martinis, bikinis, and lamborghinis.

August 28, 2008

circa 2001ish

Filed under: pics — brentabousko @ 7:17 pm

jimmy ukraine/mr. lucky in the house

3 Comments »

  1. DID U NOTICE YOUR FLY WAS DOWN?

    Comment by 713 — August 28, 2008 @ 8:14 pm

  2. [Chorus:]
    Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m dressed so fresh so clean
    (So fresh and so clean clean)
    Don’t you think I’m so sexy I’m dressed so fresh so clean
    (So fresh and so clean clean)
    Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m dressed so fresh so clean
    (So fresh and so clean clean)
    I love when you stare at me I’m dressed so fresh so clean
    (So fresh and so clean clean)

    [Big Boi]
    Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo’s
    And El Dorado’s I’m waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo
    So follow it’s your time at the Apollo
    Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print
    Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson
    Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm
    Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU
    We do hey you And might do some cake too
    But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make
    Cause

    [Chorus]

    [Andre 3000]
    Canary yellow, ’79 Seville is on display
    My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today
    So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout
    I’ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa
    Let me be bambino on your snippas
    YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard
    When I’m slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya
    Like Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deep
    But i’ll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you’ll be there for me
    Cause

    [Chorus]

    [Andre 3000]
    Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth
    Tellin me everything that’s on yo nasty mind
    They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D
    And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine
    I love who you are I love who ya ain’t you’re so Ann Frank
    Let’s hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks
    With change and no chains and whips I do suck lips
    Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door’s a freak
    Ha Ha

    [Chorus]

    (And we are…) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet
    (In my mind…) the sky is fallin ain’t no need to panic
    (But Oh oh…..) I got a stick and want yo automatic
    (Oh oh oh…) Compatible created in the attic
    [repeat]

    [Chorus 2x]

    Comment by hobo rapist — August 31, 2008 @ 6:06 pm

  3. I don’t think that tie is short enough

    Comment by jaymac4 — September 4, 2008 @ 3:41 pm


RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: