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Maggie Cheung waits to age before return to films - Washington Post

You ... she is going to come back for a feature role. She's not ready to say when that might be. "I never even said the word retire. I am not saying stop forever. I just need to take a break for another stage in my ...

Katy Perry aims to show more dimensions with ‘Dream’ - Boston Herald

this was the ever effervescent girl who rose to fame two ... I need a soundtrack for all the rest of my emotions, and that’s what I really wanted to provide with this," she says. "If you had all that ’Last Friday ...

Perry aims to show more dimensions with 'Dream' - San Francisco Gate

this was the ever effervescent girl who rose to fame two ... I need a soundtrack for all the rest of my emotions, and that's what I really wanted to provide with this," she says. "If you had all that 'Last Friday ...

Life in lyrics of alt-country's Cook - Cincinnati.com

We're going into places that ... Your Mind)," Cook poses the conundrum of "When you say yes to beer, you say no to booty." It's the age-old question: Will the boy trade his brews for his girl? "I'm grateful to have ...

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... that contains plenty of local heroes -- Pop & Hiss breaks down the must-see-acts and those you may ... sometimes-hokey lyrics will find plenty to love. Yes, a line like "there's no candy sweeter than my baby ...

Rapper Nicki Minaj: I'll show you more - CNN

New York City-raised artist has written lyrics about having an alcoholic father who once tried to burn ... I was thinking in my head I was going to be a famous actress," Minaj says. "When I got out of high school,

Singers get to live out their fantasies at Oddfellows Rest's weekly karaoke night in Hoboken - NJ.com

... stared at a computer screen highlighting the lyrics ... karaoke you might find me,” Daniels said after her first performance at Oddfellows. “I love to sing. I’m not a celebrity, so I get to live out my ...

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Resolved Question: POLL: Do these dreams have meaning?Help i really need you to tell me what you think!!? plz answer10 points?

ever since I have been falling asleep Drive by Blind melon I start having these dreams that have meaning i had this dream( i wasn't even thinking about my friend or my old school before i went to sleep) before I went to sleep I had my ipod on repeat and I had the song drive by blind melon. The dream was we were in the schools library and me and my friend shared a birthday cake( I was born 5 days before him) and these girls were making fun of me( and it was the chicks that Originally made fun of me at my old school( i went last year when school starts ill be at an new school) anyways in the dream she was making fun of me like say ugly comments and I said some back and then she keeps running her big mouth and i started slapping her and she was on the ground in pain so I walked away. and stood next to one of my guy friends) who I have been friends with since kindergarten we are in the 7th-8th grade year now) and He said to me "I saw you slap her, next time try being sarcastic with her and walk away. and i patted him on the back and I told him what a great friend he was. and i gave him my phone number and he said that we can't talk for long. I only got the first part of my dream figured out the cake thing represented that our birthdays were close to one another. I think the song triggers something in my dreams to make them have meaning here are the lyrics to see if the lyrics had something to do with my dream.( and the names that are in the song is not my guy friends name) and my guy friend is not going to my new school with me. His feet are dirty And his face, his face is long And while he's peeking out Through his hair he hides the pain Till that Lennon song comes along He'll turn it off and say can you drive? Jimmy, we need to borrow this for a minute Cause we need to escape Now there's so many things that He's gonna do In 5 lifetimes, hell, I couldn't do 'em all Yeah and while he's rolling his own smokes He says to me he's buying a new ride today A classic deal the boss will give He said the same thing two weeks ago You've seen that sweaty jet rag Feeling come over him, and I've Seen that boy nod into a dream a time or two And on his way out his glazed stare Will make you stop and wonder Hey William is that the last time I'm gonna look at you? But the next day phone will ring And it will be him Can you drive? Jimmy, what would you say what would you do Oh should I pray? Or do you think that this blind mind would listen to me, anyway more

Resolved Question: Do I Have Some Sort Of Mental Disorder?

