Archive janvier 2009
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Paroles de I Wanna Be Your Man : The Beatles
[Répétition 1] : (*2)
I wanna be your lover baby,
I wanna be your man
[Répétition 2] : (*2)
Love you like no other baby,
Like no other can
{Le refrain} : x4
I wanna be your man
[Répétition 1] (*2)
[Répétition 1] (*2)
{Le refrain} x4
[Répétition 1] (*2)
[Répétition 2] (*2)
I wanna be your man x5
Paroles de Me & My Doggz (Tear 'em Off) : Snoop Dogg
The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him
off.
I said "Oh my God They want to eat my husband
I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin thinner
My nigga Sparky-O was playin basketball
and my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggz
Dirty ???? gets CREAM, it's a good scheme
But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble...Friday cos that's what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew
but you didn't, you think I'm kiddin nigga, my Doggz scrap
They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back
Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Nate
he gotta pit named Tiny mobbin behind him
Now they've got Michael Corleone
Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin
He likes to smash on, uhh
and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast on
Doggz we keep em, busters we sweep em
and when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on stuck in paws
And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz
Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uhh, she got killed so I didn't need him
Uhh, it's like that, what about Sweetie?
He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need him
It's a cold thang but it's a cold game
but when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thang
Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down
cos if you don't then you can't represent the Pound
Now it's like a sport
and if I get caught I'm right back in court
So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell
but you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell
So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick
cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs
Ask my little homey Technique
I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat
but the rest of the pits they rollin wit me
We're layin low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-Du and the crew called the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick
Just last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me
???? bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feet
to get the bitch up off me
and I can't tame her and I can't blame her
That's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer
Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all
but I got more love for my motherfuckin Doggz
It's just....
{Le refrain} :
Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em)
(Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz
Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese
but as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm soopafly like Priest
I unleash my Doggz then I tilt my brim
I'm bout to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim
I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the pound
He gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clown
and when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2
and ain't a damn thang that your ass can do
I think it's cos he lost his big homey Don Killer see
who ran the whole yard and gangbanged OP
and leave your ass red and yeah half-head
He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg
Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear
Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head
and all the kid do was cry like a bitch
His life was a pit and mine's in the shit
{Le refrain}
(Beware, beware)
(Sick em) It's just me & my Doggz
I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard
Just in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard
....deadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where
people
encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to
prove it)
Paroles de Adieu : Teri Moïse
je voulais tout arranger
mais quelque chose en lui a changé
un sentiment si triste
me rongeait
l'idée que l'on se sépare c'était trop tard
[Répétition 1] :
il avait l'air ébahi
mais c'est son cœur qui nous a trahi
le besoin de tout dire m'envahit
et il est temps de se dire adieu
[Répétition 2] :
prise dans une toile de désespoir
j'ai prié
donne-moi la force de me sortir du passé
même si je crois que c'est l'amour
qui nous liait
il n'y a plus qu'un souvenir de ce qui était
c'est pas une question de chance
je sais que rien est gagné d'avance
tes mots pour moi ont perdu leurs sens
et je ne peux pas continuer l'amour jouer
[Répétition 1]
[Répétition 2]
Paroles de El Alma En Pie : Erika
Cuantas noches en mi cama pronuncie tu nombre
Entre estas cuatro paredes de mi habitacion
Cuantas horas esperado tu llamada ausente
o tu voz arrepentida en el contestador
Cuantas palabras calladas
Cuando entre tus labios
Los mios regalaron besos s
Sin contemplación
Cuantas tardes nos comiamos
A besos, cuantas
Tantas como dias hace que
te fuiste amor
No hay que mirar atras
Pues estoy luchando
Yo sin ti
No se como tenerme
Con el alma en pie
sin ti me cuesta respirar
Se muy bien que tu
Ami no volveras
Que sepas tu
Que como yo
Ningun amor se entregara
Yo sin ti
No se como tenerme
Con el alma en pie
Sin ti me cuesta respirar
El tren pasa una vez
Por ti no volvera
Que sepas tu
Que como yo
Ningun amor Se entregara
Es tanta la legania que se siente cuando
Has querido a alguien con toda tu pasión
Y de buenas a primeras
En quien confiabas
Se va llevandose los muebles de tu corazón
No hay que mirar atras
Pues estoy luchando
Yo sin ti
Sé muy bien..
