI met all my wives in traffic jams,There's just something women like about a Pickup ManA bucket of rust, or a brand new machineOnce around the block and you'll know what I meanYou can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hillAnd I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVilleI've got an eight foot bed that never has to be madeYou know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgatesI met all my wives in traffic jams,There's just something women like about a Pickup ManYeah, there's something women like about a Pickup Man.
Author: crazyskilover
Keywords: diffie joe man OneTrueMedia pick up
Added: August 28, 2008
Brad McNett singing "Oh! Look at Me Now" with Steve Talaga and his quartet Mind's Eye at the "Taste and Sounds of Holly Festival" in Holly, MI. on August 2, 2008.Vocals - Brad McNettPiano - Steve TalagaBass - Tom LockwoodDrums - John HillSax - Rob Smith
Author: bradleymcnett
Keywords: Jazz Swing Frank Sinatra Bobby Darin Joe Bushkin John DeVries Brad McNett Steve Talaga Tom Lockwood Hill Rob Smith Mind's Eye
Added: August 21, 2008
Name Fed Age Birth Place Ashley Massaro WWE 29 Babylon, New York Batista WWE 39 Arlington County, Virginia Big Show -- 36 Aiken, South Carolina Bobby Lashley WWE 32 Junction City, Kansas Booker T TNA 43 Houston, Texas Bret Hart -- 51 Calgary, Alberta, Canada Candice Michelle WWE 29 Milwaukee, Wisconsin Carlito WWE 29 Santurce, San Juan, Puerto Rico Chris Benoit * -- 40 Montreal, Quebec, Canada Chris Jericho WWE 37 Manhasset, New York Christian Cage TNA 34 Kitchener, Ontario, Canada Christy Hemme TNA 27 Poway, California CM Punk WWE 29 Chicago, Illinois Eddie Guerrero * -- 38 El Paso, Texas Edge WWE 34 Orangeville, Ontario Eric Bischoff -- 53 Detroit, Michigan Goldberg -- 41 Tulsa, Oklahoma Great Khali WWE 35 Dhirana, Himachal Pradesh, India Hulk Hogan -- 54 Augusta, Georgia Jackie Gayda -- 26 Strongsville, Ohio Jeff Hardy WWE 30 Cameron, North Carolina Jeff Jarrett TNA 41 Nashville, Tennessee Jerry Lawler WWE 58 Memphis, Tennessee John Cena WWE 31 West Newbury, Massachusetts Kane WWE 41 Madrid, Spain Kurt Angle TNA 39 Mt. Lebanon, Pennsylvania Lita -- 33 Fort Lauderdale, Florida Maria WWE 26 Ottawa, Illinois Mark Henry WWE 37 Silsbee, Texas Matt Hardy WWE 33 Cameron, North Carolina Melina WWE 29 Los Angeles, California Mick Foley WWE 43 Bloomington, Indiana Mr. Kennedy WWE 32 Minneapolis, Minnesota MVP WWE 34 Liberty City, Florida Randy Orton WWE 28 Knoxville, Tennessee Rey Mysterio WWE 33 San Diego, California Ric Flair WWE 59 Minneapolis, Minnesota Rob Van Dam -- 37 Battle Creek, Michigan Samoa Joe TNA 30 Orange County, California Shawn Michaels WWE 43 Chandler, Arizona Stacy Keibler -- 28 Baltimore, Maryland Stephanie McMahon WWE 31 Hartford, Connecticut Steve Austin WWE 43 Austin, Texas Sting TNA 49 Omaha, Nebraska The Rock -- 36 Hayward, California Torrie Wilson WWE 33 Boise, Idaho Triple H WWE 39 Nashua, New Hampshire Trish Stratus -- 32 Richmond Hill, Ontario Umaga WWE 35 Samoa Undertaker WWE 43 Houston, Texas Vince McMahon WWE 62 Pinehurst, North Carolina
Author: yoursourceforwweinfo
Keywords: Name Fed Age Birth Place
Added: August 20, 2008
A classic underground throwback from Jersey City's finest, Joe Budden. Song is called NBA, released in 2003. Used the NBA on NBC instrumental with kicks and snares. Classic shit. Please rate, comment, and favorite. Lyrics from www.lyricstime.comJump off you rap guys is a jokeI'm here to take the scoring title without the green light from my coachMan, don't make me have to smack your lineupI'm Michael Jordan y'all Harold Minor's that rap vaginaAll black ski mask, gloves, tuck the thingDrive slow, lights out like "I love this game"I live this y'all paint that picAnd like Magic I'm starting to believe y'all dudes ain't that sickMight see ya boy scooping up a bird to get knowledgeNumber one draft pick and I skipped collegeSnakes in the trenches I peep those, get injuredEnd up like Grant Hill on the bench in your street clothesTalk about he real, how he quick with a glockBut like Kurt Thomas he ain't good for shit on the blockSee the gleam from the shoesMan, I don't mean to seem rudeGunshots do you like Vancouver make your team move(Let's Go!)