• "(bkz: kovboy)"
  • "ankara club so da canlı müzik programı yapmış klavyeci. nurkan renda nın eski ev arkadaşı nam-ı diğer günümüz yazarlarından skur"
  • "bildiğin çoban yahu. not: şu amerikalıların bir cowboy bir de itfaiyeci olayını anlamam zaten. marketing* dedikleri bu olsa gerek."
  • "amerika vahsi batida yasayan erkeklerin genel adi"
  • "sigir surulerine bekcilik eden veya ulasimi salayan kisilere verilen isim"
  • "cowboy bebop dizisinde cowboy, bounty hunter anlamına gelmektedir"




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    kid rock'in sarkisi acikcasi bir striptiz sarkisidir.. hatta o kadar yaygin bir striptiz sarkisidir ki sarkinin ilk notalarini duyan genc zihinlerin ikinci notaya kadar erekte olabildiklerinden adim gibi eminim.. ahmet ertegun'un dahi bizzat bu sarki esliginde kucak dansi yaptirdigi soylemlerini duymuslugum dahi vardir dostlarim.. ki nedir kid rock ahmet ertegun'un bize son mirasidir.. bugun bir led zeppelin i bir rolling stones u bagrimiza basarak dinliyorsak, cowboy u soyleyen kid rock i da bagrimiza basmaliyiz.. hor gormemeliyiz..


    (azuth - 18 Eylül 2007 03:39)

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    eve ve fatboy slim'in blade 2 soundtrackinde yer alan cowboy parcasinin sozlerini de yaziyorum, tam oluyor. kar yagisi nedeniyle evde mahsur kalan okuyucularimiz icin geliyor:

    [not: evde kendi kendine dans etmek eylemini futursuzca uygulayabilirsiniz. kammoon!]

    uh, c'mon, uh, yo, yo

    [chorus:]
    where my niggas at? (what)
    where my thugs at? (what)
    where my niggas gettin stacks?
    you know where we at
    now where my bitches at? (what)
    where my hoes at? (what)
    where my bitches chasin stacks?
    you know where we at

    [verse 1]
    niggas they drug her up like liquid
    how she dish shit
    man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
    damn she flipped it, when gone they missed it
    been on cuz, they can't stop her climb
    nigga you digs it?
    want that, well you can keep that
    cuz other bitches out there wack but you can't see that
    e-v is top notch, i had to spot watch
    to make sure i made it mine
    cuz you can't cock block, came up
    fucked the game up
    now your record sales is weak but you can't blame us
    cuz none can tame us, the game'll never drain us
    cuz we gon' stop your shine
    and it remains us
    it's all good, you takin everything sweet
    but it's the problems and the pressure that they can't see
    i'm tryin to make a quick flip
    nigga can you dig this?
    shit is real, make a mil forever be that rich bitch

    [chorus:]
    where my niggas at? (what)
    where my thugs at? (what)
    where my niggas gettin stacks?
    you know where we at
    now where my bitches at? (what)
    where my hoes at? (what)
    where my bitches chasin stacks?
    you know where we at

    [verse 2]
    uh, yo
    they callin me a savage
    cuz i gotta have it
    i aint work this hard not to ball and live lavish
    and let some clown take my shine like i aint workin overtime
    i refuse to fuck up, and lose my place i got in line, huh
    bitch please
    erased your name with ease
    and it was nothin, caught you stuntin got no room to breathe
    only into big things
    all day spit game
    tryin to put my people up on paper before shit change
    i be up, late night
    tryin to get my papes right
    after every show, i gotta go, i got a late flight
    thought they had us figure out
    cuz we pullin figures out
    not that bitch, who is she and what's that nigga swizz about?
    questions start to come about
    thought my time was runnin out
    but never cuz i'm better under pressure, guess you figured out
    stop all the dumb shit
    i came to run shit
    think i'm leaving, not at all i'm havin to much fun shee-it

    [chorus]

    [verse 3]
    uh, yo
    y'all niggas must be buggin out
    the industry we dug it out
    we always keep it gangsta we change what y'all be talkin' bout
    some get away with bullshit
    but they the ones who drown quick
    back on the block, hustlin, scrapin money up to buy a brick
    too late, cuz it's over now
    i done shut this whole shit down
    yeah it's me again, you outta touch bitch, fix your frown
    c'mon! c'mon! uh! uh! what! what! c'mon!
    bounce [30x]

    [chorus]


    (marie antoinette - 22 Şubat 2003 14:58)

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    tyler the creator parçası.

    [verse 1]
    knock-knock, mothafuck it's me, mr. clusterfuck
    what, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck
    golf wang m-o-b, mopping niggas ante up
    ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my granny up
    rest in peace or lie in it, life ain't got no light in it
    darker than that closet that nigga frankie was hiding in
    open it, dope in it, bobby where's my fucking pipe?
    dress my little dick as ike, twenty says i hit your wife
    this is life, truthfully i just want to fly some kites
    grab salem and slater and go around, riding bikes
    get some ice cream, golf wang roscoe's for the night
    to skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
    nigga fuck it though, going hard as riga mo
    got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows
    cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
    had a blast out europe, had a swedish bitch licking toes
    that's how it goes, designing clothes
    cats on everything, cats on everything
    you think all this money will make a happy me?
    but i'm 'bout as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
    everybody's sparking but me, and i keep coughing
    can't keep calm in this spot's hot box and i'm getting nauseous
    hop in the car, ride to saugus, and head straight to the office
    pissed off at jasper because that's some faggot shit called "pink dolphin"
    i roll here on a mean unicorn
    green hat, vans, golf top is the team uniform
    downing that capri sun, tighten my bandana up
    something like a lez, i'm forgetting my damn manners cause

    [hook]
    i am the cowboy on my own trip
    and i am the cowboy on my own trip
    and i am the cowboy on my own trip
    and i am the cowboy

    [verse 2]
    when you're alone thoughts start coming in
    punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
    shit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
    but it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again
    i needed to get out of the house
    so i hit the dead sams, and we went biking it out
    in a black hoodie, with an arizona and a bag of skittles
    just to see what all that fucking hype is about
    now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay?
    cause everytime i see one i think what his parents would say
    in court saying i ate him, i wasn't present that day
    i was with whitney smoking, sitting at the dock of the bay

    [hook]

    [verse 3]
    do you know how weird it is knowing i make a bunch of cheese
    while my friends can't afford little pizzas from little caesars
    and their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
    so i don't feel bad when they not eating
    (but you still treating us, you punk bitch)
    wolf haley got more methods than pinkman
    i'm never civil, fuck lincoln, 'preme out the bag it's no wrinkles
    i'm okie dokie and loopy and booboo nana and caca
    if you think i'm fucking koo-koo, try talking to my shrink then

    [skit]
    dr. tc: hey
    wolf: bitch
    dr. tc: i'm right here
    wolf: yo, who's that?
    sam: that's salem, that's my girlfriend. you stay the fuck away from her alright?


    (rett - 12 Nisan 2014 15:07)

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