Yo sin ti
El tren pasa...
Paroles de Libre (G) : Georges Chelon
Reviens
Reviens
Mon bon monsieur Seguin
Vous ne reverrez jamais plus
Votre petite chèvre blanche
Mon bon monsieur Seguin
Elle est partie avec un loup
Qui va lui déchirer le ventre
Reviens
Mais les jours passent
Et la neige tombait
C'était l'hiver, c'était l'hiver
Comme une mésange qui s'envole
Comme un ballon lâché
Libre
C'est la cloche d'une école
Qui sonne la récré
Libre
Reviens
Reviens
Disait monsieur Seguin
Chez moi tu ne manquais de rien
L'herbe était verte et tendre
Je sais monsieur Seguin
J'ai laissé mon cœur attaché
Au bout de la corde blanche
Reviens
Mais les jours passent
Et la neige tombait
C'était l'hiver, c'était l'hiver
Libre
Tu te sens libre
Libre
Tu te sens libre
Comme une mésange qui s'envole
Comme un ballon lâché
Tu te sens libre
Libre tu te crois libre
Libre tu te crois libre
C'est l'amour qui te donne des ailes
Folle que tu es
Tu n'es pas libre
Paroles de Ice Cream Trip On An Acid Van : Saez
Never wanted to leave this way
Never throught i'd want it to end
But now that i've woken you up
Can I lie with you ?
Never wanted to close my eyes
Never through I would enjoy it
But now that I have met you
Can I leave with you ?
Would you take me with you ?
Would you take me with you ?
Please, take me with you
Just take me with you
Paroles de Cyberraga : Madonna
May all be well with mankind
May the leaders of the earth in every way
Protect the earth by keeping to the right path
May there always be goodness
For those who know the earth to be sacred
May all the world be happy
Whatever I do
Whether my body, mind, sense, organs, intellect, self
Or out of natural inclination
I make it all an offering to
The all-pervading supreme being
Paroles de In My Lifetime (Original Ski Mix) : Jay-Z
[Jay-Z]
This song here..
.. is dedicated to Danny Dan, and may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
he did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So, I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uhh While niggaz are shootin stupid
I'm carefully plottin, ways to make it rotten
Well planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the low
half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
While you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours
I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass grow
and get a project nigga paid up the asshole
if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns I worship tons of money
tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
can't see me with the dough, uhh
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (for real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough *
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash
*1: (for real)
*2: (true)
*3: (true)
[Jay-Z]
More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play me
Ohh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
under some vagina, discussin the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen
Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream
They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name
with passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashin
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casino
Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino
Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act
Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child
You need to feel how sweet the skills be
to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Haha, f'real Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash.. ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
?, my V-A click running thick
D'Shawn definitly in the house
Roughness y'all, this how we do
Paroles de Nous Ne Sommes Pas : Autant En Emporte Le Vent
Moi quand il est parti, je l'ai pas retenu
Moi, il est jamais revenu
De toute façon, il sont tous pareils, ils nous regardent pas c'est
tout
Exactement, ils nous regardent. Ils n'y comprennent vraiment rien.
Un cœur d'enfant dans un corps de femme
La peur dedans, dehors le charme
Les mains qui glissent, le cœur aussi,
La mère du vice, les filles de qui ?
Les yeux des hommes sont des poignards,
Des métronomes toujours en retard,
Ils nous admirent, puis nous insultent
Nous traitent d'or et nous traitent de ...
{Le refrain} :
Nous ne sommes pas, ce que vous voulez.
Nous ne sommes pas, ce que vous croyez.
Nous sommes pires que ça, pires que ça.
Nous ne sommes pas, ce que vous voyez.
Nous ne sommes pas ce que vous pensez.
Nous sommes pires que ça, pires que ça.