[Chorus:]It's gone be the NBA never NBC (Yeah)Rookie of the year slash MVP (Rap suckas, we back)Never channel 4We handle the 4It's the number one draft pick (Yours truly)Let your gat spit, nigga[Repeat]Can't treat me like a suckaGather up your five, man meet me at the RuckerPut the heat to you fuckersHalf Man-Half Amazing with a clip in my bootMy 4-5 will make you "Skip To My Lou", think about itUnderstand when I was younger I was all on my ownSo when I said 3-2 I wasn't calling a zoneNice truck, nice house and chainI car jacked you like Shaq shooting a three man get outta your RangeThis is regular hood shitI put Don Cheaney under the arm and show him how to make a good nickIf you wack, you need to probably writeEither that or quit it, throw in the chair like you Bobby KnightI work damn hardBut don't think I can't robCan't pitch, I still handle the rock like ShammgodStill hurt you cowardsStill see me merking them ProwlersAnd know they still call me Dirk in DallasI'm that nigga[Chorus]Man I kill lame queersIt still ain't clearNever saving the tech like Bill LaimbeerI got tools for rillyWith shells that make your temple hot and I ain't talking 'bout a school in PhillyI ain't a selfish playerMan, I help your weight upCuz only Riders in this game now is myself and IsaiahListen, you gettin dissedWhile I'm screwing these miss'sI'm on cruise control you still moving your pivotBut I'll show you how mean this crook beYou and your dogs' like the Houston Comets, a team fulla pussy'sCreepIt ain't a game no more, it's a sportIf you ain't got heart to play then stay off the court[Chorus]Game over!
Author: cibida1
Keywords: NBA NBC JOE BUDDEN NBDL KOBE LEBRON ISIAH ISAIAH KNICKS BOBBY KNIGHT SHAMMGOD HIP HOP RAP EMCEE MC REDMAN JERSEY NEW
Added: August 20, 2008
A classic underground throwback from Jersey City's finest, Joe Budden. Song is called NBA, released in 2003. Used the NBA on NBC instrumental with kicks and snares. Classic shit. Please rate, comment, and favorite. Lyrics from www.lyricstime.comJump off you rap guys is a jokeI'm here to take the scoring title without the green light from my coachMan, don't make me have to smack your lineupI'm Michael Jordan y'all Harold Minor's that rap vaginaAll black ski mask, gloves, tuck the thingDrive slow, lights out like "I love this game"I live this y'all paint that picAnd like Magic I'm starting to believe y'all dudes ain't that sickMight see ya boy scooping up a bird to get knowledgeNumber one draft pick and I skipped collegeSnakes in the trenches I peep those, get injuredEnd up like Grant Hill on the bench in your street clothesTalk about he real, how he quick with a glockBut like Kurt Thomas he ain't good for shit on the blockSee the gleam from the shoesMan, I don't mean to seem rudeGunshots do you like Vancouver make your team move(Let's Go!)[Chorus:]It's gone be the NBA never NBC (Yeah)Rookie of the year slash MVP (Rap suckas, we back)Never channel 4We handle the 4It's the number one draft pick (Yours truly)Let your gat spit, nigga[Repeat]Can't treat me like a suckaGather up your five, man meet me at the RuckerPut the heat to you fuckersHalf Man-Half Amazing with a clip in my bootMy 4-5 will make you "Skip To My Lou", think about itUnderstand when I was younger I was all on my ownSo when I said 3-2 I wasn't calling a zoneNice truck, nice house and chainI car jacked you like Shaq shooting a three man get outta your RangeThis is regular