Hi. Just ahead of time, I want to say that I am a normal person, and I don't have any disorders, but I was wondering if this is normal, or not...: Before I go to bed, I always listen to music. I have different playlists on my iPod Touch such as, "Hockey (fun)", "Hockey (celebration)" "Hockey (regular)" etc. I guess I have a pretty wild imagination because, I always pretend (think, imagine, dream) that I am playing hockey (like shinny, for fun) in front of the hockey team (which is a WHL team from my town) and they are watching from their bench. I am playing on a team, vs another team of regular players (not pro, or amateur) and the crowd is there, just watching, and I guess you can say we are "showing off" to the players that are on the bench. I use my iPod to play songs that they play at the arena, and whatever song is playing on my iPod, that is the song that would be playing at the arena at the time I am "playing" infront of the players. Since I am a girl, I obviously think some of the players are cute and hot. So say during a part of the song (with sexual, cute lyrics) is on, I have the puck and I am skating by the bench/skating by myself so I get attention from everyone. Example: Cold Hard Bitch by Jet is playing, during the chorus, I will think I am on defense (like usual) and the puck got sent down the ice, and it is by the home team's bench. I go back to get the puck and the song is playing, the players (obviously) are looking at me (because I am right by their bench) and that is when the sexual part of the song comes on. Sorry if this doesn't make any sense, it is hard to translate it into text from the imagination. There is more to it but it is soooo hard to put into text!! Please help! and tell me if you know anyone like this! Thanks! :) B. xoxoI also play hockey. I love it.Sometimes I go even beyond that. Like, sometimes I imagine I am "so great" that I even get to play with the WHL team. And I am (obviously) the only girl in the league. Like the "Hockey (regular)" playlist is for when I pretend I play with the team and the songs in that playlist are the warm-up/pre-game songs that come on. The celebration playlist is for when we win the Memorial Cup. Oh man...... more

Resolved Question: Do you understand my lyrics?

This song is similar to "Cold Hard B*tch" by JET. "Fire the Lead" Fire the lead Right into my head If you wanna take me down It happens too fast When you kick my *ss But you ain’t gonna mess me around I need something to distract My mind, before I make another decision that’ll make everything chain-react! I won’t love no cold hard b*tch I’ll be dead in a ditch Oh my, oh my I’m ringin’ the bell Comin’ out of my shell I know I’m gonna die It’s a matter of fact You don’t like how I act You wanna push me off of the ledge It’s a wild ride For my wild side I love livin’ life on the edge [Guitar solo] Fire the lead Right into my head If you wanna take me down It happens too fast When you kick my *ss But you ain’t gonna mess me around I feel alive Going up Sunset Drive This is my kind of town My kind of town! [Guitar solo] West Hollywood Is where I can feel good ‘Cause I’m a walking, talking, rocking, shocking sin So, come on girl, get into my car It’s not too far Come on, and let the fun begin Get no love from your dad It’s all I have had Now, let’s get bad Fire the lead Right into my head If you wanna take me down It happens too fast When you kick my *ss But you ain’t gonna mess me around I need something to distract My mind, before I make another decision that’ll make everything chain-react!Maybe you might've missed it, but I was wondering if you knew what the message of this song is? And for the record, I'm not ripping off of "Cold Hard B*tch." It's really only faintly similar to the chorus, and the line where I say cold hard b*tch isn't stealing from them either. They didn't invent that phrase. more

Resolved Question: What do you think the lyrics of this song mean?

