wingman
Re: wingman
isn't that a short phrase from a song that is sung by the band
Men At Work????? I think it is
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride....
I'm wanted....Dead or Alive!!!!!
lets end this thread now before I have to kick my own a$$
Men At Work????? I think it is
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride....
I'm wanted....Dead or Alive!!!!!
lets end this thread now before I have to kick my own a$$
Re: wingman
oh it's on like donkey kong b-i-tches!!
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it till my fingers bled
Was the summer of 69
Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit, Jody got married
I shoulda known we'd never get far
Oh when I look back now
The summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice Yeah
I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Ain't no use in complaining
When you got a job to do
I spent my evenings down at the drive-in
And that's when I met you
Standing on your momma's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Oh yeah... back in the summer of 69
Man we were killing time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothing could last
Forever
Forever... no
And now the times are changing
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
Think about you wonder what went wrong
Standing on your momma's porch
You told me that it'd last forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Oh yeah... back in the summer of 69
Uh huh... it was the summer of 69
Oh yeah... me and my baby in 69
It was the summer, summer, summer of 69
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it till my fingers bled
Was the summer of 69
Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit, Jody got married
I shoulda known we'd never get far
Oh when I look back now
The summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice Yeah
I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Ain't no use in complaining
When you got a job to do
I spent my evenings down at the drive-in
And that's when I met you
Standing on your momma's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Oh yeah... back in the summer of 69
Man we were killing time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothing could last
Forever
Forever... no
And now the times are changing
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
Think about you wonder what went wrong
Standing on your momma's porch
You told me that it'd last forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Oh yeah... back in the summer of 69
Uh huh... it was the summer of 69
Oh yeah... me and my baby in 69
It was the summer, summer, summer of 69
Re: wingman
and to switch up the pace
(***** all you hoes) Get a grip motherphucker.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the ****** in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
Verse One:
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Chorus:
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
Verse Two:
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****
Verse Three:
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)
...and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
(***** all you hoes) Get a grip motherphucker.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the ****** in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
Verse One:
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Chorus:
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
Verse Two:
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****
Verse Three:
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)
...and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
Re: wingman
Originally Posted by cocoluv
and to switch up the pace
(***** all you hoes) Get a grip motherphucker.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the ****** in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
Verse One:
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Chorus:
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
Verse Two:
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****
Verse Three:
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)
...and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
(***** all you hoes) Get a grip motherphucker.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the ****** in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
Verse One:
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Chorus:
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
Verse Two:
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****
Verse Three:
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)
...and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, *****, uh
Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
straight g representing!
Re: wingman
Originally Posted by Skunky
ah yes the good ole shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttt\
straight g representing!
straight g representing!
Uh ni**a do you...know what this is
one shot one kill what's the deal...G-UNIT
Her we go now!!
Uh ni**a do you...know who you with
It's Tony Yayo up in this biitch
Got the German Rugars with them hollow tips
C-Shot Rugars with them extra clips
50 Cent back on that gangsta shiit
On my way O-T to flip them bricks
In that big bodied Benz, you know it's a six
Is that your *****, on my ****, I stack them chips
And I'm flash as a fukc, my jewels is sick
From a block is where you can see them kid
Don't front muthafukka you my style
I don't go no where without my 40 cal.
On a low, shorty gat a thing for a kid
And you know I'm a finna take her back to da crib
Here we go, I'ma show her how a playa live
At the door I'm tell her take her clothes off...shiiit
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way she moves is makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
I'm a roll over and tell her lets do it again
Now thats
Re: wingman
Originally Posted by lilangel
You guys are really bored or just need lives! lol just kidding..... maybe
Kelly~
Kelly~
Don't need a life...I have too much goin on in the one I have already.
I may have a few more verse's in my head
Re: wingman
Originally Posted by WINGMAN
Don't need a life...I have too much goin on in the one I have already.
I may have a few more verse's in my head

Re: wingman
Originally Posted by lilangel
I was going to show up Saturday night to hang out sorry about that by the way. I was pushing rachies car down the street with a broken toe deff went home and took some serious drugs after that. Whats the plans for the weekend anyone going out?
But the weekend will bring the ususal I'm sure.
Re: wingman
Originally Posted by lilangel
Alright I am starting now ( getting ready that is). Lol lets see who actually makes it out! :YEAH
Re: wingman
Originally Posted by Momma Dukes
why were you pushing rachies car???
Was she to drunk to drive so she had to be pushed j/k Rach if you read this
Was she to drunk to drive so she had to be pushed j/k Rach if you read this
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