Nous ne sommes pas, nous ne sommes pas comme ça
Regardez vous, regarde moi,
Qui est le fou, qui est le roi ?
Nous sommes des fleurs, vous nous fanez.
C'est utopique, faut pas pleurer.
{Le refrain}
On est pas que des mères, que des filles
D'la dentelle, de jolies yeux qui brillent.
On n'est pas, on n'est pas comme ça.
Nous ne sommes pas, ce que vous voulez ( Un cœur d'enfant, un corps
de femme )
Nous ne sommes pas, ce que vous croyez ( Les mains qui glissent, le
cœur aussi )
Nous sommes pires que ça, pires que ça.
Nous ne sommes pas, ce que vous voyez ( Nous sommes des fleurs, vous
nous fanez )
Nous ne sommes pas ce que vous pensez ( C'est utopique, faut pas
pleurer )
Nous sommes pires que ça, pires que ça
Nous ne sommes pas, nous ne sommes pas comme ça
Nous ne sommes pas
Paroles de Word Up : KoRn
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show yourself
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
We're about to go down
And you know just what to do
Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Glide by the people as they start to look and stare
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick mom
Come on baby tell me what's the word
{Le refrain} :
Word up (up up) everybody say
When you hear the call you've got to get it under way
Word up (up up) it's the code word
No matter where you say it you know that you'll be heard
Now all you sucker DJ's who think you're fly
There's got to be a reason and we know the reason why
You try to put on those airs and act real cool
But you got to realize that you're acting like fools
If there's music we can use it
Be free to dance
We don't have the time for psychological romance
No romance, no romance, no romance for me mom
Come on baby tell me what's the word
{Le refrain} x3
Paroles de Vulnerable : Secondhand Serenade
Share with me the blankets that your wrapped in
Because its cold outside cold outside its cold outside
Share with me the secrets that you kept in
Because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside
And your slowly shaking finger tips
Show that your scared like me so
Let's pretend we're alone
And I know you may be scared
And I know were unprepared
But I don't care
Tell me tell me
What makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure
Please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
Impossible
I was born to tell you I love you
Isn't that a song already
I get a B in originality
And it's true I cant go on without you
Your smile makes me see clearer
If you could only see in the mirror what I see
And your slowly shaking finger tips
Show that your scared like me so
Let's pretend we're alone
And I know you may be scared
And I know were unprepared
But I don't care
Tell me tell me
What makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure
Please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
Impossible
Slow down girl your not going anywhere
Just wait around and see
Maybe I am much more you never no what lies ahead
I promise I can be anyone I can be anything
Just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed
I can be anyone anything I promise I can be what you need
Tell me tell me
What makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that your so sure
Please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
Impossible
Paroles de Long Road Out Of Eden : Eagles
Moon shining down through the palms
shadows moving on the sand
somebody whispering the twenty-third psalm
dusty rifle in his trembling hands
somebody trying just to stay alive
he got promises to keep
over the ocean in america
far away and fast asleep
silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky
cold silver satellites, ghostly caravans passing by
galaxies unfolding, new worlds being born
pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn
but it's a long road out of eden
music blasting from an suv
on a bright and sunny day
rolling down the interstate
in the good ol' usa
having lunch at the petroleum club
smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives
he said: "gimme 'nother slice o' that barbecued brisket"
"gimme ‘nother piece o' that pecan pie"
freeways flickering, cell phones chiming a tune
we're riding to utopia, road map says we'll be arriving soon
captains of the old order clinging to the reins
assuring us these aches inside are only growing pains
but it's a long road out of eden
back home i was so certain
the path was very clear
but now i have to wonder: “what are we doing here?”
I'm not counting on tomorrow
and i can't tell wrong from right
but i'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight
weaving down the american highway
through the litter and the wreckage and the cultural junk
bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda
and now we're driving dazed and drunk
been down the road to damascus,
the road to mandalay
met the ghost of caesar on the appian way
he said, "it's hard to stop this bingeing, once you get a taste."
"but the road to empire is a bloody stupid waste."
behold the bitten apple - the power of the tools
but all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools
and it's a long road out of eden....