Something you should know about One Call Away Lyrics Title: Chingy - One Call Away lyrics Artist: Chingy Lyrics Visitors: 82391 visitors have hited One Call Away Lyrics since May 27, 2008. Send "One Call Away" Ringtone to Mobile [J/Weav] Ooh, yea yea DTP, how we do Call you and you can call me Whatever you wanna do baby [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you was my baby) I'm only one call away [Chingy] It was weird how we met, huh She was wit her mom in Bank America I'm wit my son cashin the check So I asked outta respect (uh) Would she like to explore the world or buy We can fly in my jet Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?" I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets We started off casual; walks through the park Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart) Of course she might think I'm in a rush To touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk Conversate about political subjects whatever's thought So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya" Then I said. . . [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you was my baby) I'm only one call away [Chingy] The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall Now I'm showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle Game over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheek The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak" But you know how that go, what I got they want What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don't Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you" Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . . [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, call, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you was my baby) I'm always one call away [Chingy] Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOU You're dealin wit a player, TRUE Now whatchu wanna do? We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya Some women like to play it foul (foul) But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child) Don't worry be happy and smile and. . . [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you was my baby) I'm only one call away more

Resolved Question: Can you PLEASE critique my writing?!?

I normally hate it when people post their writing on Yahoo! Answers, mostly because 90% of the time it sucks. But I couldn't resist. It's inspired by my great aunt and uncle. I watched them dance to "You Make Me Feel So Young" at a weddingand I was completely blown away. I almost couldn't watch, it was like the connection between them was so strong and the moment shared between them was so private I felt like I was intruding. In this piece I tried to capture that. You Make Me Feel So Young - She smiled up at his aged and wrinkled face. Stroking it gently with her finger, she admired how he still had the same boyish look in his eyes he did forty years ago, the same excitement, the same twinkle that used to drive her crazy with both frustration and love. How had the time gone so fast? He took her fragile hands in his and kissed them gently. She flushed and a wave of butterflies fluttered through her stomach. How could he still make her feel like a foolish schoolgirl, after all these years? Without averting his gaze, he set the record on the gramaphone, and Sinatra's voice began to echo about the room, his notes striking fond memories of dancing and romance for the old couple. He placed his hands on her waist, and they shifted back and forth to the rhythm of the music. She silently admired how his hands seemed to fit so well on her waist, like she was clay. When she closed her eyes, she felt like she was sixteen and at her first dance. It was a time where at dances, music was provided by a live band, and the lyrics were only about true love - not sex and lust and other petty things. She remembered she had come alone, clad in her good penny loafers, Oxford-style shirt, and poodle-skirt; her mother had bought her nice new blue eye shadow for the occassion, and her bright red lipstick was shocking against her pale skin. She was standing in a corner by the drinks, watching the event, much too shy to work up the courage and ask someone to dance. Nearly all the boys were lined against the decorated walls, either too proud or too scared to dance. The only boy on the dance floor was <him>, and he looked completely in his element. A boyish grin on his face, dancing with a different girl every song, looking victorious and proud. She silently wished he would notice her, too. And he did; he looked up at her mid-dance, and when their eyes met, a smirk spread across his lips like he just recognized someone he hadn't noticed before. He ran a hand over his jet black hair, and began to swagger over to her, leaving the girl he was once dancing with looking scandalized. Automatically she looked over her shoulder to see who was standing behind her, only to see the wooden walls. She whipped back around and he was standing in front of her, a hand outstretched. "Would you care to dance?" he asked politely. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find words. Boys like him didn't dance with girls like her; they just didn't, it wasn't how things worked. Before she could register anything else, he had caught her around the waist and was leading her over to the dance floor, where the band had started a new song, "You Make Me Feel So Young," by Frank Sinatra. For a moment she was angry; who did he think he was, just grabbing a lady like that? But those thoughts were plucked from her mind once she lost herself in the rhythm. They were dancing so enthusiastically that nearby dancers had to move out of the way to avoid getting injured. His bravery inspired other boys to do the same; pretty soon there was not a single person leaning on the walls, and everyone had a dance partner. "And even when I'm old and gray," He sang loudly, making her giggle and passerby stare, "I'll feel the way I do today, cause you - you make me feel so young..." He sang shamelessly and all she could do was laugh. He wasn't nearly as good a singer as he was a dancer, but he didn't seem to mind that one bit. And neither did she. When she opened her eyes again the song was coming to a close, and he was singing along quietly in his raspy voice. "You make me feel so young..." He sang and grinned broadly. She smiled back and shook her head, laughing. Then she leaned up on her tippy toes and pecked him on his withered cheek. "You do too, sweetheart." They left the record to play as they went to sleep. Late that night, they both died peacefully in their sleep, their fingers intwined together, and Frank Sinatra's voice echoing around the room. -- If you were wondering, it was only my great uncle who died. This past New Years Eve. My great aunt was completely devastated. But in here, I tried to give...almost a ...positive outlook on their death. That they died together peacefully. Anywho, please give me some critique. Thanks.Slippers...- I'm sorry? And yet overjoyed that Imade someone cry with my writing. Is thta bad? xD Thank you!Goo Head- Haha, I love that! xD That's going to be my new nickname. It's in honor of my great uncle, who died, but thank you for your feedback.jl, the dance was a flash back. Sorry if it wasn't clear in the writing. But that's why she had a poddle skirt, it took place in the fifties.Taped up scissors - I know the ending isn't realistic. I was just trying to create the feeling of peace, and that silly dream all married couples have of dying together. more

