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Paroles de So Whatcha Gone Do Now? : Public Enemy
Talkin dat drive by shit
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit
Talkin dat drive by thang
Everybody talking dat gangsta swang
Slaves to the rhythm of the master
Buck boom buck another
Neighborhood disaster
(drummer hit me one)
A gun iz a gun iz
A muther fuckin gun
But an organized side
Keep a sellout niga on the run
What you gonna do to get paid
Step on the rest of the hood
Till the drug raid
See you runnin like roaches
Black gangstas need track coaches
The white law set you up raw
When you have his trust in killin us
Talkin dat gattalk
Walkin dat catwalk
Where you tryin to go wit dat
Dont even go dere wit dat rap
Guns drugs an money
All you know how
So whatcha gonna do now?
I’m bout ready to bounce
Trouble on the corner of blunt ave
An 40 ounce
Madd uncivilized lifestyles
30 years bids for kids, now thats wild
I’m raisin my child
I’m steppin to da curb
Wit a sign do not disturb
Too much don’t give a fuck
Or a damn thing
But choose what the other man bring
I sing a song cause I see wrong
I’m not down with the fe fi fo
Where I come from
See, the brothers ain’t dumb
Sense goes over nonsense
When it makes no sense
I’m throwin up da fence
Talkin dat drive by shit
Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit
Talkin dat drive by thang
Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang
Talkin dat gattalk
Walkin dat catwalk
Were you tryin to go wit dat
Dont even go there wit dat rap
Guns drugs & money
All you know how
So whatcha gone do now?
Break
The only good niga iz a dead niga
Dats what they used to say
Cant understand why a man
Gotta use a trigga
On his own, suppose to act grown
Cracka in da back
Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother
Couldn’t shoot and shot a mother
Four kids alone home
Ungrown & now they on they own
Now check yourself cool
What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool
Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk
Paroles de How Come : Eminem
{Le refrain} :
How come we don't even talk no more?
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin' now
After all the years we been down
Ain't no way, no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you
So young, so full of life in vibrant
Side by side wherever you was ridin' I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie & Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried
inside it
You even had the same type of childhood I did
Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours and
mine, I survived it?
You ran the streets, I 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us
Then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises
Now I feel a vibe, I just can't describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
You're cold, your touch, it's just like ice
In your eyes is the look of resentment
I can sense it, and I don't like it
{Le refrain}
It was my dream at first to be on spittin' a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So I came out, I woulda killed a nigga first
Before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worst
Some bitch that I wasn't with, I would hit her, then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you don't get involved in it, you was smokin' the chron with
her
Comin' out of the bar with her stumblin' half drunk
Like y'all was husband and wife or somethin'
But me catchin' you fuckin' other niggers musta hurt your pride or
somethin'
Cause you won't fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with
me
When all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced
You actin' like I ain't your man and lyin' like she can't be loose
But I am really your friend, I'm just tryin' to tell you the truth
But don't hate the game or the player
Cause the one that's changing is you
{Le refrain}
You're only at the top cause my homie had to stop
Now we actin' like I gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood, only she be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch, get to speakin' on who
Fools I used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin' and *poof* it just happen
But Proof is just actin' out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babies ain't starvin' at home
See the devil in you grin, since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence that's forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
And wastin' my times with these snakes in disguise
(How come)
When you talk it's with bitter and spite
And
(How come)
It's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime I go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
{Le refrain}
Paroles de California Love : 2 Pac
California love
California...knows how to party (*2)
In the city of L.A.
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin (*2)
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
The state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
California
Shake it shake it baby (*2)
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...
Out on bail fresh outta jail
California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene
I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
The life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love
Now make it shake...
Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
Hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
Yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at ? yeah
Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side
Yeah, That's riight
West coast, west coast
Uh, California Love
California Love
Paroles de Bank Robber Man : Lenny Kravitz
I was walking down the street today
Just as somebody blew the doors off of the B of A
Just then I head them call my name
As I was thrown against the car
I was being framed
{Rép.} :
All units we've got our man
We've got the bank robber man
We don't need no reason
You're going in the can
You look like the bank robber man
I think you misunderstand
Do you think that I am the one that did it
Just because I'm tan?
