Search results for 'Food Truck Festivals of America'

dem chalice
And dem a smoke dem cigar
Bong diddly diddly come by motor truck, bus or car
Bong diddly woodily did no deal no tribal war
Cause a Festival

in the air
When we blowing yeah

Food trucks everywhere in the summer
She selling pumpum call her summer
Festival everywhere vendors on every corner

in the air when we blowing yeah
Food trucks everywhere in the Summer
She selling pumpum call her summer
Festival everywhere vendors in every corner

won't apologize for
Anything at all
That's not what the mic's for (nope)

Listen up, here's a sight for your eye-sores
Children of America, starting up

cash a the money mi collect tell America mi sorry but e food affi mek dutty money wash e clean it might nuh god bless alright, still a guh hard from e

Eye 4 an Eye

Geto Boys

Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly

1998

a redneck race 
(Fuck that nigga let's slug one nigga)  
Tied the bitch by his ankles to the back of a truck
Rag his ass till his body parts whip to fuck up

What if we're food when
Those alien crewman zoom in
You animalistic, cannabilistic, "Destroy these humans"
Not the cows and sows, other steroid

the sails
Haul on that bowline we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea

I think I'll call it America, I said as we hit

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

Bob Dylan

Bringing It All Back Home

1965

the sails
Haul on that bowline we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea

I think I'll call it America, I said as we hit

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream [Previously Unreleased Track]

Taj Mahal, The Phamtom Blues Band

Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan

2012

When they are far away at sea

"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain

lung taste
Got money to bungee, you don't want this hate
Yo, I can throw it down and watch it come back up
You food, but you don't really want this

like poison in your food go head and try it

As a toddler they took your Tonka truck they made you run it
As a adolescent never grabbed a weapon had

I'm gonna move to Corpus. I love the beach. Find me some flip-flops, let my hair get sun-bleached
Buy me a food truck, make the best tacos around.

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

stood in the dirt as the bulldozers charged them and stopped right at their toes. Or people waved clubs at them, charged them with logging trucks

the soul catchers can get you

I'm always at a festival
But never see the band 

Take a ride
In an igloo covered truck 
Look out for the pipers
They have

livin
I'm out to get it my truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers

Who?

Outlawz

Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Us [Clean]

2000

Yo yo 
What up 
One luv 
One thug 
Know what y'all mutha fuckas need? 
What we need nigga? 
Know what America need? 
What do America need? 
A Outlaw

I en aquel festival que tant ens agrada
Dels que tenen food trucks amb llumetes penjades
Que organitza el cunyat i ens regala entrades
Que hi toca

the truck going yo me and Gene Poole
We're gonna hit up all these sicked up fucks
Everybody get ready
Drop your masks and turn the safeties off
Here we go,

Everybody wanna act up, pull up
But you’re silent when that black truck pull up
Wolf is in the building
Now the sheep pull their wool up
Luvs huggy

of America ain't checking for me
'Cause even my dumb shit is too much for 'em intellectually
So I'm, unappreciated like a bass solo
K Solo, or a porn star's

truck
I send slugs and make em all (run)
To the hills drums start to spill with the tongue gettin' ill
Cuz for real I'm trill and Kingdom ain't one

take you back to America
To be my wifey
I'll let you hop in the truck
They won't check, most likely

I don't speak Spanish sir, sir, sir
I don't speak