Archive janvier 2008
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Paroles de H To The Izzo : Jay-Z
Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...
[girls singing]
H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE
Thanks for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me
I appreciate that...uuunnnh...
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them
Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof...vamoose son of a bitch
[CHORUS]
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP
Holla at me...
I do this for my culture
To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster
Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures
Industry shady it need to be taken over
Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up
I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush
Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us
We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks
[CHORUS]
Yeah...
Hove is back, life stories told through rap
Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack
Like I told you sell drugs...no...
Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that
I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats
Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa
Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave
Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk
Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed?
Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law
So you know I seen it all before
I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight
To try and to fail, the two things I hate
Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay
[CHORUS]
[girls singing]
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... [4x to fade out]
Paroles de Somebody's Girl (R) : R. Kelly
[J] The sixty second assassin
[R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs
[J] Turn that music up
[R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand
[R] Hovahhhhhhhhh
[J] Woo Yes, yes
[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
Somebody's girl is at this party (woo)
Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)
Somebody's girl is at this party (woo)
Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right)
Somebody's girl is at this party (uh)
Sittin in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)
And she's comin home with me
[Jay-Z]
Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harm
But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm
Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him
And I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them on
Now - where's her man is not my concern
It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her out
Clear her whole area out
And bring this whole party little nearer to my house
Now - where's her spouse? I don't know
So, I don't ask, I don't probe
I just - get in 6, get out on Rov'
Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours
Now - back at the lab, I'm actin bad
Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on
Just a - select few, the fools are gone
It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Somebody's girl is at this party
Shakin that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris'
Somebody's girl is at this party
Sittin in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl is at this party
And she's comin home with me
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rock
Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock
And she's comin with me, when the beat stop
When the party is done, I party with hon
Now - is it my fault you neglect your broad
and she wanna party with me, no ex at all?
No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved
Just the highway exit that we exit off
And I - fall back, I let her talk
I inquire sometime, I admire her mind
I - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoes
I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the blues
I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules
And her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethin
that of which she has never seen
So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
The moral of the story if you love your bitch
you better - hold your hoe, hug your bitch
You better - slow your roll, trick some bread
When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said
"See ya when I see ya," now she's callin me up
And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"
Now she with the real, and you all fed
Like, "I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head"
[Chorus]
Paroles de After My Cheddar : 50 Cent
{Le refrain} :
When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl
your after me cheddar
And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do
girl
I'm after my cheddar
[50 Cent]
I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that
Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match
I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes
When I just wanna chill you wanna go out
See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out
You say I'm wrong when I dog yo ass like I should
now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good
{Le refrain}
[Lloyd Banks]
when you think about me grinding my fans
You even got more watch on but it's to much time on your hands
They say behind every good man is a woman
So tash pull up stash the cannon linen
I'll never be your chofuer to the mall
You'll learn to appreciate cd's and posters on the wall
fatal attractions is mad real
Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil's
{Le refrain}
[Tony Yayo]
They say money make the world go round
Material things make a hoe go down
I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG
Bitch I'm rich but I don't trick on GP
That's 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts
Bitch play the strip and put in work
Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract
Now I got to double up in case the condom snap
[50 Cent]
Look don't ask me for shit man
I aint got nothing for you man what?
Bitch what the fuck you mean I can't sing bitch
Bitch I'm Luther Vandross in the shower
G-UNIT
Paroles de I Really Want To Show You (feat K-Ci : Notorious BIG
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Wooo There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie.. Biggie..
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo]
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin G's .. I really wanna show you
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak
with the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday struggle
[Chorus]
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
[Nas]
Guns and diamonds
Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin
Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
High technology dealers, to the users and losers
Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers
My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash
for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby
[Chorus (repeat to fade)]
Paroles de Maximum Overdrive : 2 Unlimited
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive...
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive...
Speed it up the bass, take you down to the maximum
Maximum overdrive
The heat is on, ah, yeah, we gotta move on
Check the brakes and listen to the new song
We gonna overdrive ya to the maximum
Now I show you our trip's just begun
Rough and tough with your hands on the steering wheel
The will is strong the heart as steel
The maximum overload king of the road
Feel the tension high up in your throat
Step on the breaks
Speed it up the bass
Take you to the maximum
Take you to the maximum
Take you to the maximum
Take you to the maximum
Take you to the maximum
Take you to the maximum
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive...