Just then the officer at hand said
I don't give a damn that you are in a rock and roll band
{Rép.}
Just tell me what's going on ?
Can you tell me what I did wrong ?
Does busting me make you feel strong ?
Make you feel strong
{Rép.}
Paroles de Paradise Is Here : Tina Turner
You say you wanna live some, move out into the fast lane
You say you need excitement to make you come alive
Some place a million miles from the shadows that surround you
I look for your attention, you're lost out in the future
Where lovers ask no questions and shadows never fall
Some pilgrim bound for paradise, no compromise
Paradise is here, it's time to stop your crying
The future is this moment and not some place out there
Tonight I need your love, don't talk about tomorrow
Right now, I need your loving
Right now, give it to me
Right now, I want your loving
Rigt now, now now now now
You talk about your new plans to move on up the stairway
You dream about the high life that's waiting for you there
A world of fame and fortune just around the corner
But I don't need no high life to make me feel a woman
I don't need to reach for no castles in the sky
Just put your arms around me, devour me
Paradise is here, it's time to stop your crying
The future is this moment and not some place out there
Tonight I need your love, don't talk about tomorrow
Right now, I need your loving
Right now, give it to me
Right now, I want your loving
Rigt now
Don't say tomorrow
To give me sorrow
Paroles de K.k.o.q.q. : Bébé Charli
Des petites billes à la vanille
Des gros canoux au cacao
Des boules de gommes des marshmalows
De toutes les formes c'est rigolo
Des p'tits nougats tout riquiqui
Des roudoudous tout ramolli
Des calissons tout raplapla
Des saucissons de 3 carats
{Le refrain} :
Qui a du caca kaki collé au cucu
Collé au cucu
Qui a du caca kaki collé au cucu
Collé au cucu jusqu'au kiki
Les bébés cacaprout
Les babas cacaprout
Les pépés "
Les mémés "
Les nounous "
Les nanas cacaprout, cacaprout, cacaprout
Ah les jolis caca popo
{Le refrain}
Des petits pois des gros costauds
Des fruits des bois des z'aricots
Des boules puantes comme la bêtise
Des petites crotte qui font la bise
Des patapoufs qui dégoulines
Crème d'avocats qui s'ratatine
Des pâtes de bois qui claque du bec
Qui font coin-coin les fesses au sec
{Le refrain}
Le garde-champêtre qui pue, qui pète
Prend son QQ pour un trompette
Ma mère elle a dit...eh ben
Le prout, c'est le rototo des fesses
Si c'est vrai
{Le refrain}
Les ripoux cacaprout
Les filous "
Les patrons "
Les matons "
Les kikis "
Les tontons cacaprout cacaprout cacaprout
{Le refrain}
Le bébé, le baba
Le gogo, le gaga
La mémé, le suspect
Le pépé, le papa
Le kiki, la tata
Le toutou, le filou
Le ripou, le gripsous
Le petit tigre et le gros loup
{Le refrain}
Paroles de Guerrilla Radio : Rage Against The Machine
Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As tha polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' mc's
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box it's my radio dial
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
All hell can't stop us now
Paroles de Eleutheria : Lenny Kravitz
My life is perfect
Because I accept it as it is
The sunshine is shining
Because it is what it is
What a beautiful feeling it's bringing
All the birds in the sky are singing
Eleutheria the fire is burning
Eleutheria the tables are turning
A new day is dawning
Because it is time for a change
With new consciousness forming
There comes a new day
Oh we got to got to keep on trying
When the children are cold and alone
And are crying
You got to understand
Eleutheria the bells are ringing
Eleutheria the people are singing
Eleutheria the people are yearning
Eleutheria this world keeps on turning
Turning
What a beutiful feeling
It's bringing
All the birds in the sky are singing
You got to understand
Eleutheria the fire is burning
Eleutheria the tables are turning
Eleutheria the bells are ringing
The people keep singing
The fire is burning
The tables are turning
Got to keep on
Keep on keeping on
Paroles de Aerials : System Of a Down
life is a waterfall
we're one in the river
and one again after the fall
swimming through the void
we hear the word
we lost ourselves
but we find it all..
