James Wesley Dodd (March 28, 1910 – November 10, 1964) was best known as the MC of the popular 1950s Disney TV show The Mickey Mouse Club, as well as the writer of its well-known theme song, "The Mickey Mouse Club March". A slowed-down version of this march, with different lyrics, became the "Alma Mater" that closed the show.
Dodd had some early film roles in The Three Mesquiteers series of westerns. Coincidentally, he performed in two unrelated series whose names were plays on "musketeers".
Dodd made his first screen appearance in the 1940 William Holden film Those Were the Days! in a minor role. He also played the taxi driver in the MGM film Easter Parade starring Fred Astaire and Judy Garland. Dodd had a small role in an early episode of Adventures of Superman, titled Double Trouble. He also appeared in many theatrical films in the 1940s and 1950s, often uncredited. Two of those films were biographies of baseball players: The Jackie Robinson Story, in which Jackie Robinson played himself, and The Winning Team, in which future president Ronald Reagan played pitcher Grover Cleveland Alexander. He also appeared with John Wayne in the film Flying Tigers.
Martha Tilton (November 14, 1915, Corpus Christi, Texas -December 8, 2006, Brentwood, Los Angeles, California) was an American popular singer, best known for her 1939 recording of "And the Angels Sing" with Benny Goodman. She was sometimes introduced as "The Liltin' Miss Tilton".
Tilton and her family lived in Texas and Kansas, relocating to Los Angeles when she was seven years old. While attending Fairfax High School in Los Angeles, she was singing on a small radio station when she was heard by an agent who signed her and began booking her with larger stations. She then dropped out of school in the 11th grade to join Hal Grayson's band.
After singing with the quartet Three Hits and a Miss, she joined the Myer Alexander chorus on Benny Goodman's radio show, Camel Caravan. Goodman hired Tilton as a vocalist with his band in August 1937. She was with Goodman in January 1938, when the band performed the first jazz performance at Carnegie Hall. She continued to appear as Goodman's star vocalist through the end of 1939.
Storch
S. Dot
The Dynamic Duo
Woo womp, womp, woo womp, womp
Woo womp, woo womp
It's what your body sayin'
Woo womp, womp, woo womp, womp
Woo womp, woo womp
Chris Brown is in the building
The young boy just turned 16
And I got 64's and hot bikes that I rock
Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock
But all that swinging in that bikini just make 'em vicious
Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop
'Cause you speaking that slang that I talk
That sassy tempo with that walk
May be the reason that all these teenies may never see me
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot
(Gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got
(Gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
You could be in the back saying gimme gimme, gimme
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot
(Gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got
(Gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying gimme gimme, gimme
Ma, take a break, let me explain to you
What ya body got a young boy ready to do
If you take a chance to let me put them things on you
I could show you why I make them straight A's in school
I'm a hustla, trust my frame and age
Got you thinking that I'm just too young to turn your page
I can picture us switching lanes in the coupe
With you on the phone screaming my name
(Chris!)
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot
(Gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got
(Gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying gimme gimme, gimme
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot
(Gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got
(Gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying gimme gimme, gimme
Woo womp, womp, woo womp, womp
Woo womp, woo womp
Girl you serious and I been watching you
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Woo womp, woo womp
This' what your body's saying
Woo womp, womp, woo womp, womp
Woo womp, woo womp
(Yeah)
Woo womp, womp, woo womp, womp
Woo womp, woo womp
This what your body's sayin'
(Oww)
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot
(Gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got
(Gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying gimme gimme, gimme
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot
(Gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got
(Gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac
You could be in the back saying gimme gimme, gimme
V.A.