hood shitI put Don Cheaney under the arm and show him how to make a good nickIf you wack, you need to probably writeEither that or quit it, throw in the chair like you Bobby KnightI work damn hardBut don't think I can't robCan't pitch, I still handle the rock like ShammgodStill hurt you cowardsStill see me merking them ProwlersAnd know they still call me Dirk in DallasI'm that nigga[Chorus]Man I kill lame queersIt still ain't clearNever saving the tech like Bill LaimbeerI got tools for rillyWith shells that make your temple hot and I ain't talking 'bout a school in PhillyI ain't a selfish playerMan, I help your weight upCuz only Riders in this game now is myself and IsaiahListen, you gettin dissedWhile I'm screwing these miss'sI'm on cruise control you still moving your pivotBut I'll show you how mean this crook beYou and your dogs' like the Houston Comets, a team fulla pussy'sCreepIt ain't a game no more, it's a sportIf you ain't got heart to play then stay off the court[Chorus]Game over!
Author: cibida1
Keywords: NBA NBC JOE BUDDEN NBDL KOBE LEBRON ISIAH ISAIAH KNICKS BOBBY KNIGHT SHAMMGOD HIP HOP RAP EMCEE MC REDMAN JERSEY NEW
Added: August 20, 2008
A classic underground throwback from Jersey City's finest, Joe Budden. Song is called NBA, released in 2003. Used the NBA on NBC instrumental with kicks and snares. Classic shit. Please rate, comment, and favorite. Lyrics from www.lyricstime.comJump off you rap guys is a jokeI'm here to take the scoring title without the green light from my coachMan, don't make me have to smack your lineupI'm Michael Jordan y'all Harold Minor's that rap vaginaAll black ski mask, gloves, tuck the thingDrive slow, lights out like "I love this game"I live this y'all paint that picAnd like Magic I'm starting to believe y'all dudes ain't that sickMight see ya boy scooping up a bird to get knowledgeNumber one draft pick and I skipped collegeSnakes in the trenches I peep those, get injuredEnd up like Grant Hill on the bench in your street clothesTalk about he real, how he quick with a glockBut like Kurt Thomas he ain't good for shit on the blockSee the gleam from the shoesMan, I don't mean to seem rudeGunshots do you like Vancouver make your team move(Let's Go!)[Chorus:]It's gone be the NBA never NBC (Yeah)Rookie of the year slash MVP (Rap suckas, we back)Never channel 4We handle the 4It's the number one draft pick (Yours truly)Let your gat spit, nigga[Repeat]Can't treat me like a suckaGather up your five, man meet me at the RuckerPut the heat to you fuckersHalf Man-Half Amazing with a clip in my bootMy 4-5 will make you "Skip To My Lou", think about itUnderstand when I was younger I was all on my ownSo when I said 3-2 I wasn't calling a zoneNice truck, nice house and chainI car jacked you like Shaq shooting a three man get outta your RangeThis is regular hood shitI put Don Cheaney under the arm and show him how to make a good nickIf you wack, you need to probably writeEither that or quit it, throw in the chair like you Bobby KnightI work damn hardBut don't think I can't robCan't pitch, I still handle the rock like ShammgodStill hurt you cowardsStill see me merking them ProwlersAnd know they still call me Dirk in DallasI'm that nigga[Chorus]Man I kill lame queersIt still ain't clearNever saving the tech like Bill LaimbeerI got tools for rillyWith shells that make your temple hot and I ain't talking 'bout a school in PhillyI ain't a selfish playerMan, I help your weight upCuz only Riders in this game now is myself and IsaiahListen, you gettin dissedWhile I'm screwing these miss'sI'm on cruise control you still moving your pivotBut I'll show you how mean this crook beYou and your dogs' like the Houston Comets, a team fulla pussy'sCreepIt ain't a game no more, it's a sportIf you ain't got heart to play then stay off the court[Chorus]Game over!