cause we arethe ones that want to play
always want to go
but you never want to stay
and we are the ones that to lose
aerials in the sky
when you lose small mind
you free your life
life is a watefall
we drink for the river
then we turn around and put up our walls
swimming through the void
we hear the word
we lost ourselves
but we find it all
cause we are the ones that wand to play
always want to go
but you never want to stay
and we are the ones that want to chose
always want to play
but you never want to lose
aerials in the sky
when you lose small mind you free your life
aerials so up high
when you free your eyes
eternel prize
aerials in the sky
when you lose small mind you free your life
aerials so up high
when you free your eyes eternel prize
Paroles de Mama Sam : M
Quand je te revois Mama Sam
Je retrouve les vraies valeurs
Un si grand cœur une si belle âme
Qui ne se soucie jamais de l'heure
Quand je pense qu'elle était comme moi
Issue de ce pays glacial
Maintenant qu'elle vit au Kenya
C'est l'africaine occidentale
Non je ne connais pas l'Afrique
Aigrie est ma couleur de peau
La vie est une machine à fric
Où les affreux non pas d'afro
Tous ces jeunes américanisés
"Nike" de la tête aux pieds
Génération très, très marquée
Mama Sam est consternée
À cette époque ou faire l'amour
Est un danger pour l'humanité
Il est honteux d'afficher "Nike"
Sur nos vêtements dégénérés
Non je ne connais pas l'Afrique
Aigrie est ma couleur de peau
La vie est une machine à fric
Où les affreux non pas d'afro
Mama Sam cette fois c'est décidé
M'éloigner de Paname me f'rais le plus grand bien
Et si ça s'trouve je n'reviendrai jamais
Je s'rais le plus blanc-bec de tous les africains
Non je ne connais pas l'Afrique
Aigrie est ma couleur de peau
La vie est une machine à fric
Où les affreux non pas d'afro
Non je ne connais pas l'Afrique
Aigrie est ma couleur de peau
La vie est une machine à fric
Où les affreux n'ont pas d'afro
Paroles de Ma Main a Besoin De Ta Main : Charles Aznavour
[Couplet répétition] :
Ma main a besoin de ta main
Pour parcourir la vie
Et flâner en chemin
Mes yeux ont besoin de tes yeux
Pour fouiller l'horizon
D'un amour sans limite
Mon cœur a besoin de ton cœur
Pour rythmer l'harmonie
De l'élan de nos cœurs
Ma voix a besoin d'un écho
Et l'écho c'est ta voix
Qui s'unit à ma voix
Ma main a besoin de ta main
Pour faire le parcours
Qui conduit à l'amour
Tu sens l'soleil en plein hiver
C'est merveilleux quand on y pense
Et dans tes yeux, tes yeux si clairs
J'ai découvert ma ligne de chance
Dis-moi que tu m'aimeras toujours
Dis-le puisque tu n'en sais rien
Et dépensons tout notre amour
Même si nous sommes ruinés demain
[Couplet répétition]
Paroles de So Much Pain : Ja Rule
[Ja Rule]
Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac
So much pain
Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah
All my, niggas.. so much pain
Uhh.. huh, yeah
Yeah, so.. much..
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
[Ja Rule]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggaz time to die
Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain
And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game
Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live
Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back)
And everything I seem to love I done lost
Fuck the world if they can't understand me
What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family
Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth
And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me
So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain
{Le refrain} :
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
[Ja Rule]
Years and years of strugglin all my life
Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right
I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately
It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't enter"
I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead
Spittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head
But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory"
Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)
Too hot for you to stand near me
It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me
I'm tired of the stress and the strain
But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
They're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me
My face in, Hennessy with no chaser
Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga
So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga
I figured I'd be considered a killer
Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind
I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction
for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain
{Le refrain} (*2)
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo
("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" -> [2Pac])
[2Pac]
They got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION
Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN
I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy
And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why?
Cause the stress gettin major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real they can not see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
And I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried
I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother
I'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me
I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain
{Le refrain} (*2)
Ooooohhhhh, pain
