Happy Birthday!
Just a little video to wish friends and loved ones a happy birthday from The Sangin’ Cowboys. Feel welcome to send our birthday wishes to anyone you choose.
Birthday viewers – we hope you have the most allsome birthday you’ve ever had!
Duration : 0:0:40
Lyrics:
[Mannie Fresh] + (Slim Thug)
Ladies and Gentlemen!
And the people that payed for this remix (Geah!)
I just want y’all to know, Y’all alright with me, ya heard? (Slim Thugga!)
Love all y’all, I’m ya boy
Fre, fre, fre, fre, Fresh! (Young Jeezy)
Now let’s talk about….
[Chorus] + (Slim Thug Ad-Libs)
Dimaonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Boss Hogg OutLawz)
Diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Ha!)
Diamonds pressin up, Da-Diamonds pressin up
Diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel
[Slim Thug]
Leadin that blue train through the turnin lane, sittin on butta (On butta!)
Brain on the grain while I bang trunk scudda (Ha!)
A dyme fine frame shotgun I’m a cutta
Bossman and Snowman gon’ forever keep it gutta (Geah!)
This is for the G’s, and this is for the hustla’s
Out there on the grind tryna satisfy the Cus’mas
Rain, sleet or snow, go get that money (get that money)
Til ya stash full of cash, you can’t fit that money (Can’t fit that money)
From the blocks of the H to tha traps of tha A (Of tha A)
Ain’t no time to play, get ya pay
I’m shinin on boys and the front chrome grill (chrome grill)
Hand on the steel, diamonds on the wood grill (Geah!)
[Chorus] + (Young Jeezy Ad-Libs)
Aye! You already know what it is nigga!
Aye! Thug you know I had you nigga
You already know what it is
Aye! (5x)
[Young Jeezy]
Snowman (Bitch), Need I say More? (More?)
When you get done wit these, look I got twenty more (Ha Ha!)
Still got blow money cause nigga I know money (Money)
Now I’m on the road gettin fifty-a-show money
Still sittin on white bricks (Bricks), wrapped in duck tape (Tape)
Thirty minutes flat, I can bake a whole cake (Yeah!)
Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks (Blocks)
Then they come through, look at the stones on the watch (Geah!)
Iced-out belt buckle, they never had a chance
Dropped sixty-grand, just to hold up my pants (Ha Ha!)
Still got the chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo
Twelve carats in my ear just to show em what I stand fo’ (Aye!)
[Chorus] + (Killa’s Ad-Libs)
They know who it is nigga..
Run it!
[Killa]
I got tha diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Wheel)
Tippin, sittin sidewayz off in my DeVille (Ville)
Comin down, lane switchin
Butta seats, Grain grippin
Candy frame on a set of swangs wit tha brains missin
Badge on my neck and Killa’s not a deputy (Naw!)
I’ma Boss Hogg Outlaw (I gotta rep it G!)
And like a gold-diggin bitch, I’mma bout dough man
So if I quit rappin I’mma get the trappin wit tha Snowman! (That’s Right)
[Slick Pulla]
I’m on the block cause frost skiing make a nigga hop (Hobble)
I’m on the ave, gettin the D and make that country crock (Country Crock)
That gutta butta, that’s why I got a phat knot (Ok)
I was taught by them G’s how to get gwop
Like some tumbleweed, we stay in the wind
Chokin Bubble-Yum, ridin candy wit Slim (Candy wit Slim)
Choppin Duece McCallister, you know, twenty-sixes
Got stupid flow, plus the hustle game ridiculous (For Real!)
[Chorus] + (Mannie Fresh Talking)
Ladies and Gentlemen
The beat is being provided to you by a very expensive man
But he is very very much worthy
And he goes by the name of…
Fre, Fre, Fre, Fresh!
