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Auteur: netifert
Date: 24 Jan 2003 19:51
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
bon je vais offir des tetes de cahnsons en fonction de mon humeur ou des reqetes donc
on va débuter par:


T.O.K._CHI CHI MAN


Intro:
Bassie:
My Crew (My Crew) my dogs (my dogs)
Set rules (Set rules) set laws (set laws)
We represent for di lords of yards
A gal alone a feel up my balls

Chorus:
From dem a par inna chi chi man car
Blaze di fire mek we bun dem!!!! (Bun dem!!!!)
From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar
Blaze di fire mek we dun dem!!!! (Dun dem!!!!)

Verse 1:
Craigy:
So mi go so, do yuh see weh I see???
Niggas when your doin that
Nuff a dem a freak dem a carry all dem dutty act
Thug nigga wanna bees nuff a dem a lick it back
It dem bring it to we, hold on nuff a cop a shot
Cop a shot rise up every calico go rat tat tat
Rat tat tat every chi chi man dem haffi get flat
Get flat, mi and my niggas ago mek a pack
Chi chi man fi dead and dat's a fact

Chorus:
From dem a par inna chi chi man car
Blaze di fire mek we bun dem!!!! (Bun dem!!!!)
From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar
Blaze di fire mek we dun dem!!!! (Dun dem!!!!)

Verse 2:
Flexx:
So mi go so la la la la la la la la la la la
Nah go mek nuh chi chi man walk right a so
>From a bwoy a deep we ago dun dem right now
Leff him whole family dem a blow wow

Alexx:
I see it from far mi and dem nah go par
A nuff a dem bwoy mi a smoke man cigar
Mi and dem coulda never inna wrong bar
Dem bwoy deh flex too bizarre

Chorus:
>From dem a par inna chi chi man car
Blaze di fire mek we bun dem!!!! (Bun dem!!!!)
>From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar
Blaze di fire mek we dun dem!!!! (Dun dem!!!!)

Repeat intro twice
Repeat Verse 1 till song end

Auteur: netifert
Date: 24 Jan 2003 20:13
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
2 pour le prix d'une

Artist: Sean Paul
Album: Gimme the Light (Remix) 12"
Title: Gimme the Light (Remix)


feat. Busta Rhymes

[Intro]
Busta Rhymes: Ay yo Sean Paul!!!
Sean Paul: Yo yo
Busta Rhymes: A Busta Rhymes this yuh know
Sean Paul: Wah gwaan

[Busta Rhymes]
Pass me the blow torch let me light up this big head nigga

Sean Paul: No doubt
Busta Rhymes: Bring dat come rudebwoy
Sean Paul: A Dutty Yeah!!!
Busta Rhymes: Flipmode check it!!!

Chorus (Busta Rhymes):
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
(Huh huh huh huh huh come on)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yeah, yeah)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Busta Bus now)
Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Yeah, Sean Paul now)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe
(Remix, remix, remix) Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah yeah check it, clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand
Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand
Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan
To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand
Run the streets you never move without the rest of the clan
With a nine in the door panel in the side of the van
Despite the hate that be always comin for you and your man
It's Flipmode and Sean Paul nigga, understand

[Sean Paul]
Tell dem nuh ready fi di level weh di Dutty deh pon
Turn up di bass and di treble music a di weopen
Gal a whine up dem waist like a phenomenom
All over di world oonu fi sing this a song yo

[Chorus]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yo, yo, yo yo yo)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Flipmode baby!!!)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe (Come on, Sean Paul baby!!!)
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!
(Come on, yeah, yeah, Busta Bus now!!!)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
We be blazin cellular phones in wire or cingular
And still gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla
See if you could in a philly or a chalice I'm givin you
The chance to smoke up until a ugly chick look like Vivica Fox
Clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand
Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand
Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan
To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand

[Sean Paul]
Cause Busta Bus will never stop and Sean-A-Paul will never quit
Keep doin di Dutty Rock I mek dem gwaan buss pon it
Pony Tail a bruk out and every man a seh she fit
So di Dutty keep it bright up and lit yo

[Chorus]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! (Check it!!!)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe (Ha!!! Huh!!!)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know
(Flipmode baby!!! Busta Bus baby!!! Sean Paul now!!! check it!!!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough!
Buss anotha bokkle a moe (Come on!!!)
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Remix!!! Remix!!! Come on!!!)