Yeah, ha
Yeah, ma don't be frontin' like
You don't know what's goin' on
You know you want it girl dont act like you dont want it girl I want it just as bad as you do
And look see I can tell from this lil vibe you got me feeling that you diggin me boo im diggin yo too
You wanna be one of the chosen few then gone jig up in this motherfucker maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in the crib where u can chill dont have to move a muscle
Give you some dick good now you be good daddy gone hustle
Come here let me whisper in yo ear I gotta tell ya something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something
Be in some thang dreamin now im fenin like im on someting
Girl dont hold it from me cuz right now Ill be then strong armed it
I aint the type that will ruin ya life by runnin game and throwin ya dreams
Get in ya brain teach ya game need cha pain and show ya thangs
Sit cha on some leather seats while blowin green and switchin lanes
Girl stop playin let me beat it out the frame
She 5 foot 7 a hundred and thirty nine pounds
36 24 38 pretty fine brown bad lil broad
I aint seen her in a minute since the all-star games and im still tryin to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell thangs
He caught a fed case and her aint leave her no change
She sold all his jewls she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club strippin for the stars
Sliding down the pole slow drop it to the split
Pussy poppin on the handstand man she the shit
Still lookin tight though still built right though
Run my game right and after the club she might go
Back to the telly with me shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
Got Lil Webbie with me and he aint hatin
We some playas in this bitch so baby stop ya hesitating
Now I can tell by yo size that that pussy is fire
So Im here and willin to give you whateva require
For you to lay down on yo back and then open yo thighs
Long sharp deep and wide have ya rolling ya eyes
You a big fine horse to have no choice but to just try it
Look like its worth a couple of g's but aint some shit that i'll buy
Let me whisper in yo ear again I aint gone lie
I might share a lil mel just dont tell nobody
Look you know you want it girl dont act like you dont want it girl you want it just as bad as i do
But check this out you go be wishing that u been gave me yo numba by the time I finish rumbling with you
Whop whop get loose Lets take this shit to the room
And you just keep yo self excited til we get to the room
Cuz I been rocked up since I met cha Im ready to give ya the blues
Dont stunt now take off ya shoes dont act confused you know what time it is
Damn lil mama.........I aint gon' lie yo dome action is vicious.......
Feels like I'm in yo pussy when you suckin' my dick......
Feels like Im in yo pussay........when your suckin my dick........
Gimme Head Hoe
Smack it up flip it, rub it down
Feel so good when you go down town
I like it when you moan and groan and make that sound
I love to see your face when you do that frown
Dont hold back just do yo job
lick it up and down like corn on the cob
Slob on my knob while yo pussy throb
Gimme head till Im deader than a fuckin Doorknob
Theraputic and healin, couldn't fight the feelin
She pulled my dick back like a banana pealin'
Her throat game platinum worth a million
Put her on a track we can make a killin'
She can wrap her whole mouth around a fireman pole
Suck a tennis ball through a garden hose
Low cut jeans like to show that flesh
Pierced toungue ring big lips and breasts
Extasy, Hennesy
Broccoli, the remedy
Late night creepin at the Embassy
Im hard like Im out the penetentary
Baby got back like a slab of ribs
Dang near wanna make her have my kids
Take her home let her meet my mom and dad
Then introduce her to all my niggs
Front back, side to side
Gettin good head while Im in my ride
Dip to the crib then we do it again
Have a deepthroat contest you and your friends
Like the 4th of July Im tryin to reach my peak
Pull it out your mouth now its time to skeet
Shoot it everywhere while Im beatin my meat
In your face in your hair all over the sheets
Up and down, in and out,
Let me fuck you in yo mouth
Slow, dome head, thats the type of shit Im talkin bout'
Gimme dat, Gimme dat, Im so glad you into that
If chewin's, what your doin, then you best believe Im comin back
Black, White, Asian, and Latino don't discriminate
Take it out, take it to the face, then ejaculate
Freaky bitch, nasty bitch my nigg I swear she love this shit
Dont trip pimpin she gon' swallow it if you bust in it
Look into her eyes, she gon' cum, in the process
Have her panties soakin' wet, try to make her choke on it
Deep-throat action hard, dick is what Im packin'
When she coughin, when she gaggin' she get pimp satisfaction....
Got a nigga weak, in the knees uh
Speakin in another toungue, thank you mama cita
Thats the way you freak her, Papita in her beak uh
Feelin like that pussy let me stroke it a little deeper
(AMBA!)