Now please baby, pay attention to the diamond chain
The diamond ring, the big belt buckle and the gator shoes
And that chromed-out lady restin her on the hood ornament
Leading her way, into stardom….yeah
[Chorus to fade]
Duration : 0:4:5
http://www.frettedamericana.com/gretsch_6120_chet_atkins_hollow_body_third_version_1957-d-1014-0.html
This ‘third-version’ “Holy Grail of Gretsches” weighs just 6.90 lbs. and has a nice, fat nut width of 1 11/16 inches and a scale length of 24 1/2 inches. Two and seven eighths inch thick double-bound laminated maple body with two double-bound ‘f’ holes. Two-piece maple neck with ebony center strip with a very comfortable medium profile. Brazilian rosewood fretboard with original aluminum nut, 22 original small frets and inlaid pearloid hump-top block position markers. Pearloid plastic, horse-shoe headstock inlay set into a mahogany-stained, maple peghead overlay. Inlaid mother-of-pearl Gretsch “T-roof” logo and two layer (black on white) dome shaped plastic truss-rod cover with three screws. Gold-plated Grover StaTite open-back tuners with small oval metal buttons. Two DeArmond (Gretsch Dynasonic) pickups, the neck pickup with an output of 10.25k. and the bridge pickup with an output of 10.20k. Gold Lucite pickguard with pantograph-engraved Gretsch “T-roof” logo and “Chet Atkins” signature framed in a signpost (the signpost and signature highlighted in black). Three volume controls (one for each pickup plus master volume control), one tone control, and one (pickup) selector switch. Gold-plated “Arrow-through-G” knobs with cross-hatch pattern on sides. Aluminum compensating Bigsby bridge on original rosewood base and unplated aluminum Bigsby B-6 vibrato tailpiece with pivoting arm. Rectangular Gretsch label inside bass ‘f’ hole with Model “6120″ stamped in black and Serial No. “22488″ stamped in red. Some minor discoloration to the gold-plating on the bridge pickup. A minuscule amount of belt buckle wear on the back and some minimal finish checking, as usual. Other than that, this guitar is in quite spectacular near mint (9.25) condition. The body is a deep red orange (more red than orange) with nice figuring and the front of the headstock is a rich brown. Housed in the original Gretsch (deluxe) dark brown imitation alligator hardshell case with brown plush lining (8.75).
Duration : 0:10:0
Lyrics:
[Mannie Fresh] + (Slim Thug)
Ladies and Gentlemen!
And the people that payed for this remix (Geah!)
I just want y’all to know, Y’all alright with me, ya heard? (Slim Thugga!)
Love all y’all, I’m ya boy
Fre, fre, fre, fre, Fresh! (Young Jeezy)
Now let’s talk about….
[Chorus] + (Slim Thug Ad-Libs)
Dimaonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Boss Hogg OutLawz)
Diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Ha!)
Diamonds pressin up, Da-Diamonds pressin up
Diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel
[Slim Thug]
Leadin that blue train through the turnin lane, sittin on butta (On butta!)
Brain on the grain while I bang trunk scudda (Ha!)
A dyme fine frame shotgun I’m a cutta
Bossman and Snowman gon’ forever keep it gutta (Geah!)
This is for the G’s, and this is for the hustla’s
Out there on the grind tryna satisfy the Cus’mas
Rain, sleet or snow, go get that money (get that money)
Til ya stash full of cash, you can’t fit that money (Can’t fit that money)
From the blocks of the H to tha traps of tha A (Of tha A)
Ain’t no time to play, get ya pay
I’m shinin on boys and the front chrome grill (chrome grill)
Hand on the steel, diamonds on the wood grill (Geah!)
[Chorus] + (Young Jeezy Ad-Libs)
Aye! You already know what it is nigga!
Aye! Thug you know I had you nigga
You already know what it is
Aye! (5x)
[Young Jeezy]
Snowman (Bitch), Need I say More? (More?)
When you get done wit these, look I got twenty more (Ha Ha!)
Still got blow money cause nigga I know money (Money)
Now I’m on the road gettin fifty-a-show money
Still sittin on white bricks (Bricks), wrapped in duck tape (Tape)
Thirty minutes flat, I can bake a whole cake (Yeah!)
Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks (Blocks)
Then they come through, look at the stones on the watch (Geah!)
Iced-out belt buckle, they never had a chance
Dropped sixty-grand, just to hold up my pants (Ha Ha!)
Still got the chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo
Twelve carats in my ear just to show em what I stand fo’ (Aye!)
[Chorus] + (Killa’s Ad-Libs)
They know who it is nigga..
Run it!
[Killa]
I got tha diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Wheel)
Tippin, sittin sidewayz off in my DeVille (Ville)
Comin down, lane switchin
Butta seats, Grain grippin
Candy frame on a set of swangs wit tha brains missin
Badge on my neck and Killa’s not a deputy (Naw!)