Speed it up the bass, take you down to the maximum
Maximum overdrive
Put some pressure upon the gas
I don't know how long I'm gonna last
Feel the force of the main source
The power is strong with the strength of a horse
The ultimate ride that makes you to the overdrive
Remember this only the strong survive
Bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum
Take you down to the maximum
Maximum overdrive
Come on, come on now
Join me for a ride
Come on, come on now
And speed up the music
Bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum
Take you down to the maximum
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive...
Speed it up the bass, take you down to the maximum
Step on the breaks
Paroles de Walk On : U2
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on...
Stay safe tonight
You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can't sell it, can't buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Home... hard to know what it is if you've never had one
Home...I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is
I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
You can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme...
Paroles de One Me : R. Kelly
[Chorus ]
There can only be one me(can't nobody can't nobody do your body like
me)
[2X ]
[Verse 1]
I wanna make you moann
Do it all night long
Once I get you home
Baby girl it's on
I'm gonna kiss yo lips
Then I'm gonna raise yo slip
I'm gonna take your hand
And let you feel these ribs
I'm a winner?-, I'm a winner?-, I'm a winner?-
I'm a winner in bed
Go to dinner?-, go to dinner?-, go to dinner?-
Go to dinner in bed
Listen babe,
[Chorus]
There can only be one me(can't nobody can't nobody do your body like
me)
[2X]
[Verse 2]
I wanna show you love
From the bottom up
Once the light goes off
You can't get enough
I wanna be yo man
Not a one night stand
And if you take my hand
I bet 1 hundred grand
I'm a winner?-, I'm a winner?-, I'm a winner?-
I'm a winner in bed, yes I am
Go to dinner?-, go to dinner?-, go to dinner?-
And the dinner in bed, there can only be?-
[Chorus]
There can only be one me(can't nobody can't nobody do your body like
me)
[2X]
[Verse 3]
Girl open your dictionary look under love
And your gonna see my face
Come to bed right now lets cover up
Nothin' but sweat comin' between us in this place
[Chorus]
There can only be one me(can't nobody can't nobody do your body like
me)
[2X]
[Verse 4]
Do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be, do ya wanna be?-
Wanna be with me tonight
Do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see, do ya wanna see?-
How I'm gonna do yo body right
Do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go, do ya wanna go?-
Go on a 12 play ride
You'll be goin' all out
Like a prom night
And you won't make it home
Cuz you realize
[Chorus]
There can only be one me(can't nobody can't nobody do your body like
me)
[8X fade]
Paroles de In The Place To Be : La Razzia
Refrain:
L-Y-O-N, in the place to be
Lyon, in the place to be
Come on, get down in the place to be
La Razzia, in the place ya
Couplet 1: Selecter
Comme une traînée de poudre, mes vibrations drainent la foule
Un coup de foudre, mon Hip-Hop te fout la fougue
Boude, boude, à Lyon et sa banlieue
Le rap est là et n'est pas prêt de te dire adieu
Fonky beat, fonky fresh
La westcoast lyonnaise en plein effet
Pélot, enivrant, bien vivant
Si le Hip-Hop est mort, appelle-moi revenant
Big up aux gaus dans le mouvement, pélots dans le mouvement
Si t'es d'accord alors approuve-moi
Boum-Boum, ici c'est pas la Pégna cum cum
Cool-cool, sinon ça pète et ça fait boum-boum
A cent pour cent auto-production, L-Y en faction
Dis ' félicitation ', action
Ok, même catalogué
Je trace ma route, je suis un rappeur homologué
Refrain:
L-Y-O-N, in the place to be
Lyon, in the place to be
Come on, get down in the place to be
La Razzia, in the place ya
Couplet 2 : Shaman
Ici on aime quand ça brille, que nos cerveaux vrillent
Alors on arrive comme des clébards dans un jeu de quilles
Sur Lyon, mes scarlas kiffent le bling-bling
Nos gars sont dingues-dingues, les gaus en string-string
On est chauds, chauds quand on kiffe méchant
Et même bouillants, si le programme est alléchant
Hé papy, garde la face toujours happy
Faut que ça reste fonky, je remets ça sur le tapis