Gimme dat fire (fire)
Gimme dat flame (flame, flame)
Gimme dat (gimme dat)
Gimme dat (gimme dat)
Gimme dat (gimme dat)
Absolutely you can gimme dat
If it’s mine (gimme dat)
It’s good for me (gimme dat)
I want it all
Gimme dat bible
Gimme dat mic
I’ll drop Jesus anyway so he can make a disciple
Can’t surpass Christ there’s no takin’ his title
A passion for Christ I’ll have you prayin’ for revival
Gimma my city, yeah
Gimme dat– less fish
Gospel of peace, yeah
You can give me dat– fresh kicks
Gimme dat
Vest with your blessin’ Lord I’m desperate
You gave me your life
So I look forward to my exit
I used to be a punk-kid
Used to wanna run, with
Dudes dat wanna hunt that
Turned our ones into hundreds
Used to run the blunt to be blunt
I wanted trees just to alter my mind
Now I find im wantin’ Jesus
Used to run and roll mad deep with the street clique
Corner holdin’ heat on the low like a secret
God’s spirit penetrated my soul on a sneak tip
Took control now I’m in his floor like a leaflet
Gimme dat fire
Gimme dat flame
Gimme dat fresh wind
Gimme dat rain
Gimme dat freedom
You can have the chains
Gimme dat God who can gimme all things
Gimme dat fire, flame
Gimme dat fresh wind
Gimme dat rain
Gimme dat freedom
You can have the chains
Gimme dat God who can gimme all things
I know you got riches
I know you got ice
Your life is a big party
You’re partyin’ all night
You don’t mind not knowin’ Christ
In your mind dat’s alright
You might not get this now
But you’re kind of a Saul type
You keep with the trends
Cool’s your middle name
On your pants you got a chain
The juice like Lil’ Wayne
You’re tattooed in a Benz
Maybe you’re inarranged
Ladies, you drivin’ crazy
Nothin’s crazier than your frame!
(This is a shame!)
It’s the age and I’m game
To be an agent of change
And at age, it’s like a page in a flame
Just smoke, just mirrors, just vapor is plain
You see, a Holy God is not one of your favorite things
I was just like you,
But God moved on a fellow
Gave me good news
Dat I could use on the ghetto
Maybe it’s you who wants a
U-turn to settle
You dead or you do??
I’ll tell you it’s been settled
Gimme dat fire
Gimme dat flame
Gimme dat fresh wind
Gimme dat rain
Gimme dat freedom
You can have the chains
Gimme dat God who can gimme all things
Gimme dat fire, flame
Gimme dat fresh wind
Gimme dat rain
Gimme dat freedom
You can have the chains
Gimme dat God who can gimme all things
So you got platinum?
We got our Lord
If we want, we could ask him
But he’s our reward
Gotta be perfect
It can’t be three out of four
If you’re sick of fallin’ short
Then he got a cure
Gimme dat cure, dat door, dat hero
Gimme dat grace dat never chased the dinero
How much glory should you give your boy? Zero
That would cause beef with the Lamb like a Gyro
Gimme dat day reaches you over shinin’
Truth over rhymin’
Virtue over diamonds
Gimme some change
Sometimes I do need the dough
Gimme some pain
Somethin’ — I do need to grow
Gimme what I won’t ask for
Don’t gimme what I seek
When I creep, I’m a sheep
Gimme your pasture
Gimme life
Just like you intended
It’s like to see you raise the day you ascended
Gimme dat fire
Gimme dat flame
Gimme dat fresh wind
Gimme dat rain
Gimme dat freedom
You can have the chains
Gimme dat God who can gimme all things
Gimme dat fire, flame
Gimme dat fresh wind
Gimme dat rain
Gimme dat freedom
You can have the chains
Gimme dat God who can gimme all things
Yeah, this is just to let cats know
Don’t focus on what you can’t have
Get all you can have
We call dat freedom
Dat’s the joy of God
And his poeple
In his world
On his terms
SHOUTOUT TO PASTOR E!