Resolved Question: Wrote a quick little writing piece. Critique?

I normally hate it when people post their writing on Yahoo! Answers, mostly because 90% of the time it sucks. But I couldn't resist. It's inspired by my great aunt and uncle. I watched them dance to "You Make Me Feel So Young" at a weddingand I was completely blown away. I almost couldn't watch, it was like the connection between them was so strong and the moment shared between them was so private I felt like I was intruding. In this piece I tried to capture that. You Make Me Feel So Young - She smiled up at his aged and wrinkled face. Stroking it gently with her finger, she admired how he still had the same boyish look in his eyes he did forty years ago, the same excitement, the same twinkle that used to drive her crazy with both frustration and love. How had the time gone so fast? He took her fragile hands in his and kissed them gently. She flushed and a wave of butterflies fluttered through her stomach. How could he still make her feel like a foolish schoolgirl, after all these years? Without averting his gaze, he set the record on the gramaphone, and Sinatra's voice began to echo about the room, his notes striking fond memories of dancing and romance for the old couple. He placed his hands on her waist, and they shifted back and forth to the rhythm of the music. She silently admired how his hands seemed to fit so well on her waist, like she was clay. When she closed her eyes, she felt like she was sixteen and at her first dance. It was a time where at dances, music was provided by a live band, and the lyrics were only about true love - not sex and lust and other petty things. She remembered she had come alone, clad in her good penny loafers, Oxford-style shirt, and poodle-skirt; her mother had bought her nice new blue eye shadow for the occassion, and her bright red lipstick was shocking against her pale skin. She was standing in a corner by the drinks, watching the event, much too shy to work up the courage and ask someone to dance. Nearly all the boys were lined against the decorated walls, either too proud or too scared to dance. The only boy on the dance floor was <him>, and he looked completely in his element. A boyish grin on his face, dancing with a different girl every song, looking victorious and proud. She silently wished he would notice her, too. And he did; he looked up at her mid-dance, and when their eyes met, a smirk spread across his lips like he just recognized someone he hadn't noticed before. He ran a hand over his jet black hair, and began to swagger over to her, leaving the girl he was once dancing with looking scandalized. Automatically she looked over her shoulder to see who was standing behind her, only to see the wooden walls. She whipped back around and he was standing in front of her, a hand outstretched. "Would you care to dance?" he asked politely. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find words. Boys like him didn't dance with girls like her; they just didn't, it wasn't how things worked. Before she could register anything else, he had caught her around the waist and was leading her over to the dance floor, where the band had started a new song, "You Make Me Feel So Young," by Frank Sinatra. For a moment she was angry; who did he think he was, just grabbing a lady like that? But those thoughts were plucked from her mind once she lost herself in the rhythm. They were dancing so...violently...that nearby dancers had to move out of the way to avoid getting injured. His bravery inspired other boys to do the same; pretty soon there was not a single person leaning on the walls, and everyone had a dance partner. "And even when I'm old and gray," He sang loudly, making her giggle and passerby stare, "I'll feel the way I do today, cause you - you make me feel so young..." He sang shamelessly and all she could do was laugh. He wasn't nearly as good a singer as he was a dancer, but he didn't seem to mind that one bit. And neither did she. When she opened her eyes again the song was coming to a close, and he was singing along quietly in his raspy voice. "You make me feel so young..." He sang and grinned broadly. She smiled back and shook her head, laughing. Then she leaned up on her tippy toes and pecked him on his withered cheek. "You do too, sweetheart." They left the record to play as they went to sleep. Late that night, they both died peacefully in their sleep, their fingers intwined together, and Frank Sinatra's voice echoing around the room. -- If you were wondering, it was only my grat uncle who died. This past New Years Eve. My great aunt was completely devastated. But in here, I tried to give...almost a ...positive outlook on their death. That they died together peacefully. Anywho, please give me some critique. Thanks.To the fourth responder - - Oh, okay, I see. Thank you so much for your critique! I didn't mean violently so much as enthusiastically. Thanks for pointing that out, I appreciate it. more

