Trunk (car)
The trunk (North America and Jamaica) or boot (Commonwealth English) of a car is the vehicle's main storage compartment. In South Asia the trunk is usually called a dickie/dicky or slang diggy (Native: डिकी/डिग्गी/ڈکی/ڈگی ).
Designs
The trunk or luggage compartment is most often located at the rear of the vehicle. Early designs included an exterior rack mounted on the rear of the vehicle to which it was possible to attach a real luggage trunk. Later designs integrated the storage area into the vehicle's body and evolved to provide a streamlined appearance. The main storage compartment is normally provided at the end of the vehicle opposite to which the engine is located.
Some mid-engined or electric cars have luggage compartments both in the front and in the rear of the vehicle. Examples include the Volkswagen Type 3, Porsche 914, Porsche Boxster, Toyota MR2, and Tesla Model S. (Tesla calls their front trunk a "frunk".) The mid-engined Fiat X1/9 also has two storage compartments, although the rear one is small, easily accessible, and practically cuboid in shape.
Podcasts:
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by Vanilla Ice
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by Bread
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by DJ Clue
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by Shawn McDonald
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by Ramp
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by Roots Manuva
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by Current Swell
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by Josh Tobin
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by Van Helsing's Curse
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by Flotsam & Jetsam
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by Five Iron Frenzy
Too Cold
by: Vanilla IceAll right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back I got a brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo-I don't know
Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow
And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold, too cold
Too cold
but you be talkin' that shi*
Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, now as I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit the bull's eye, the kid don't play
And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style is like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and know you wanna step with this
Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJ's say "damn"
If rhyme was a drug, you know I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic and when I kick my juice
And if there was a problem, you know that I would solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there)
Ice Ice Baby, too fuc*in' cold
Too cold, too cold, too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby
Too cold, too cold
Ice Ice Baby