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cabbage on New Years for good luck?making cabbage soup
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I usually make stuffed cabbage rolls, baked with kholbasi and a pork roast and sour kraut.
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I make soup with cabbage,sausage and potatoes with cornbread
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I do the cabbage patch dance....does that count?
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I do the cabbage patch dance....does that count? |
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Sweeeeeeet.
Doin the whiteboy dance. |
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Black eyed peas and cornbread!!! I was taught that was the Texan way for good luck meal on New Years!!!!
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since we dancing Do you dream, that the world will know your name
So tell me your name And do you care, about all the little things or anything at all? I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside, said I wanna feel I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive Just to know I'm alive I wanna live, just to see the day, when we all get along I wanna scream, scream my song outloud For everyone to hear Do you believe, in the day that you were born, Tell me do you believe And do you know That everyday is a first, For the rest of your life, And Ohhh Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon And you know the pain, That brought you here today, so what can you do And you know the tears, for losing those you love When yesterday's gone So please remember Not to waist another day, not to worry your mind And please forgive me, For taking so much time, to get back on my feet And Ohhh, yeah Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon And i'll fight it out, cause I know I can And i'll sleep tight when your not here, oh no I won't surender This is to one last day in the shadows And to know a brothers love This is to new york city angels In the rivers of our blood This is to all of us, This is to all of us Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon (x2) Don't tell me if I'm dying Don't tell me if I'm dying heres some music |
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Throw your hands in the air...and wave em' around like you just dont care.
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Throw your hands in the air...and wave em' around like you just dont care. |
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Throw your hands in the air...and wave em' around like you just dont care. Lol..which one. Theres million different songs that have that in there. |
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Edited by
misstina2
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Wed 12/24/08 09:47 AM
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Throw your hands in the air...and wave em' around like you just dont care. Lol..which one. Theres million different songs that have that in there. Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer Hey this is my jam Yall don't understand I'll make you understand What's pumpin in my CD player (player) Party all night like yayer (yayer) Shawty got a hand in the ayer (ayer) Make me want to take it dayer Then I go, here I go, here is my song DJ bring it back come in my zone I get paid for them couple bonez The next wop until the early morn I need that crunk when I'm up in tha club Even my when my chevy pull up on them dubs Give me that drop yellow waist like a drug Lil mama hot and she might show me love O hot damn Celebrate to tha A.M I love it so much it got me sayin [Chorus: Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2] Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer [Verse 2: Flo Rida] Hey Heyy I might just start the wave Like I'm at a ball game do my thang Hands up high I got money in tha bank I'm so fly 747 pain Rock it no stop it how I got my name Baby keep poppin you might get tha fame Walk tha red carpet wont see you the same I get tha stuntin forget my name Start with me Ride with me Represent tha city vibe with me Make me throw it up ma timid in tha club Go ahead throw it up gotta wonder How much to show enough to stare(stare) I'm hood so it's really unfair (unfair) Shorty go ahead and get bare(bare) We aint gonna treat our city like the mayor (mayor) [Chorus: Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2] Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer Alright now stop oooo put your hands in the ayer it's a stick (a stick up stick up) it's a stick up just to tha ceilin man |
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Lol...gotcha.
Your gangsta. |
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