Resolved Question: Can you name all of these country songs?

Read the lyrics and name the song and artist the one who provides the most info and can finish the song will get best anwser. i bought flowers to your door last night i done you wrong and i want to make it right you say im not welcome here i know it outta be perfectly clear but i can help and wonder what it might be like if i had.......... ridin down the rode in my pick up truck you better be ready cause im picking you up with the full moon shining and a little bit of luck we can get stuck we could get lost baby i dont care i aint worried as long as your there there aint no place id rather be ............. okay well this one dosent have any lyrics but its two banjos playing -hint hint well were coming to your city gonna play our gutiars and play you a country song we'll all be flying higher than a jet liner This is a song About best friends John Roy Was a boy I knew Since he was three And I was two Grew up two little houses Down from me The only two bad apples On our family tree Kind of ripened and rotted In our puberty Two kindred spirits bound by destiny Well now I was smart But I lacked ambition Johnny was wild With no inhibition Was about like mixin Fire and gasoline (And he'd say) Hey Romeo Let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas Drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls A couple of real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash And that old Ford truck A fuzzy cat hangin From the mirror for luck Said don't you know All those little Brown-eyed girls Want............. as the midnight moon was drifting threw the lazy sway of the trees i saw the look in your eyes looking into the night not seeing what you wanted to see darling dont say a word i already herd whats your body saying to mine your tired of a fast moves you got a slow groove on your mind you want a man with a slow hand you want a lover with an easy touch ............ From the hills of Kaycee, Wyoming, Where life's wooly and wild Came a Navy brat, In a cowboy hat And that Copenhagen smile And from buckin' broncs to honky tonks He always sang a cowboy song We were much to young, Having too much fun As we all sang along And we sang Life's a Highway There's only one way you're gonna get through it When she starts to twist, be more like Chris Pull your hat down tight, and just LeDoux it When that whistle blows, and the crowd explodes And them pickup-men are at your side They tell you................... Well you know you get the hots for some gal, you just can’t stop Makin’ love six times a day better than pork chop ‘Cause ones’ good as the other and you know what I mean Some of them like a little bit of fat Some of them like that meat just a little bit lean I like gravy on the side with hot and juicy lovin’ Brown sugar on top, sausage warm out of the oven Sometimes you get to eatin’ Lord and you just can’t stop Make me wonder to myself Why oh why…why did I leave that...................... Sailors sail cowboys ride lovers love when they get there chance baby take it slow turn down the lights soft and low let the shadows dance baby dont hold back .................................... Down in the west texas town of el paso i fell in love with a mexican girl ........ ~"that should be all yall need lol"~ You're throwin' around a lot of serious accusations Ain't too hard to tell what you're insinuatin' You think I'm the one who stole her away If not for me she'd still be yours today We're both men here so why play games Why don't we call a spade a spade....................... She was a woman on a mission Here to drown him and forget him So I set her up again to wash him down She had just about succeeded When that low-down no good cheatin' Good for nothin' came struttin' through the crowd Ah he was layin' it on so thick He never missed a lick Professing his never ending love Oh but I never will forget When she stood up and said So I guess you think we're just gonna kiss and make up doncha That's when she said............... My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left..........-extra points to finish this one There's a long black train, Comin' down the line, Feedin' off the souls that are lost and cryin', Rails of sin, only evil remains Watch out brother for that Long Black Train Look to the heavens You can look to the skies You can find redemption Staring back into your eyes There is protection and there's Peace the same, burnin' your ticket for that ............. He works hard To give her all He thinks she wants A three car garage, Her own credit cards He pulls in late To wake her up With a kiss Good night If he could only Read h more