Author: cibida1
Keywords: NBA NBC JOE BUDDEN NBDL KOBE LEBRON ISIAH ISAIAH KNICKS BOBBY KNIGHT SHAMMGOD HIP HOP RAP EMCEE MC REDMAN JERSEY NEW
Added: August 20, 2008
A classic underground throwback from Jersey City's finest, Joe Budden. Song is called NBA, released in 2003. Used the NBA on NBC instrumental with kicks and snares. Classic shit. Please rate, comment, and favorite. Lyrics from www.lyricstime.comJump off you rap guys is a jokeI'm here to take the scoring title without the green light from my coachMan, don't make me have to smack your lineupI'm Michael Jordan y'all Harold Minor's that rap vaginaAll black ski mask, gloves, tuck the thingDrive slow, lights out like "I love this game"I live this y'all paint that picAnd like Magic I'm starting to believe y'all dudes ain't that sickMight see ya boy scooping up a bird to get knowledgeNumber one draft pick and I skipped collegeSnakes in the trenches I peep those, get injuredEnd up like Grant Hill on the bench in your street clothesTalk about he real, how he quick with a glockBut like Kurt Thomas he ain't good for shit on the blockSee the gleam from the shoesMan, I don't mean to seem rudeGunshots do you like Vancouver make your team move(Let's Go!)[Chorus:]It's gone be the NBA never NBC (Yeah)Rookie of the year slash MVP (Rap suckas, we back)Never channel 4We handle the 4It's the number one draft pick (Yours truly)Let your gat spit, nigga[Repeat]Can't treat me like a suckaGather up your five, man meet me at the RuckerPut the heat to you fuckersHalf Man-Half Amazing with a clip in my bootMy 4-5 will make you "Skip To My Lou", think about itUnderstand when I was younger I was all on my ownSo when I said 3-2 I wasn't calling a zoneNice truck, nice house and chainI car jacked you like Shaq shooting a three man get outta your RangeThis is regular hood shitI put Don Cheaney under the arm and show him how to make a good nickIf you wack, you need to probably writeEither that or quit it, throw in the chair like you Bobby KnightI work damn hardBut don't think I can't robCan't pitch, I still handle the rock like ShammgodStill hurt you cowardsStill see me merking them ProwlersAnd know they still call me Dirk in DallasI'm that nigga[Chorus]Man I kill lame queersIt still ain't clearNever saving the tech like Bill LaimbeerI got tools for rillyWith shells that make your temple hot and I ain't talking 'bout a school in PhillyI ain't a selfish playerMan, I help your weight upCuz only Riders in this game now is myself and IsaiahListen, you gettin dissedWhile I'm screwing these miss'sI'm on cruise control you still moving your pivotBut I'll show you how mean this crook beYou and your dogs' like the Houston Comets, a team fulla pussy'sCreepIt ain't a game no more, it's a sportIf you ain't got heart to play then stay off the court[Chorus]Game over!
Author: cibida1
Keywords: NBA NBC JOE BUDDEN NBDL KOBE LEBRON ISIAH ISAIAH KNICKS BOBBY KNIGHT SHAMMGOD HIP HOP RAP EMCEE MC REDMAN JERSEY NEW
Added: August 20, 2008
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