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mr. morningside and b.i.g. - mustangs season 2015 lyrics

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what’s up omaha?

kraftbefehl

der josch

it’s mhk

schwanne… – hey shut up man, focus!

b.i.g

handog millionaire b-tches

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it is time, to review the season now again
every rhyme describes the ups and downs in which we’ve been
these lines won’t ever leave your mind man for real
2 rappers mr. m and b.i.g

morningside mustangs season 2015
39 people squad like a football team
our record 10 wins – 7 losses – 1 tight
you have something to add mr. morningside?

3 miles 5 miles a cooper every week
up the hill down the hill no matter how steep
body workout gimme 100 v-ups
high jumps at rugger “make sure you pull your knee up!”

on the weekends away game leaving at ten
where are we playing coach? today william penn
bus drive, peanut b-tter jelly toast, powerade
they all taste the same – no i think blue is great

heading to the game we got the party flair
turning up the music, vamos berber
no purpling allowed, stay separate, okay?
coach is there a shower? no not today

hains you remember nebraska? yes what a sick game!
after this fight everyone became a mustang fan!
no matter who played, everybody did his best
no matter starter or sub, each of us impressed

it was in the overtime, almost last minute
bring it in mustangs, come on let’s win it
joao takes the ball: win or defeat?
what do i want: pizza or meat?

he dribbles one, two, three to the four
lays the ball to jesse, jesse scores
what a sick game, win 1:0
golden corral not dominos – joao, our hero!

are we getting home, safely before ten?
mr.m depends if the bus dies again
finally arrived, day off is coming closer
tomorrow at six at the clocktower, kosher?

3:2 against doane, we came back twice
josh, for real, your volley goal was nice
c’mon, thanks mate, #appreciate
your good mate, anyway haters gonna hate

we broke the school record against mount marty
down to the locker room, no win without a party
13:0 it went way too far
let’s get drunk at the minibar

a traditional rivalship, since däcades in sioux city
losing against those guys would be such a pitty
but everything is fine, listen to this
you say muck forningside? we say buck friar cliff!

freeeezeee

you think that’s it?
no mames, shit is just going to get real

this shit goes out to all our dogs in this team
winning the gpac, united in a dream
it’s a four year project, keep that in mind
together we can make it, all power combined

that shit goes to:
tim, the earthman, the tallest man on earth
our number one header, drew “gerchy” gerch
my dog logan holz and party animal leo
the best goalie indoor, who is it? geo!

viva la r-ssa, mis mexican carnales
dan, elvis, arthuro, juan rosalez
tranquillo, tranquillo, et solo un quego
campéo de boxeo, solo che canelo

they call him tom peter alfred: tpak
believe me guys, this man is nothing, but… okay
loco, felipe, nossa arthur
poha, toce pau doro

that goes to zach, tony, alex, jared and ben
next weekend party in poppin again?
to jessie, he started from the bottom now he is here
i hope we can play with you for another year

to jared amundsen, our number one kicker
gomis, lukas, kris that n-gg-
i’ll allow it, right kyle bower?
to our dutch guys, juan pablo, lukas brower

julius, joao my lazy working buddies – whatever
forever team maintenance, team maintenance forever
no matter boys or girls, a humba after every game
paul quildres quil…… what was his name?

to murat turan, the one who’s always broke
to the californian reece, tell another joke
a freshman from bielefeld, sebastian schoon
common leon köhl, now slay that godd-mn beeep

chase our slenderman, shane our yoga fan
coach maxon we are sure, you gotta four year plan
self checkout at walmart, who is that? beenie boy?
big box billy boy, oh he is gonna enjoy

the gorgeous one, tobi, descended from heaven
studying in the library, 24/7
to bj, maggie, jackson and finn
to our trainer dan, to judy and les king

a newborn haines, bodybuilding at its best
gains 20 pounds in 2 weeks, who would have guessed
der josch, will we also working on my chest?
h-a-doublen-e-s hannes yes!

ey tripl-nickl, still waiting for your track
everything you send us was completely whack
shut the f-ck up tripl-nickl is back
i’m gonna release some dope shit, i’m gonna attack

it is the end of the season, coach i hope you fail to hear
that now it is the time for us to have some beer
we are not gonna overact, just to make that clear
now circle it up, mustang it and get us out of here

sometimes it went up
sometimes it went down
sometimes it went up
sometimes it went down
sometimes it went up
sometimes it went down
up, down, up down, up, down, up, down

make sure you thank the bus driver!

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