Resolved Question: what do you think of these lyrics?

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands the shit is in my hands, here's yo' lifespan And for what yo' life's worth, this money is twice than Grab a couple grand and lamp in Iceland See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydratin Hurry up with the cash bitch, I got a ride waitin Shot a man twice in the back when he tried skatin I want the whole pie, I won't be denied nathan Maybe I need my head inside straightened Brain contemplatin, clean out the register Dip before somebody catches ya or gets your description and sketches ya The connection was the prime suspect But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet Cause I got a daughter to feed And $200 ain't enough to water the seed The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell and hit up Chess King And have the lady at the desk bring money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin the Mac Cooperate, and we can operate, and save an attack This bitch tried escapin the jack Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote You barely heard a word as she choked It wasn't nuttin for her to be smoked But I slammed her on her back til her vertebrae broke Just then the pigs bust in yellin "Freeze" But I'm already wanted for sellin ki's And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin bees So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees I bust shots, they bust back Hit be square in the chest, wasn't wearin a vest Left the house, pullin out the drive backin out Blew the back end out this lady's Jag, started blackin out Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face Shut your yackin mouth, 'fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp Drug her by her hair, smacked her up Thinkin fuck it, mug her while you're there, jacked her up Stole her car, made a profit Grabbed the tape from out the deck and offed it out the window Like the girl in "Set It Off" did Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into they swimmin pool Climbed out and collapsed on the patio I made it out alive but I'm injured badly though Parents screamin: "Son, go in and call the police Tell em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!" Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff Actin like they never seen nobody hit a ;ick before Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64 When they sell out in stores the price triples I ran up the block jumpin kids on tricycles and collided with an 80-year old lady with groceries There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties Stood up and started to see stars Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck Jumped up and climbed the back of a movin dump truck But I think somebody seen me maybe Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I musta dropped the Beanie Baby Fuck it I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits Came out with a white flag hollerin "TRUCE TRUCE" and surrendered my weapon to cops Wasn't me! It was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps more

Resolved Question: WHATS the meaning of THIS SONG??!?

whats the meaning of the song "pop bottles" by birdman and lil wayne? heres the lyrics [Chorus:] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (yea) Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models (uh huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yea) Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models, [Birdman] OK, we poppin champagne like we won a championship game, [Lil Wayne] Look like I got on a championship ring, [Birdman] 'cause I ball hard, [Lil Wayne] No bitch we ball harder, [Birdman] I am the Birdman, [Lil Wayne] And I'm the J-R-uh, [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] OK, start with straight shots and then pop bottles, Pour it on the models, Shut up bitch, swallow, If you can't swallow, Shut up bitch, gargle, Straight up out that water with my Mark Jacob goggles, I'm fresher than a motherfucker Yeah I'm a motherfucker, No I won't take your girl, but I shall take her tongue from her, Can't you tell I'm in love woman? Like no other woman, Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman [Chorus] [Verse 2: Birdman] Now as I recline behind my desk, I ain't got a lot of Nikes, but I got a lot of checks, (money) Got my own shoe brand new on the set, Went from sitting in the cell, To sitting on a jet, From shitting in the cell, To shitting on a jet, I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets, I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet, So I scratch, and yes, Junior is the best (shawty) So many niggas from my hood on they back, So many niggas from your hood on they back, That's why we so paid and it be like that, I'd rather pop a bottle, Before I pop a gat [Chorus] [Verse 3: Birdman] Yea, only sipping red champagne, White-T, red hat, red bandanna, Uptown, choppers fuck companions, Fuck with the Birdman we chopping your companion, Fucking with my son, and we run up on your mansion, Chopper make music, bitch start dancing, Stunner-man's back so you know the circumstances, And I'm cooking up Tha Carter 3, no advances, All my cars, all the latest automatics, No lie, we don't even drive no asking, Uptown, we packing and we stacking, Young Money, Cash Money we the champions [Chorus] i need a pretty good explanation for the chorus and verses. 10 points for the best interpretation. more

