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Lady Gaga: A Red One Konvict Gaga Ive had a little bit too much(much) All of the people start to rush. Start to rush babe. How does he twist the dance? Cant find my drink or man. Where are my keys, I lost my phone. Whats go-ing out on the floor? I love this record baby, but I cant see straight anymore. Keep it cool whats the name of this club? I cant remember but its alright, alright. Chorus: Just dance. Gunna be okay. Da-doo-doo-doo Just dance. Spin that record babe. Da-doo-doo-doo Just dance. Gunna be okay. Duh-duh-duh-duh Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance. Lady Gaga: Wish I could shut my playboy mouth. (mouth) Howd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe. Control your poison babe Roses with thorns they say. And were all gettin hosed tonight. Whats go-ing out on the floor? I love this record baby, but I cant see straight anymore. Keep it cool whats the name of this club? I cant remember but its alright, alright. [Chorus] Colby Donis: When I come through on the dance floor checkin out that catalogue. Cant believe my eyes so many women without a flaw. And I aint gonn give it up, steady tryna pick it up like the car Ima hit it, Ima hit it and flex until the til done until tomorrow yeah. Shawty I can see that you got so much energy The way you twirling up them hips round and round Theres no reason, I know why you cant leave here with me In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down. [Chorus] Lady Gaga: Im psychotic synchypnotic I got my blue burners and phonic Im psychotic synchypnotic I got my brand electronic Im psychotic synchypnotic I got my blue burners and phonic Im psychotic synchypnotic I got my brand electronic Lady Gaga: Go. Use your muscle comin out work and hustle Akon: I got it, just stay close enough to get it Lady Gaga: Go slow. Drive it, clean it like so clean its been molesto, Akon: I got it, Lady Gaga: And your popped collin [Chorus]

T.I. featuring Justin Timberlake - Dead And Gone Lyric:- [T.I talking] Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man, Nawt on some gangsta shit man on some real shit Anybody who been through the same thing im sure you feel the same way [Hook] Ohh (hey) I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long) Just tryin find my way back home (back home) But the old me’s dead and gone, Dead and Gone, And Ohh.. (hey) I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long) Just tryin find my way back home (back home) But the old me’s dead and gone, Dead and Gone, dead and… [Verse 1] Every had one of them days wish you would have stayed home, Run into a group of niggas who gettin their hate on, You walk by - they get wrong, You reply then shit get blown, Way out of proportion way bad discussion, Just you against them pick one then rush them, Figure you get jumped here thats next, They don’t wanna stop there now they bustin, Now you gushin ambulance rushin, You to the hospital with a bad concusion, Plus you hit four times but it hit yo spine, Paralyzed waist down and ya wheelchair bound, Never mind that now you lucky to be alive, Just thinkin it all started fussin wit three guys, Nigga pride in the way but your pride is the way you can f**k around get shot down anyday, Niggas die everyday, All little bullshit, dope money, dice games, for their hood shit, Could this be cuz of hip-hop music, Or did the ones with the good sense not use it, Usually niggas don’t know what to do when they back against the wall, So they just start shootin, For red or for blue or for blow I guess, From Bankhead at the old projects, No more stress now I’m straight, Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my family stake, That part of me left yesterday The harder me is strong today, No regrets I’m blessed to say the old me dead and gon away, [Hook] Ohh (hey) I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long) Just tryin find my way back home (back home) But the old me’s dead and gone, Dead and Gone, And Ohh.. (hey) I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long) Just tryin find my way back home (back home) But the old me’s dead and gone, Dead and Gone, dead and… [Verse 2] I ain’t neva been scared I live through tragic, Situations could been dead lookin back at it, Most of that shit didn’t even have to happen, But you think about it when you out there trappin’, In the appartments hangin’, smokin and rappin, Niggas start shit next thing we know we cappin, Get locked up then didn’t even get mad, Now I think about that what a life I had, Most of that shit look back just laugh, Some shit still look back get sad, Thinkin my home boy still be around had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time, I won that fight I lost that war, I could still see my nigga walkin out that door, Who would of thought I’d never see Philant no more, Got enough dead homies I don’t want no more, Cuz a nigga his jump cost me more, I’d a took that ass whoppin out for sure, Now think before I risk my life, Take them chances to get my stripes, A nigga put his hands on me alright, Otherwise stand there talk shit all night, Cuz I hit you and you sue me, I shoot you get locked up poor me, No more stress now I’m straight, Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my family stake, That part of me left yesterday The harder me is strong today, No regrets I’m blessed to say the old me dead and gon away, [Hook] Ohh (hey) I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long) Just tryin find my way back home (back home) But the old me’s dead and g

