Song with UPS in the lyrics

Discussion in 'Lighten UPS' started by dutchups, Nov 24, 2008.

  1. dutchups

    dutchups Member

    Heard this song on the radio today while delivering.....
    Never heard of the group, they are called: MIA
    The song is called: Paper planes.

    Not my kind of music, but just wanted to let you all know!


    Googled the video


    "we pack and deliver like UPStrucks"


    Regards from a snowy white Holland, Dutchups
     
  2. drewed

    drewed Shankman

    Yea, its about drug smuggling
     
  3. PassYouBy

    PassYouBy Unknown Acrobat

    That's music?!! I know its not your kind of music Dutch, but someone needs to put a stop to that CRAP!!:whiteflag:
     
  4. chev

    chev Nightcrawler

    I heard it on my XM a couple weeks ago. I can honestly say it won't be a song I will be looking to download. Awful. :dissapointed:
     
  5. Bigasshammm

    Bigasshammm New Member

    The Beastie Boys have a couple songs that UPS is mentioned in. Now that was good music.
     
  6. Big Babooba

    Big Babooba Well-Known Member

    Re: The thousand dollar turkey is gone.

    Let's not forget the song from early August of 1997.



    UPS Song (Men In Brown)
     
  7. stringerman85

    stringerman85 New Member

    Notorious B.I.G. / Craig Mack - Flava In Ya Ear (remix)

    Uhhhhhh,
    Uhhhhhh,
    :censored2:s is mad I get more butt than ash trays,
    F--- a fair one I get mines the fast way,
    The ski mask way,
    Uhh,
    Ransom notes,
    Far from handsome...but damn a :censored2: tote,
    [What ya' tote]
    more guns than roses,
    Foes is,
    shaking in their boots,
    Invisible bullies like The Gooch,
    Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,
    Take them rhymes back to the factory,
    I see,
    The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,
    The s--- is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,
    You're mad cause my style you're admiring,
    Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,
    You shoulda been a cop...f--- hip-hop,
    With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,
    Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,
    Pack the gat a lot,
    The flav's bout to drop uhh,
     
  8. outta hours

    outta hours Active Member

    MIA Paper Planes Lyrics


    I fly like paper, get high like planes
    If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
    If you come around here, I make 'em all day
    I get one down in a second if you wait

    I fly like paper, get high like planes
    If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
    If you come around here, I make 'em all day
    I get one down in a second if you wait

    Sometimes I feel sitting on trains
    Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
    Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame
    Bonafide hustler making my name

    Sometimes I feel sitting on trains
    Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
    Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame
    Bonafide hustler making my name

    All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
    And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
    And take your money

    All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
    And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
    And take your money

    All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
    And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
    And take your money

    Pirate skulls and bones
    Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
    Running when we hit 'em
    Lethal poison through their system

    Pirate skulls and bones
    Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
    Running when we hit 'em
    Lethal poison through their system

    No one on the corner has swag like us
    Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless
    We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
    A radio in hell just pumping that gas

    No one on the corner has swag like us
    Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless
    We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
    A radio in hell just pumping that gas

    All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
    And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
    And take your money

    All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
    And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
    And take your money

    All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
    And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
    And take your money

    M.I.A.
    Third world democracy
    Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
    So, uh, no funny business

    Some some some I some I murder
    Some I some I let go
    Some some some I some I murder
    Some I some I let go
     
  9. rod

    rod retired and happy


    Its got a nice beat and is easy to dance to.--I'll rate it a 2 ---(American Bandstand)
     
  10. stringerman85

    stringerman85 New Member

    Lol, that song is a classic, R.I.P. for the Notorious B.I.G.
     
  11. Skizoaustin

    Skizoaustin New Member

    Verse 1: (sleepy brown)
    dickie shorts and lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene
    gangsta boys bligga's lit, riding out talking ****
    :censored2: where you wanna go, you know the club don't close til four
    let's party til we can't no more, watch out here come the folks
    (andre 3000)
    as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
    reminiscent of charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos
    of :censored2:ville, USA via Atlanta, georgia, a lil' spot where
    young men and young women go to experience they first lil'
    taste of nightlife, me? well, I've never been there, well perhaps once
    but I was so engulfed in the "E"
    I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
    while the dj sweating out all the problems and troubles of the day
    while this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
    lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
    competing with "set it off" in the right
    but it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it
    "hey, hey look baby, they playin' our song"
    and the crowd goes wild as if holyfield has just won the fight
    but in actuality it's only about 3 am
    and three :censored2:s just done got hauled off in the ambulance (sliced up)
    two :censored2:s done start bustin' (wham, wham)
    and one :censored2: done took his shirt off talkin' bout
    "now who else wanna **** with hollywood court?"
    it's just my interpretation of the situation

    Hook: damn, damn, damn James

    Verse 2: (big boi)
    when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
    I can remember that damn thang like yesterday
    the way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on
    smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair
    I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed
    her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrap
    eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blinding a :censored2:
    felt like i chiefed a whole "O" of that presidential
    my heart was beating so damn fast
    never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world
    funny how **** come together sometimes (ya dig)
    one moment you frequent the booty clubs and the next four years
    you and somebody's daughter rising y'all own young'n
    now that's a beautiful thang, that's if you're on top of your game
    and man enough to handle real life situations (that is)
    can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money
    might not always be sufficient, but the united parcel service
    and the people at the post office, didn't call you back because you got
    cloudy piss, so now you back in the trap just that, trapped
    go and marinate on that for a minute
     
  12. tjdenherder

    tjdenherder Dispatcher ups nl

    hiya m8
    have a peek on this one.


    :happy-very:
     
  13. ups1990

    ups1990 Well-Known Member

    Biz Markie. Remeber this rapper? That song that said "your just a friend" There was a line that said "n-word please you work for UPS"