I’ma Boss Hogg Outlaw (I gotta rep it G!)
And like a gold-diggin bitch, I’mma bout dough man
So if I quit rappin I’mma get the trappin wit tha Snowman! (That’s Right)
[Slick Pulla]
I’m on the block cause frost skiing make a nigga hop (Hobble)
I’m on the ave, gettin the D and make that country crock (Country Crock)
That gutta butta, that’s why I got a phat knot (Ok)
I was taught by them G’s how to get gwop
Like some tumbleweed, we stay in the wind
Chokin Bubble-Yum, ridin candy wit Slim (Candy wit Slim)
Choppin Duece McCallister, you know, twenty-sixes
Got stupid flow, plus the hustle game ridiculous (For Real!)
[Chorus] + (Mannie Fresh Talking)
Ladies and Gentlemen
The beat is being provided to you by a very expensive man
But he is very very much worthy
And he goes by the name of…
Fre, Fre, Fre, Fresh!
Now please baby, pay attention to the diamond chain
The diamond ring, the big belt buckle and the gator shoes
And that chromed-out lady restin her on the hood ornament
Leading her way, into stardom….yeah
[Chorus to fade]
Duration : 0:3:41
Kanye West featuring Young Jeezy – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Remix [New Video + Lyrics]
Kanye West featuring Young Jeezy – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Remix [New Video + Lyrics]
Download this song as a ringtone at http://kanyetones.net
Lyrics:
[Kanye] (Jeezy)
La La La La (YEAH)
Wait till I get my money right
[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
Snowman (Bitch), Need I say More? (More? )
When you get done wit these, look I got twenty more (Ha Ha! )
Still got blow money cause nigga I know money (Money)
Now I’m on the road gettin fifty-a-show money
Still sittin on white bricks (Bricks), wrapped in duck tape (Tape)
Thirty minutes flat, I can bake a whole cake (Yeah! )
Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks (Blocks)
Then they come through, look at the stones on the watch (Geah! )
Iced-out belt buckle, they never had a chance
Dropped sixty-grand, just to hold up my pants (Ha Ha! )
Still got the chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo
Twelve carats in my ear just to show em what I stand fo’ (Aye! )
[Hook]
La laa lala wait till I get my money right
La laa lala then you can’t tell me nothing right
[Chorus - Kanye] (Jeezy)
La La La La (HEY)
Wait till I get my money right
La La La La (YEAH)
Then you can’t tell me nothing right (Why are we… late)
Excuse me, is you saying something?
Uh uh, you can’t tell me nothing (YEAH)
You can’t tell me nothing (HAHA)
Uh uh, you can’t tell me nothing
[Verse 2 - Kanye West]
Let the champaigne splash
Let that man get cash
Let that man get pass (Oh oh oh oh oh)
You don’t needa stop to get gas
If he can move through the rumors
He can drive off the fumes cause (Why are we… late)
How you move in a room full of nose?
How you stay faithful in a room full of hoes?
Must be the pharoahs, he in tune with his soul
So when he buried in a tomb full of gold (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Treasure, what’s your pleasure?
Life is a, HUH, depending how you dress her (Oh oh oh oh oh)
So if the devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada
I’m in between but way more fresher (Why are we… late)
But way less effort, cause when you try hard
That’s when you die hard (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Ya homies looking like +Why God? +
When they reminice over you my God
[Chorus - Kanye] (Jeezy)
La La La La (HEY)
Wait till I get my money right
La La La La (YEAH)
Then you can’t tell me nothing right (Why are we… late)
Excuse me, is you saying something?
Uh uh, you can’t tell me nothing (YEAH)
You can’t tell me nothing (HAHA)
Uh uh, you can’t tell me nothing
Duration : 0:5:31
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end — drank his ale too light.
Death’s head belt buckle — yesterday’s dreams —
the transport caf’ prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he’s too old to Rock’n'Roll but he’s too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do’s.
For drinks on a Sunday — work on Monday.
They’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they’re too old to Rock’n'Roll and they’re too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies — tears in his eyes —
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock’n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you’re never too old to Rock’n'Roll if you’re too young to die.
Jethro Tull- Too Old To Rock ‘n’ Roll: Too Young To Die! (LIVE VERSION), from the album Bursting Out
Duration : 0:3:54