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For lovers of Dragons, art and story. On the trail of dragons forgotten, an intrepid illustrator and reporter journeys from Europe through the Middle East and finally to Saigon in search of the dark caverns and mountaintop perches where the elusive winged serpents dwell. With the gift of seeing the invisible, our explorer friend records each encounter in a journal of gorgeous, fully painted artwork, capturing every majestic and fearsome visual detail of the scaly behemoths, and accompanies his findings with snippets of local lore as evidence that these hidden beasts continue to shape the world in ways we may never expect! Find out more here- http://www.dynamite.com/htmlfiles/viewProduct.html?PRO=C1606904647 Use #Lost Dragons on Twitter for a chance to win the book! Brought to you by Dynamite Entertainment! Video by Arsenic et Boule de Gomme. Book by Elian Black'Mor, Carine-M, Jezequel. Fantasy/Comics/Graphic novel

Originally, this recording was never meant to be presented as a actual song but just with me goofing around with my music gear and my guitar "The DOG" just after I picked him up from the music pound. It started soon after my new friend at the time who hooked me up with the gear that I now use, must have thought that I was telling dog tales when I told him that punks used to brag that they would know someone who could blow me away with their guitar skills and I have never seen the day to which that has happened. I don't possess any particular guitar skills but when I put the Dog on my lap, he doesn't act like a traditional lapdog and he doesn't take kindly to strangers. Especially to cats who try to invade and rule the house. Well, a few days later he brought a 16 year old cat going by the name of Brandon...or Brendon along with some other cats to watch the event as B Boy was supposed to blow me away with his PRODIGY SKILLS. It was amazing to watch the boy perform Beethoven stuff and the kind of stuff you see on Youtube. After he played his act with my Dog, he then handed the Dog over to me..."Hey hey..chuckle chuckle" ...I don't walk the Dog...He walk's me...I just tickle his neck and belly and then he'll pull off his Dog tricks to which I have no control over. I explained to my friend later that there's more to playing the guitar than just sitting a dog on your lap to perform tricks. You've gotta have some music to back you up to see how your dog keeps up with the beat and so I made this song up to show him how that's done. I made this one up real fast and tried singing for the first time and arranging vocal parts and just talked about whatever came to mind and just let the Dog do whatever he wanted to do. This is about as raw as it get's. The whole song took me about a week to do.

Bran is moving. A plot twist ensues. http://www.ryanandbran.com Music from a combination of different free resources, as well as Red Alien. Special thanks to Cody Alexander for letting us use his hoodie.

Music videos mixed in the way a night club dj mixes just music. Yes I did this with turntables. All video manipulation such as scrathing and mixing was tied into my existing technics 1200s and audio mixer. Videos provided by smashvidz.com and are used for promotional use only not for resale...

This is a song written by Kayla Riley and she wrote it about Michael Smiley and the lyrics are below: Walking around school all sad and glum Because last night you didn\'t get some All you do is sit around and pout Because your boyfriend never puts out Little virgin man No woman can stand Forever alone You\'ll never get boned Little virgin man No woman can stand You might as well be gay That\'s all I can say Now your by yourself once again All the years you\'ll be alone; lets count by ten Your only lover is your hand Sitting down or you can stand Little virgin man All short and stout You\'ll get laid, yeah that\'s a doubt Little virgin man No woman in sight You might as well put on some really tight tights Looking around all lame and gay To get a woman you\'ll have to pray Always in your loose sweat pants I know why... It\'s easier to use your hand Little virgin man The time will pass When you will finally get some ass Not from a woman, not from a man Only from yourself; you\'re your biggest fan Little virgin man You\'re filled with strife Well welcome to Michael Smiley\'s life!

More states are allowing a relatively new breed of vehicle on public roads, but crash tests by the Insurance Institute for Highway Safety show why the mix of low-speed vehicles (LSVs) or minitrucks and regular traffic is a deadly combination. LSVs are designed for tooling around residential neighborhoods, and minitrucks are for hauling cargo off-road. While these vehicles have a lot of appeal as a way to reduce emissions and cut fuel use, they don't have to meet the basic safety standards that cars and pickups do, and they aren't designed to protect their occupants in crashes.