yay! can finally come online. my com met with a collision, and it crashed-ded. or at least tt's wad i think. so damn lame. my dad brought the com to sume shop, and there was nothing wrong with my com. but for sume unknown reasons, my com cun start even with the cpu running. or maybe nothing appears on my monitor. but miraculously, my bro dunno do wad shit and den it started running again. hoho! prrrrreeeeessssss de lorrrrd! hahahahah! okei okei.

yay! i will be so looking 4ward to friday's, sat's and sun's! guess why? cos lishan's bro has agreed to teach us drums! yay! cool man! haha. guess everything isn't fixed yet. so supposedly it'll be on either these days. yay! cun wait! so fun. hahaha! so if next tyme my mom asks me where i'm going, i'll say i'm going stress busting.

her bro is lyke so cool! he's part of a band, and the other day when we were at her house to complete the create-a-book crap, his band came over for jammin'. woah! and they did it in the basement. hahah! and the other cool thing is, its free! sounds cheapo.

okie. i thgt it was spongebob tt crashed-ded my com. but hey, it ain't done anything yet! woohoo! the broadbund modem came 2dae! yay! after i've got everything setted up, i'm gonna be lyke online for 24/7. or at least i hope. and i'm gonna dwnld all the songs i wan! and those movies tt i've missed! yea man!

okeys..for the convenience of me cow n she hong for kip hey mama-in den lalalala den reeewwiiindd in class..i haf found the lyrics for 'hey mama'...

(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you move, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty moma
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty

I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
Im a little bit of Or, and a bigger bit of Nu
The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never disease(NOO)
We multiply like we mathamatice
Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base move dramas)
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hot without bodygaurds
(I do) what I can
(Y'all come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Dont wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts
(lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
Now she be, its dirty, from the crew
BET, come and take heed, as we take the lead
(so come on bubba, dance to the druma)

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty

But the race is not, for the swiss
But who really can, take control of it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Tippa is ouuuuuut

Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling
O wata ting, hear blacka sing
grinding, and winding
and the madda be moving in a perfect timing
and we dance and dance to the end of the thing
and we're really to nice, it finga akin
like rice and peas and chicken and bling

Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la [fade])

pink m&m+polo sweet rocks!!