On est high, faut que ça braille
On pète la dalle, c'est du 69 style
On est au taquet, les chicos qui rayent le parquet
Parfait, La Razzia met le paquet
C'est frais, nouveau, toujours à niveau
Ecoute le son crapuleux qui sort du caniveau
D'emblée, tout le monde est raide tchialé
Emballé, le rap vivant, rien à signaler
Couplet 3 :
Selecter
On fait les choses concrètement, indiscrètement
Et très souvent à la recherche, en quête de meilleurs traitements
Vivement que le mouvement lyonnais
Soit au sommet comme l'Olympique est lyonnais
Dans une ambiance de pure folie
Pélot jamais n'oublie la traîtrise et l'hypocrisie
Ici, aux jaloux pas de place, non
Ne pas mourir, esquiver, positiver pour s'en sortir
Le bien que tu fais n'est pas perdu
Le V de la victoire viendra on te rassure
C'est sûr, on reste durs comme le mur
Invaincus, très crus et convaincus
Shaman
Toujours OP, on est là, toute une flopée
Avec mes gars derrière moi, tente de nous stopper
Je t'explique, mes lyrics sont explicits
Ma clique a du lexique et ça t'excite
Donc je cite : ' C'est les gars de La Razzia '
Tu ne connais pas encore nos bouilles
Visite le site : trois W, La Razzia.com tout attaché
On représente qui ? on l'a rabbaché
Paroles de La Complainte De La Ménagère : Marcel Et Son Orchestre
L'air de rien cette bas du cul
Voudrait bien prendre le dessus
Avec sa gueule de petit four
Elle aimerait me piquer mon tour
Elle a beau regarder en l'air
Avoir l'air de n'pas en avoir l'air
A moi on ne me la fait pas
Je n'aime pas ces manières là
Non mais, des fois… [(*2)]
Et puis avec sa copine
Elle baragouine quelques combines
Avec mon oreille extra fine
C'est pas l'tout mais je devine
Elle veut le reste de ris de veau
Y'en a encore plein le frigo
Mais juste pour la titiller
C'est ce que je vais commander
En entrant chez le boucher
Elle ne m'a pas salué
Quand j'ai dit quel temps y fait
Elle m'a répondu " ta gueule "
[Refrain :]
Non mais, des fois…
Non mais, des fois…
[(*2)]
C'est la complainte de la ménagère
Celle qu'est pas prête à se laisser faire
{Le refrain}
Si elle m’cherche elle va m'trouver
Dans mes poches les poings fermés
L’œil fixé les dents serrées
Prêt à lui éclater sa gueule
J'attends juste le à qui le tour
Pour m'avancer lui faire remarquer
Que comme j'ne suis pas à la chasse
Je ne dois pas perdre ma place
{Le refrain}
(Hooooo Je vous demande de vous arrêtez )
Paroles de Lil' Homies : 2 Pac
Fuckin lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies
My lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies
[2Pac]
Just pay attention
Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You catch him in his G ride, touchin his glock
Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace
for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH)
Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore youu get to sinnin on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Lil' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' niggaz run the sreets
(my fuckin lil' homies)
[2Pac]
I remember.. when you was just a lil' G
Flirting with death, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME
Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on?
Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home
Love to squad plus your mob is sick
A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit
Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know
Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries?
Will all your homies ride?
Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died?
Young niggaz on a mission to compete
Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets
Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo'
and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK)
Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me
Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH
You lil' bad motherfuckers
You motherfuckers know what time it is
Yeah nigga
Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers
Under eighteen.. better protect that shit
[2Pac]
First to bomb, sixteen on death row
Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so
Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast
Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass
Is there a heaven for a G?
And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace?
