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Paroles de Oh La La La (Sexy Miss) : Matt Pokora

  • Par: paroles
  • Sur: 03.06.2008 00:00:31
  • Dans: O
  • Commentaires: 0

Ca faisait des s'maines qu'on en parlait
Est arrivé l' grand soir, j' dois résister
A l'appel de ses courbes
Elle va droit au but
Quand elle sévit
Pas d' temps à perdre et pas d' chichis
Sa règle d'or, tous nous faire succomber

{Le refrain} :
Elle danse devant moi comme une gogo
Pour me contrôler
J'avoue qu' ça d'vient chaud
Encore un regard et j' suis accro
Boody shake, j' perds la tête
Elle vient d' me mettre k.o

Oh lalala elle est comme j' l'avais imaginée
Sans défauts, que des faits
Je la veux mais j' dois l'éviter
Oh lalala j'ai l'impression qu'elle m'a choisi
C'en est trop, elle me plaît,
Je la veux mais j' dois résister

[Red Rat]
Je la laisse roder, elle me lâche pas
Affamée, elle a fait d' moi sa proie
Je cherche encore et alors je joue
Si je danse avec elle je prends des risques
DJ, arrête le son ou change de disque
J'ai b'soin d' renfort
J'crois que j' vais m' laisser aller

{Le refrain}

{Le refrain} [Red Hat]

{Le refrain}

Paroles de Ita Est : NAP

  • Par: paroles
  • Sur: 02.06.2008 00:06:24
  • Dans: I
  • Commentaires: 0

Refrain
Dis moi, Pourquoi es tu parti sans me prévenir ?
Tu vois, Maintenant ceux et celles qui t'ont vraiment aimer ...


Comme Winkenstein, un jour je me suis posé la question
Pourquoi dire la vérité quand il est préférable de mentir
Pourquoi se battre quand on peut s'enfuir ?
A l'époque de ces doutes, j'étais encore un enfant
J'esperais y remedier lorsque je serais plus grand
Effectivement, une enfance volée
Relations troublés, à moi déchiré
Regenéré par le doute trinitaire
Plus de Saint esprit, plus de vices, plus de paix.
J'avais des pensées sordides, morbides demande à Majid
Comme Camus, j'élaborais des thèses sur le suicide
La lecture et le prophète illetré ont été la cause de DIEU,
Pour que j'ouvre les yeux, acte prodigieux
J'ai toujours été un jeune Dieu
Lorsqu'il est parti, j'men suis voulu
Pourquoi lui ? Pourquoi pas moi ?
Et puis, toute créature doit disparaitre
Donc il faut oublier leur grimages, notre appareil
Isa est


Refrain


L'enfant du Congo, Abdel Malik
Comme l'enfant peule "........"
Certains se gargarisent avec une simple culture livresque,
Parlent de la mort, comme s'ils dessinés une fresque.
Exister peut ainsi devenir tragico-absurde
tout le monde veut parler, mais beaucoup affabulent
Si l'homme est seul, face aux grandes questions de l'existence
IL ne croit pas en Dieu, donc sa vie n'a pas de sens.
Pansent, toutes ces blessures métaphysiques
par différentes compensations, cathartiques.
Beaucoup que je connais, se soignent avec la musique
La plupart d'entre nous souffrent de troubles névrotiques
Et s'agitent, ce bas-monde est devenu leur gîte
Je pense souvent à mon frère
Qui est parti trop tôt
J'ai pas pu lui dire qu'il n'y avait qu'un seul Dieu,
et que le reste, c'est faux ...


Refrain


Lisa Doby
Cantiques et prières n'y feront rien
Tu pourras jamais revenir
Seule la mort nous rapprochera de toi ...
J'attends, J'attendrais jour et nuit
Ton signe de l'au dela
Ce sont toujours les bons qui s'en vont les premiers.


Refrain

Paroles de Fee Fi Fo : The Cranberries

  • Par: paroles
  • Sur: 02.06.2008 00:06:24
  • Dans: F
  • Commentaires: 0

Fee fi fo she smells his body
She smells his body
And it makes her sick to her mind
He has got so much to answer for
To answer for, To ruin a child's mind

{Rép.} :
How could you touch something
So innocent and pure
Obscure
How could you get satisfaction
From the body of a child
You're vile, sick

It's true what people say
God protect the ones who help themselves
In their own way
It's true what people say
God protect the ones who help themselves
In their own way

He was sitting in her bedroom
In her bedroom
And now what should she do
She's got so much insecurity
And his impurity It was a gathering gloom

{Rép.}

(*2)
It's true what people say
God protect the ones who help themselves
In their own way
And I often wondered to myself:
Who protects the ones who can't protect themselves ?

Fee fi fo x4

Paroles de Work it Remix : 50 Cent

  • Par: paroles
  • Sur: 02.06.2008 00:06:24
  • Dans: W
  • Commentaires: 0

[50 Cent]
G U-nit

[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)

{Le refrain} :
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
(I put my thing down, flip and reverse it) {(*2)}
If you got a big [elephant]:, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
(I put my thing down, flip and reverse it) {(*2)}

[50 Cent & Missy]
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching Ching Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club

[Missy]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya

{Le refrain}

If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
{*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards*}
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do

{Le refrain}

Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game

Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon

{Le refrain}

Paroles de Freed From Desire : Gala

  • Par: paroles
  • Sur: 01.06.2008 00:00:00
  • Dans: F
  • Commentaires: 0

My love has got no money
He's got his strong beliefs
My love has got no power
He's got his strong beliefs
My love has got no fame
He's got his strong beliefs
My love has got no money
He's got his strong beliefs

{Rép.} (*2) :
Want more and more
People just want more and more
Freedom and love
What he's looking for

{Le refrain} :
Freed from desire
Mind and senses purified
Freed from desire
Mind and senses purified
Freed from desire
Mind and senses purified
Freed from desire

My love has got no money
He's got his strong beliefs
My love has got no power
He's got his strong beliefs
My love has got no fame
He's got his strong beliefs
My love has got no money
He's got his strong beliefs

{Rép.} (*2)

{Le refrain}

Paroles de The Mordant Liquor Of Tears : Cradle Of Filth

  • Par: paroles
  • Sur: 01.06.2008 00:00:00
  • Dans: T
  • Commentaires: 0

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Paroles de Believe In Love : Scorpions

  • Par: paroles
  • Sur: 01.06.2008 00:00:00
  • Dans: B
  • Commentaires: 0

How does it fell babe
To taste sweet revenge
Do you want me on my knees
How does it feel babe
to let me feel your strength
Don't be cruel, can't you see
If you don't catch me now
I can't stop falling down
Just one more night and the devil's got my soul
I need your love babe don't tell me "no way"
Babe I miss you so much more than words can say

How does it feel babe
To kill our destiny
I swear I'm not gonna crawl oh no
How does it feel babe
To make a fool out of me
How can you be so cold
If you don't catch me now
I can't stop falling down
Just one more night and the devil's got my soul
I need your love babe don't treat me this way
Ooh I miss you, I miss you

Baby our love's got what it takes
To give us one more chance to start once again
Baby our love will find a way
As long as we believe in love
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