METISSK1FRY

METISSK1FRY
Ce gars là est trop fort. ça fait peu de temps que je le connais mais je ne regrette pas une de nos discussions. Mais au fait, mec, je trouve que t'un barge mais de tte façon je te l'ai déjà dit lol
Inch'Allah qu'on se retrouve tous blindé ! T'en fais, le bohneur frappera à notre porte , si ce n'est pas maintenant ce sera après.
Mais oubli pas notre deal sinon ....

# Posté le mercredi 31 décembre 2003 09:38

Modifié le mercredi 31 décembre 2003 09:52

OUTKAST : HEY YA

OUTKAST : HEY YA
Donc les Outkast vont se séparer , d'ailleurs on le voit avec ce double album solo. Mais faut dire qu'ils ont étonné ces deux lascars en mélangeant tout genre de musique pour poser dessus.
Artist: OutKast
Album: Hey Ya 12"
Song: Hey Ya
Typed by: *

* send corrections to the typist

[Intro]
One two three go!

[Verse One - Andre 3000]
My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know fo shooo..
Uh, But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me
Walk ou the dooo..
Don't try to fight the feelin'
Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww..
Uh, thank god for mom and dad
For sticking through together
'Cause we don't know hooowww...
UH!

[Chorus]
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..

[Verse Two - Andre 3000]
You think you've got it
Ohh, you think you've go it
But got it just don't get it
Till' there's nothing at
AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll..
We've been together
Ohh, we've been together
But seperate's always better when there's feelings
InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved
If what they say is ("Nothing is forever")
Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes
Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE?
(Love exception) So why you, why you
Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial
When we are not happy heeeerrreeee...
Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance

[Chorus]
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest)

[Bridge - Andre 3000]
Hey, alright now
Alright now fealous, (YEAH!)
Now what's cooler than bein' cool?
(ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya'
I say what's cooler than bein' cool?
(ICE COLD!) whooo...
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!)
And we gon' break this back down in just a few seconds
Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin'
Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Gimme some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go!
Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH)
Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH)
Shke it, shake it like a Poloroid Picture, shake it, shake it
Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it
(Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture

[Verse Three - Andre 3000] (Repeating "Shake it" in background)
Now while Beyoncé and Lucy Lui
And baby dogs, get on the floor
(Get on the floor)
You know what to dooo..
Yooooouuu.. know I do

[Chorus]
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH)
Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH)

[Chorus continues until fade]

# Posté le mercredi 31 décembre 2003 05:55

ODB : REUNITED

ODB : REUNITED
Ce son est vieux, c'est vrai ! mais le beat est trop fort, utiliser de la musique clasique , je sais, c'était pas une nouveauté mais avouer qu'elle était bien placée, non ?
Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Album: Trials & Tribulations of Russell Jones
Song: Reunited
Typed by: *

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard *singin*]
Reunited cuz it feels so good
Reunited cuz we're understood
There's one perfect thing
and children this one is it
We both we're so excited cuz
we're reunited, hey! hey!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this shit is energetic
My physique of meat is quick atheletic
Remove all MC's who disapprove
that my funky fresh particle always have the groove
You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
All negative on the mic, I dislike
Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right
Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
Hide until I forgive, this motive
I am unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
I maintain the paradise on this Earth
with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
Watch a nigga catch a purse
Super-hero niggaz die
Do my dirt, get away and multiply
You bitches, ya nice guys
Always want bitch, because ya need mine
I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feel to be
boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
When I was young, I was taught how to produce
the science of babies gettin loose
I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt
We ain't sayin nuthin
I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert
Love potion, plenty bones I put up
What!? What!? What!? What!?
You know what time it is,
mothefuckers!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan
We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down
Master P, you holdin it down
KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down
Give Snoop my love, E-40
MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
This is family, I don't give a fuck!
Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down!
knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz!
Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
Bitch, I got to go!
(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)

# Posté le mercredi 31 décembre 2003 05:52

LUDACRIS : STAND UP

LUDACRIS : STAND UP
Mais si, vous connaissez ce son, c obligez ! le clip aussi est pas mal du tout, tout y est exagerez.

Artist: Ludacris
Album: Chicken-N-Beer
Song: Stand Up
Typed by: *

[Intro]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!

[Chorus: Ludacris and (woman)]
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring that back!)

[Verse - 1]
How you ain't gon' FUCK?! Bitch I'm me
I'm the GOD DAMN reason you in V.I.P.
CEO, you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali
BLAOW! We ain't got nothing to worry about
Whoop ass, let security carry 'em out
Watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless
Feels like a MIDGET is hanging from my necklace
I pulled up wit a million trucks
Lookin, smellin, feelin like a million bucks-ahh!
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong?! The club and moon is full
And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get 'em outta them pants
Take note to the brand new dance, like this

[Chorus]

[Verse - 2]
Go on wit ya big ass! Lemme see somethin
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean muggin
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the waitress at wit my drinks?!
My people outside and they can't get in
We gon' rush the back door and break 'em in
The owner already pissed cause we sorta late
But our time and our clothes gotta "cooooordinate"
Most girls lookin right some lookin a mess
That's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress
But Louie Vuitton bras all over your breasts
Got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh
C'mon! We gon' party tonight
Y'all use mouth to mouth, bring the party to life
Don't be scurred, show another part of your life
The more drinks in your system the harder the fight!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!

[Verse - 3]
Damn right the fire marshall wanna shut us down
Get us out so someone can gun us down
We was two songs away from getting some cutta
Now we one song away from tearing da club up
Move over! Luda got something to say
Do it now cause tomorrow ain't promised today
Work wit me! Let's become one with the beat
And don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! Stand up!
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# Posté le mercredi 31 décembre 2003 05:49

MOP/ BUSTA RHYMES: ANTE UP

MOP/ BUSTA RHYMES: ANTE UP
Je kiff trop cette chanson, le clip est trop fort c'est incroyable. des dingues qui tournent ce clip..

Artist: M.O.P.
Album: Warriorz
Song: Ante Up (Robbing-Hoodz Theory)
Typed by: *

{*Funkmaster Flex intro not included*}

[Lil Fame]
Take minks off! Take things off!
Take chains off! Take rings off!
Braclets is yapped, Fame came off!
[Ante Up!] Everything off!
Fool what you want, we stiflin fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, [back 'em down], next thing [clap 'em down]
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, [bound!] now, [now!]

[Billy Danze]
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
[That shit will send you to your grave] So?!
You think I don't know that? [BLOW!]
Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
Ante Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin
Get up off them god damn diamonds! Huh!
Ante Up! Oh! Yap that fool! Oh!
Ante Up! Oh! Kidnap that fool!
Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!
Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)

[Lil' Fame]
Them thugs you know, aint friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin up outta a cut for your goods and they all should
Ante Up! Yap that fool!
You want big money, kidnap that fool!
If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money

[Billy Danze]
The '87 stick up kids, [what you niggas sayin?]
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin
It's flash that thang time, [bang] bang time
Ante Up! Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin watch before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these childish games with me
Representin 1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga!

[Chorus] w/ variations

[Lil' Fame]
I'ma, street regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials, credentials
Code of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the streets
It's the L-I L-F A-M, [M!] E, [E!]

[Billy Danze]
Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a chance
Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along
[So?] Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong enough for Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept
[Raise hell!] Til I was tired of stress, yes lord!

[Chorus] w/ variations

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck...
Nigga!
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck...
Ha, what
First Family, First Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!
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# Posté le mercredi 31 décembre 2003 05:46