69 Eyes - Truck On

Well i’m truckin’ on
On a heavy load
Million miles from home
Gotta movin’ on
All night long
Baby come along

To hell and back
Like a heart attack
Best ride you ever had
And i’m comin’to you
Gonna blow your fuse
Whatcha gonna do

Gotta get high and
Real loaded
Gotta get back to the gator sweat blues
Gotta get high and
Real loaded
Livin’ on the edge in the dead man’s shoes baby

Well i’m drivin’ amok
Doggone’s my luck but
I don’t give a fuck

And i’m feelin’ mean
Bleedin’ gasoline
Would you lick it clean

Gotta het high and
Real loaded
Gotta get back to the gator sweat blues
Gotta get high and
Real loaded
Livin’ on the edge in the dead man’s shoes

Everybody needs dreams
To ride
On by
But what I need is see
My name
Shinin’ on the neon lights

Truck on baby..

69 Boyz - Caller #10

DJ:Hey, hey, hey, this is D.D. Deda, hello your caller ten.

Tajuana Screams.

Tajuana: I won, I won, I won!

Yells in background.

Tajuana:Y’all shut the hell up!
DJ:Hey, what’s your name?
Tajuana:Tajuana from Brentwood! What I won?
DJ:Well, you just won that sixty-nine splat pack.
Tajuana:For real?
DJ:Oh yeah, this includes first class round trip train fare
And two tickets to Ding-A-Ling Land.

Tajuana:For real?
DJ:Where they have all kind of rides and fun, fun, fun.
Such as the Totem Pole, the Back-Breaker, and the Long Stroker
Roller Coaster!
Tajuana:Hey!
DJ:And guess what?
Tajuana:What?
DJ:They got three dollars off coupons at Thicken Wangs, Chicken
Wangs
And Thangs. Thang it aint, mayn.
Tajuana:Them thangs sho’ be good!
DJ:You and your guests will be staying at the Peek-A-Boo Motel
On the corner of 69th and West Ding-A-Long Boulevard.
So, baby, don’t miss that train!
Tajuana:What the hell? Hey, wrinkle it baby.

69 Boyz - Get Together

( ) = woman’s line

Cellphone ringing.
Voice in background: “Yo Vernon! Yo nigga, get the phone!”

Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Hello?
(Hey baby, what you doin’?) Playin’ tetherball
And eatin’ cream out the middle of some Oreos
I meant to call you back last night
But I was watchin a video of an Evander Holyfield fight
Next time you see your friend Michelle,
Tell her if she ain’t fake, one of my boys wanna yell
Anyway, that’s enough of that
When we gon’ hook up, so I can pack the kitty-cat?
Oh, now you wanna play the switcheroo?
Well call me back when you gon’ let me hit the coochy-coo
Just because I play the Babyface
Don’t mean that I’m a punk that won’t hang up in a lady’s face
Oh, I thought you might change your mind
‘Cause a fella like myself, I must admit, is hard to find
You coulda stuck with your ex-man
Just to chit-chat and talk about wedding plans
‘Cause I ain’t gonna talk respectfully
I talk reality, and how we can fulfill your needs sexually
The kinda stuff that’ll make you wonder
And callin’ me is cheaper than a 976 number
And I ain’t tryin’ to run game
I belong to you, so I ain’t tryin’ to prove a damn thing!
So we can do whatever, but now, all I
Wanna know is, when is we gon’ get together?

Chorus:
I hope that we can get together soon (3x)
In my room, yeh, drinkin’ a bottle of brewww …

Verse 2: Thrill Da Playa
So when you gonna let me get ya hot?
We’ll get some wine, food, and a room at the Mariott
What? Filet mignon and Parignon?
Well I was thinkin’ more Dom and lime potato chips and (?)
Baby, I ain’t bein’ cheap!
But if we gon’ be workin’ out, we don’t need to have too much to eat
I’m sure you need some work on your thighs
And for sure my third leg could use a little exercise
Hold on a second, hon —
{speaking off the phone}
Man, can’t you see I’m on the phone, runnin’ game, tryin’ to get me some?
What? If you’re gonna get perverty,
Then make sure you bring back a freaky-deaky friend for me!
{he comes back on the phone}
I’m back, baby, sorry ’bout that thing
But my boys let me know I was next on the cellular game
But anyway, onto bigger things, and better things
Like kitty-cat and ding-a-ling
I really hope you’re hearing me, and at the same time,
I hope you ain’t gettin’ the wrong idea of me
I’d love to take you to a picture show
But it’s cheaper to stay home and watch it all on HBO
‘Cause if we home and we take it,
We’ll get the hot-buttered corn, and watch the movie naked
So baby, let’s go to my room
And I hope we can get together real soon

Chorus, repeat till fade