Resolved Question: a song problem [10 points]?

ok well i was on myspace nd i was making a playlist nd i was trying to add "moan" y cute is wat we aim for nd i added the wrong one. intead i added maon by someone else under the tittle cute is wat we aim 4. its a girl singing nd the lyrics go something like this: if u be my star ill be ur sky u can hide underneath me nd come out at night when i turn jet black nd u show off ur light learn to let u shine [or something like that] lear to let u shine u can skyrocket away from here nd never come back when you've found another galaxy far away from here more room to fly just leave me ur star dust to remember u by so yea thats like some of it but i dk wat the actual song is. does anyone know????? thanx nd 10 points available 4 the one who finds me it more

Resolved Question: Best Song of 2007!!!!!!?

TELL ME THIS ISNT ONE OF THE BEST OR THE BEST SONG LAST YEAR! LYRICS ARE CRAZY AND THE MESSAGE IS SO TRUE!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1Et1siZhTk Carrera (dumb it down) coolest nigga what (dumb it down) FNF up (dumb it down) (dumb it down) (Verse 1-Lupe Fiasco) I'm fearless now hear this im earless and i'm pealess which means im eyeless which means im tearless which means my irish resides where my ears is which means im blinded but imma find it i could feel it's nearness but imma vear so i don't come near like a chicken or a deer but i remember im not a listner or a seer so my windshields smear here you stare i really shouldnt be behind this clearly cause my blindness the windshield in menstriel the whole grill is road kill so trill and so sincere yea im both inveared to both pills when a bloak in a trench coat in the lotes in a chair had approached in here made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror the writer of the quotes from the ghost who supplier of the notes that they living riverton is rosey pockets full of prosieds given to the mother of the deseaced awaken at war 'till i'm resting in peace (peace peace peace) (Chorus 1-Gemini) you going over niggas heads lu (dumb it down) they telling me that they don't feel you (dumb it down) we aint graduate from school nigga (dumb it down) them big words aint cool nigga (dumb it down) yea i heard "mean and vicious" nigga (dumb it down) make a song for the bitches nigga (dumb it down) we dont care about the weather nigga * * * Complimentary "Dumb It Down" Ringtone! * * * Download lupe fiasco Ringtones > (dumb it down) you'll sell more records if you (dumb it down) (Verse 2-Lupe Fiasco) and im mouthless which means im soundless now as far as the hearing i found it it was as far as the distance from the earing to the ground is but the doorknockers on the ears of a stewerdist in the lear she fine and she flying im feeling fly by cause my minds on cloud nine and in her mind at the same time +pimp C+ the wings on the +underground king+ whos also cling on to infinity and beyond something realy stinks but i spence like leon or lion in the desert im flying on pegasis you flying on a fesert writer of the white powder picker of the fire flower spit hot fire like dilon on cheppelle skit yea, smell it on my unicorn we snort the white horse and toot my own horns (sleet) (Chorus 2-white man) you been getting too much light lu (dumb it down) you make em wanna do right lu (dumb it down) they're getting selfasteem lu (dumb it down) these girls is tryna be queens lu (dumb it down) they're tryna graduate from school lu (dumb it down) they're starting to think that smart is cool lu (dumb it down) they're tryna get up out the hood lu (dumb it down) i'll tell you what you should do (dumb it down) (Verse 3-Lupe Fiasco) and im brainless which means im headless like Icabar Craine is or four playless sex is which makes me sainless with no neck left to hang a chain with wich makes me neckless less like a necklace death and i aint use my headrest yet they say they need proof like a vestless chest [these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com] about to best fair FF jet in the nest to excuse confidence and access debts even scuba steve will find it hard to breathe around these leages my snorkle is a tuba luda ruda around these seas westside beside him westside beside him chest high and rising almost touching the knees of stewardist and the pilot lucky they make flowered personal floating devices is falling out of sleeves David Blane, make it rain, make a boat i make a plain then i pull the plug and i make it drain until i feel like flowing and filling it up again (westside) (Chorus 3-Gemini) You be putting me to sleep nigga (dumb it down) thats why you aint poppin in the streets nigga (dumb it down) you aint winning no awards nigga (dumb it down) robots and skate boards nigga? (dumb it down) GQ man of the year G (dumb it down) shit aint rocking over hear B (dumb it down) why dont you talk about your cars nigga (dumb it down) and what the f**k is go yard nigga? (dumb it down) make it rain for the chicks (dumb it down) poor champaign on a bitch (dumb it down) what the f**k is wrong with you? (dumb it down) how can i get on a song with you? (dumb it down) (Gemini speaking Look B heres my math my 2way uhh, this right here take this, that right there f**k with my boy Faradon nigga, nigga you hot to me i like you (Lupe Fiasco mix) Listen G they told me i should come down cousin but i flatley refused i aint dumb down nothing more

