The Noble Men of Kyle Funny Post
If the Noble Men of Kyle had lyrics
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
I'm a, baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I'm in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'mma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'mma go real slow, puffin' indo out the do'
I'mma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean
Want remote control, good green and nice Byzantines
Probably lots of words we couldn't say today
IDK but they would be out of tune, not together and not nearly as loud as it should be with 300 people singing them.
In a lifetime
Made of memories
I believe
In destiny
Every moment returns again in time
When I've got the future on my mind
Know that you'll be the only one
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Out where the world belongs
To only you and I
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Make this a new beginning of another life.
In a lifetime
There is only love
Reaching for the lonely one
We are stronger when we are given love
When we put emotions on the line
Know that we are the timeless ones
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Out where the world belongs
To only you and I
Meet me halfway
Across the sky
Make this a new beginning of another life.
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me
**** tu
That's it. Just, "**** tu."
Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late?
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin that they gonna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like "hold up"
Next to the Playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin' to bone, ain't tryin' to have no babies
Rock clean as hell so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrolling and you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some n****s tryin' to jack for some
But we packin' somethin' that we have
And um will have a n**** locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin' oak
Music loud and tippin' slow
Twin steady twistin' like hit this dough
Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
Cd's change *****s like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skills when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston, but I'm still ain't losin'
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gonna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
I been drinkin' and smokin' holdin' **** 'cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol' Excursion
Swerving all up in the curve man
N**** been sippin' on that Hennessey
And the gin again is in again, we in the wind
Doin' a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin' another one up, we livin' like we ain't givin' a ****
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a n**** tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dogs
I gotta get to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock glock shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop Pop, hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law, we dodge ,em like f*** em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark
But well if you want, n**** you poppin, dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air, Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gonna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A n**** upset for sure
'Cause they think they know that they catchin' me
With plenty of the drink and 'dro
So they get behind me tryin' to check my tags
Look at my rear-view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin'
'Cause they denyin' that it's racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
'Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them
Giving a damn 'bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you and then I'mma have to cruise
I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin' them WE HATE YOU
I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me, I'm about to pull up at your home and it's on
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gonna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gonna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Fighting soldier in Vietnam
The perfect son to any mom.
He's one part man
One part machine.
He's Ollie North
the Mute Marine.
Mined the harbor
of Managua.
Planned the invasion
of Grenada.
But soon cruel fate
would intervene.
And he'd become
the Mute Marine.
He traded arms with Iran
For hostages
What a great plan!
The chances for
success were zero.
And yet he's still
a national hero.
Two Swiss accounts
were in his name.
Diverted funds
but who's to blame?
The time had come
to tell his tale.
Here's what he said
T'stay out of jail:"
"He'd like to talk
but cannot speak.
his will is strong
his case is weak.
We may never know
just what he's seen.
The man they call
the Mute Marine."
Nooooooo -bullllllllll
The Noble Men of Kyyyyyyy-uuuuullll
The Noble Men of Kyyyyyyy-uuuuullll
Here come the Noble Mennnnnnnnnnnn
(refrain)
Gig 'Em
You guys know they already have lyrics for it right?
Great Beard of Zeus said:
You guys know they already have lyrics for it right?
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
DunanananananananananananananananananananananaAAHHHHHHHHH
From the window, to the walls."
Jetch just jizzed all over himself and his coworkers.
YellAgs said:
Jetch just jizzed all over himself and his coworkers.
How is that different from any other Wednesday?
Anonymous Source said:
Nooooooo -bullllllllll
The Noble Men of Kyyyyyyy-uuuuullll
The Noble Men of Kyyyyyyy-uuuuullll
Here come the Noble Mennnnnnnnnnnn(refrain)
Close enough.
I heard it has the same lyrics as the Strategic Air Command march.
Great Beard of Zeus said:
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAAGreat Beard of Zeus said:
You guys know they already have lyrics for it right?
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAA
Dun DUHHHNNNNN dun dun dun dun DUHHHHHNN duuuhhhhnn Dun DuNANAAANAAAADunanananananananananananananananananananananaAAHHHHHHHHH
Forgot HUH! HUH! at the tuba turns.
That's the Aggies in the stands experiencing the Brown Note.
Frog_ said:
I heard it has the same lyrics as the Strategic Air Command march.
We made up some lyrics for SAC in the late 80's. It sounded German to us so.....
I'mmm in the LUFT--WAFF--UH
IIIIIII fly a MESS---ERRR--SCHMIDT
IIIIII shoot at SPIT---FIRE---UHS
And I drink lots of beer! Duh dun de dun dun dun dun...
Burdizzo said:
What would they be?
I hope they are not as bad as the song!!!
Shakes the Clown said:
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
I'm a, baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I'm in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'mma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'mma go real slow, puffin' indo out the do'
I'mma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean
Want remote control, good green and nice Byzantines
In 1998, "got sprayed by Ike" referred to getting one's vehicle painted by paint-shop proprietor Ike.
In 2008, "got sprayed by Ike" referred to experiencing the effects of Hurricane Ike.
Perhaps forgotten by many rap enthusiasts outside of Houston, Lil Troy's seminal hit "Wanna Be A Baller" showcased prophetic lyrics and has stood the test of time.
PrimeTime09 said:
In 1998, "got sprayed by Ike" referred to getting one's vehicle painted by paint-shop proprietor Ike.Shakes the Clown said:
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
I'm a, baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I'm in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'mma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'mma go real slow, puffin' indo out the do'
I'mma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean
Want remote control, good green and nice Byzantines
In 2008, "got sprayed by Ike" referred to experiencing the effects of Hurricane Ike.Perhaps forgotten by many rap enthusiasts outside of Houston, Lil Troy's seminal hit "Wanna Be A Baller" showcased prophetic lyrics and has stood the test of time.
in 1944 it referred to carpet bombing
Tomdoss92 said:
in 1944 it referred to carpet bombingPrimeTime09 said:
In 1998, "got sprayed by Ike" referred to getting one's vehicle painted by paint-shop proprietor Ike.Shakes the Clown said:
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
I'm a, baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I'm in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'mma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'mma go real slow, puffin' indo out the do'
I'mma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean
Want remote control, good green and nice Byzantines
In 2008, "got sprayed by Ike" referred to experiencing the effects of Hurricane Ike.Perhaps forgotten by many rap enthusiasts outside of Houston, Lil Troy's seminal hit "Wanna Be A Baller" showcased prophetic lyrics and has stood the test of time.
In the 1960s did it refer to spousal abuse?
A-Batt '06 here... one of my ol' ladies convinced another one of our buddies that the words were
Aggies, The Texas Aggies
The Texas Aggies, of A&M
Over and over
Frog_ said:
I heard it has the same lyrics as the Strategic Air Command march.
Now that's funny
Burdizzo said:
Tomdoss92 said:
in 1944 it referred to carpet bombingPrimeTime09 said:
In 1998, "got sprayed by Ike" referred to getting one's vehicle painted by paint-shop proprietor Ike.Shakes the Clown said:
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah
I'm a, baller, I'm a twenty-inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, never a leader not a follower
Break these boys off I'mma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I'm in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'mma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'mma go real slow, puffin' indo out the do'
I'mma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean
Want remote control, good green and nice Byzantines
In 2008, "got sprayed by Ike" referred to experiencing the effects of Hurricane Ike.Perhaps forgotten by many rap enthusiasts outside of Houston, Lil Troy's seminal hit "Wanna Be A Baller" showcased prophetic lyrics and has stood the test of time.
In the 1960s did it refer to spousal abuse?
No. That's dumb. Getting punched in the face has never been known as getting sprayed.
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