Curves is really just a nice way of saying, "boobs and ass" in this case.>>>And calling curves humps is just tacky.
Ah, so it was about what I thought it was and that I'm not as big as a perv as I thought I was. Woo!
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Curves is really just a nice way of saying, "boobs and ass" in this case.>>>And calling curves humps is just tacky.
Ah, so it was about what I thought it was and that I'm not as big as a perv as I thought I was. Woo!


It depends... a lot of people thought Gasolina was about liking fast cars, and didn't pick up on the sexual innuendos. o_OParaKiss_Groupie wrote:Reggaeton can be really fun, and you don't often need to speak Spanish to know what they're saying. Point in case, Daddy Yankee. La Gasolina isn't a very subtle song, and I don't speak a lick of Spanish.
A parody of what?LadyFlameSniper wrote: As for My Humps, I still believe it was supposed to be a parody.

oooh I see what you mean..that would definitely make sense, I think.LadyFlameSniper wrote:I meant more of a satire, not parody. I tend to mix those up.
Anyway I meant a satire of the ridiculous number of hip-hop songs nowadays, that are basically about boobs and ass, use other words in place of boobs and ass, and so on


Temperature:What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
Brother I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got you,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money.
And mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
Yo can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin' got you,
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.
The gal dem Schillati...Sean da Paul
So me give it to...so me give to...so me give it to...to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty...
Baby girl...all my girls, all my girls...Sean de Paul say
Chorus :
Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm
Oh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...
Wanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!
Verse1:
Make I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer
From you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..
Can't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..
Chorus:
Verse 2:
Bumper exposed and gal you got your chest out but you no wasters cause gal you impress out...
And if you des out a me you fi test out,Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out....
Me haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out...And girl if you want it you haffi confess out...
A no lie but we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Gal don't say me crazy now, this Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..
Time fi a make baby now so stop gwaa like you a act shady yo...
Woman don't play me know, cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....
My lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....
Chorus:
Verse 4:
When you roll with a player like me...with a brother like me girl there is no other
No need to talk it right here to spark it right here keep it undercover
From me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover..
Everything bout you baby girl can you hear when me utter... Chorus (repeat)
Uhm, US rap is still good in my opinion. Ever heard german hiphop and rap (what they call it). Three words: Oh my god!Alexclow345 wrote:The only music I listen to is country most of the time. I will never ever listen to rap. I hate rap PERIOD.

I put it into quotes. And edited it to say which music I hate. I just put up lyrics to my two favorite songs to show how little music I like.Musashi wrote:Gak- that post's long! ^^;;;
Try putting them in quotes so we can scroll 'em or something.
Yeah, but this is a topic for songs you hate. Tell us what you hate!
You've seen his peen, right? You better have.ParaKiss_Groupie wrote:Pete Wentz, who will one day be locked in a room where I can do a variety of terribly naughty things to him. Boy is hot as hell.[/size]

Weird-ass tattoos and all.Anthy wrote:You've seen his peen, right? You better have.ParaKiss_Groupie wrote:Pete Wentz, who will one day be locked in a room where I can do a variety of terribly naughty things to him. Boy is hot as hell.[/size]
My pictures of Petey's peen are right next to my pictures of Twiggy Ramirez's peen. :> Groupie-in-training here.
NuMetal makes me want to piss myself laughing. Stuff like Three Days Grace or Avenged Sevenfold or whatever. I'm pretty sure they're all the same band anyway. They're all just so middle-school talent show level musicianship and angst.
And J-Pop is fuckin' annoying.

Perhaps he's unlocked the secret to stimulation, and one just has to trace the tattoo or something.Anthy wrote:Seriously dude, what was that thing? A heart-bat? I am baffled.
The placement was terrible too. Does he really want the girls giving him the mouthsex thinking "WTF IS THAT THING SUPPOSED TO BE IS IT LIKE SURREALIST OR SOMETHING" the entire time?