Resolved Question: here's the lyrics to He's a star by JUICE (for anyone who needs them)?

I'm a star The prince is here Sugarhill is back (that's right bay-bee) And we get money, oww (Chorus) Dip we're alone in the whip With his pants saggin Ice on the neck and the wrist I wish that I had him Girls goin wilde tryin ta grab em Cause he's a star, yeah Dip we're alone in the whip With his pants saggin Ice on the neck and the wrist I wish that I had him Girls goin wild tryin ta grab em Cause he's a star Picture me rollin, holdin In the Benz wagon Pants saggin, wrists so heavy With that ice See, it got my hands draggin A young dude like a grown man In a Lance wagon Even in the Jetta They wanna jump on my bandwagon In Japan, I'm the man I'm with the hot beat Got all the chicks That's offering their kid, saki But that's not me (no no no) The ladies just love me They rush me to stop me Touch me to know I'm The real thing, no copy Please get your daughter She's callin me papi (papiii) Don't mean to sound cocky But the jewels that are Sylvester Stallone alone Make this Rocky (Chorus) I know this fly dude sickens you And it's itchin you You gonna need lil bit more than Some chicken soup You're gonna need a doctor And some surgery My nickname is 911 Emergency I know you heard of me J-U-I-C-E See me on MTV or BET You know I keep it hot I call my wrist Chris Rock Cause it's funny How I don't rock What other kids rock Honeys want me to scoop 'em And go for ice cream They wanna do nice things Like go sightseeing To the nets game Ice skate and jet skiing Cause they see the ice blingin And the nice benz (Chorus) Flights to Italy I keep that fresh mozzarella I'm in the Maserati Cooler than Fonzerelli They blowin up my celly And my BlackBerry I'm not mad at them Because they don't how to fella I'm into fettucinis Spaghetti string bikinis Step out the beamer blingie They say your boy is dreamy Everytime they see me They wanna jump the gun It's like @ Mickey D's They always want a number one I keep your kids stones Put you in the groundstones And when you call my phone You get a special ringtone You know I treat you good If you could have me, you would Now let me tell you baby If you could have me, you should more

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