On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls
makin money off of crack sales, young black males
Unable to change cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do
Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro
Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz
Tellin the world to be equipped
When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit
Drew down on me, pull a pound on me
Bust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Whassup nigga let's do this shit My lil' homies
Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz My lil' homies
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil' homies
Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil' homies
[Chorus]
[2Pac - over Chorus]
Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers
What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?
Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies
We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz Wessyde
You know what time it is, my lil' homies
[2Pac as Chorus fades out]
You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga
My lil' homies..
Paroles de Un P'tit Tour : Les Cowboys Fringants
J'ai pas un rond, pis à vrai dire, chu pomal paumé
C'est vrai qu'j'ai pas travaillé bin bin fort c't'année
J'fais d'la musique a'ec des chums dans un vieux logement
Pis entre tout ça, j'pense à toi d'temps en temps
Viens donc faire un p'tit tour dans mon appartement frette
On s'gèle le cul, mais c'pas grave, on s'collera en d'ssous des
couvertes
Viens donc faire un p'tit tour dans mon appartement frette
Pis si d'main tu m'aimes encore j'frai p't'être réparer la
chauffrette
Chez nous c'pas propre: c't'à limite du taudis
Les murs sont en cartons a'ec d'la vieille tapisserie
Fait attention en entrant pour pas faire de bruit
Parce que mon coloc travaille sul chiffre de nuit
Viens donc faire un p'tit tour dans mon appartement frette
On s'gèle le cul, mais c'pas grave, on s'collera en d'ssous des
couvertes
Viens donc faire un p'tit tour dans mon appartement frette
Pis si d'main tu m'aimes encore j'frai p't'être réparer la
chauffrette
Si dans soirée tu t'es pas déjà poussée
Y me reste du pain, j'te f'rai des toats pis du café
C'est tout c'que j'peux t'offrir, y a rien dans le garde-manger
J'espère qu'un de ces quatre que j'puisse te redemander
Viens donc faire un p'tit tour dans mon appartement frette
On s'gèle le cul, mais c'pas grave, on s'collera en d'ssous des
couvertes
Viens donc faire un p'tit tour dans mon appartement frette
Pis si d'main tu m'aimes encore j'frai p't'être réparer la
chauffrette
Viens donc faire un p'tit tour dans mon appartement frette
On s'gèle le cul, mais c'pas grave, on s'collera en d'ssous des
couvertes
Viens donc faire un p'tit tour dans mon appartement frette
Pis si d'main tu m'aimes encore j'frai p't'être réparer la
chauffrette
Paroles de Papa, ô Papa : Jean-Claude Darnal
Y avait dans le désert qui conduit tout là-bas
Un homme rude et fort qui marchait à grands pas
Derrière un petit gars lui emboîtait le pas
Mais n'y arrivait pas
Papa, ô Papa, attends-moi je ne peux pas
Papa si tu vas à grands pas faire ton pas
Un pas c'est un pas mais ton pas je ne l'ai pas
Papa, ô Papa, je ne peux pas
Parfois le bonhomme s'arrêtait pour laisser
Laisser au gamin le temps d'le rattraper
Sitôt qu'ils étaient à nouveau rassemblés
Alors il repartait
Papa, ô Papa, attends-moi, je ne peux pas
Viens là mon p'tit gars, t'en fais pas, prends mon pas
Un pas c'est un pas mais ton pas je ne l'ai pas
Viens là mon gars ne t'en fais pas
La marche avançait mais le temps défilait
Notre homme vieillissait, le gamin grandissait
Son pas s'allongea et maintenant pas à pas
Ils s'en allaient là-bas
Papa, ô Papa, regardes moi, faire mon pas
Papa si tu vas à grands pas j'fais comme toi
Un pas c'est un pas et ton pas c'est mon pas
Papa, papa, je fais ton pas
Y avait dans le désert qui conduit tout là-bas
Un homme rude et fort qui marchait à grands pas
Laissant derrière lui un vieillard qui a dit
Adieu, j'arrête ici
Vas, vas, mon p'tit gars d'un bon pas n'attends pas
Mon pas est trop las, vas tout seul vers là-bas
Un jour tu verras un gamin qui suivra
Ton pas et le rattrapera
Un jour tu verras un gamin qui suivra
Ton pas et le dépassera