Yeah
Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat
I want it all, I want it all
Gimme dat
Lock that fuckin door, yo
Lock all that shit
[VERSE 1: Armageaddon]
Y'all muthafuckas can't hold me back
Holdin gats drunk off of cognac
Laughin at life and how my goal be makin the hoes react
Ridin in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin stars
Overwhelmin, any average rapper will find it hard
To deal with the way my Squad puts metal to flesh
We rebels to death, leakin body heat, decimals less
My shotie completes the measure of death
I'm hittin your chest
I'm only 1100 double threat, beware of the rest
Terror Squad's everywhere like weed smoke
If my pump shotie was sweet chokes
I'd twist the whole place with three strokes
Dump this? sawed-off barrel
I send your soul to follow the blast
And see how far the noise will travel
Big Eaddie's name never lost his value
I told you before on Joe's album
We been illin since the holy pharaohs
Run out of heat, I still burst you with bangers
Believe, me and violence connect and we have our own personal language
[CHORUS]
Money - gimme dat
Power - g-gimme dat
Guns - gimme dat
Freedom - g-gimme dat
Pussy - gimme dat
Drugs - g-gimme dat
[shot] gimme dat
Respect, better gimme dat [x2]
[VERSE 2: Armageaddon]
Hey yo, your era's over
And your peoples lack the charm or persona
The sound of my chrome be bangin from home to Arizona
My gun be clickin like your chain on my neck, claim my respect
Give me a pound or feel the pain in your chest
I only bang with T.S.
That's some Squad that God returned to the surface
Bustin scary-ass burners that burst through your epidermes
Niggas respect the verses, my shit is heat, so I'ma set the furnace
To burn whoever's yearnin to hurt this
Nigga, tell me I ain't bringin the pain
If I ain't leave in a train
I'm probably fleein from puttin 3 in your brain
See what I'm sayin, it's all about this
Guns, murder and chips
And I gathered all in the palm of my fist
This is who Armageaddon is
Raw to the brain, I'm sort of insane
But yet in never fall in the game
It's not enough, I need to fatten my stacks
More guns - g-g-gimme dat
More power and respect - gimme dat
[CHORUS x4]
See what I'm sayin?
Ain't no stoppin me
This was God's plan
This is what I am
This is who Armageaddon is
In every sense of the word
Year 2000's around
And I'm still breathin life through my nostrils, bitch
I ain't goin nowhere
I'ma remain in your faces
Until my demise is televised
I told y'all niggas
Where my Terrorists at?
Where all my Terrorists at?
Throw your guns up in the air
More money!
More power!
More respect!
Take this muthafucka over
Fight for your muthafuckin freedom!
Bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, nigga
[Verse 1:]
"Me and my dudes roll in the disco
Mean with the shine, with a sheen like Crisco
Get my Quota up by the end of the fiscal…
I'm gone be draped from my toes to my lymph notes
Yea the boy Diggz split wigs, so lets go
Down to my dungeon where my playmates go
Lookie here little nigga I don't joke
Long dick is vicious, bitches call me the pope
Yea the bass bump, feel it in the back of your throat
Get your heart rate pumping like a rail of the coke
Heard your girl pop pussy and her panties are soak
Plus she like being dominated, pass me the rope
Pass me the soap, make sure I'm fresh as a loaf
Boyo loco, better have my money I hope
See I'm here to get smashed, maybe palm some ass
Now tell me, have you ever met a nigga like thaaaat!"
[Chorus:]
"Lookie here, you ain't never heard this before
Lookie here, you ain't never heard thisss
Lookie here, you ain't never heard this before
Lookie here, you ain't never heard thisss
Now gimme dat, gimme dat , gimme dat [x3]
Gimme dat…
Gimme dat…"
[Verse 2:]
"Me and three cuties in and out the backstreets
Two of them naked making out in my backseat
Headed to mi casa for drinks and pasta
Bout to get wild, got them doing the cha cha
The boy don't stop, won't flop, I'm killing it
You just pissed nigga cause your chica be feeling it
I'm known round the world, girlfriend no lie
Jdigga nigga yes I'm really so fly
Girl you look tired come and lay on a guy
Maybe if you ready, baby we can get right
Profession-ale when I'm laying the pipe
Moi caliente when I spit on the mic
Yea there is something bout this nigga, bitches say I'm they type
Say they want to roll with me, take a spin on my bike
We can get up in the ring, you can put up a fight
Either way, I'ma get inside that oochie tonight!"
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
"Now what you see is what you get
What you hear is not a test
Gimmie dat, gimmie dat, gimme dat
Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat" [x2]