[Verse 3: Sean Paul]
Yo! Well every dance that we touch it get hype up (Hype up)
And every stage yo we done it bun right up (Right up)
Mi wanna push up oonu left and oonu right up (Right up)
Because di lyrics dem a blast till night up (Night up)
Come on don't act slight up and fight up (Fight up)
Mi haffi tell dem seh Jah Jah unite up (Nite up)
A one ting Sean-A-Paul yet fi sight up (Sight up)
When mi red and when mi high like a kite up, Busta

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, di dro dat a di ting weh we need
Gallang go crush all a di bud and crush di whole a di seed
Mek we smoke all a di boom until di eye dem a bleed
Or we bun all a di herb and smoke a pound a di weed

[Chorus]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe (Huh!!!)
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Ha!!!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Huh!!!)
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Come on!!!)
Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Ha!!! Ha!!! Ha!!! Ha!!!)
(Yo!) Just gimme me the light and pass the dro!
(What! What! What! What!) Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Huh! Huh! Come on!)
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!

[Outro]
Sean Paul: Yo yo yo, A Dutty Yeah
Busta Rhymes: Huh!
Sean Paul: Remix king, well yuh dun know, Busta Rhymes, Sean-A-Paul
Busta Rhymes: Yeah, Busta Bus now, Sean Paul now
Yeah, remix, remix, remix, yeah, yeah, remix!!!

ou bien la version originale
Artist: Sean Paul
Album: Unknown
Title: Gimme The Light



Intro:
Just gimme the light!!! (Yeah yeah)
Just gimme the li-ight!!!! Just gimme the light!!!
Sean-A-Paul, yo yo!!!


Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!


Could I be yuh protector yuh buff in every sector
Every man around dem waan tun yuh inspector
But yuh nuh let dem fret and a grill yuh wid nuh lecture
But dem power drill nah dem fuel injector
But dem a infector, Dizzy's collector
Nuff a dem a gwaan like dem waan come wreck ya
Dun out di part weh yuh gotta in yuh sector
Well yuh know yuh nah let dem guy deh affect ya, yo gal!!!


Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!


One two three four five again, situation gettin really live again
Gal dem waan fi hang out wid di playas and di riders dem
Di sight a dem, a dem seh dem tired of di liars dem
Spyers and tun hypers dem a would a get inside a dem
Di conner dem, especially di money hider dem
Watch di watch di gal but dem a time fi mek a bride a dem
Di night again, some a dem a move like a Spider Man
Gal dem seh dem nah open wide again, yo


Just gimme me the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!


Could I be yuh protector yuh buff in every sector
Every man around dem waan tun yuh inspector
But yuh nuh let dem fret and a grill yuh wid nuh lecture
But dem power drill nah dem fuel injector
But dem a infector, Dizzy's collector
Nuff a dem a gwaan like dem waan come wreck ya
Dun out di part weh yuh gotta in yuh sector
Well yuh know yuh nah let dem guy deh affect ya, yo gal!!!


One two three four five again, situation gettin really live again
Gal dem waan fi hang out wid di playas and di riders dem
Di sight a dem, a dem seh dem tired of di liars dem
Spyers and tun hypers dem a would a get inside a dem
Di conner dem, especially di money hider dem
Watch di watch di gal but dem a time fi mek a bride a dem
Di night again, some a dem a move like a Spider Man
Gal dem seh dem nah open wide again, yo


Just gimme me the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bokkle a moe
Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!!

Auteur: netifert
Date: 27 Jan 2003 00:11
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
pour aujourd'hui c'est solange sans la partie de N.O.R.E
mais il n'y a pas de grande différence

Artist: Solange Knowles
Album: Solo Star
Title: Feeling You



There is this guy that I'm diggin'
What I've been lookin' for
Don't know where to begin
We've been talkin'
Not enough
But when we do talk the things that he says I do love
When I see him and we talk
There is this vibe between us I don't wanna stop
So original and so deep
This guy is just like me


Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together
Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever
I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do
With my laughter, smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feeling you


He told me I was beautiful
But what if he tells that to every girl he talks to
'Cause I'm not the only
But actually wish that I could be
He's what I've been lookin' for
Like no other guy that I know
Because he is so right
I swear I think about him from morning 'til night


Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together
Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever
I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do
With my laughter, smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feeling you


He's got this hypnotizing smile
That makes me stop and realize he's good looking
But that is not what attracted me, tacted me
So fabulously matched me to him
It was his style and persona
How he does what he does
His whole walk
How he talks is true
So maybe we should
And we could
Put all things aside
Spend some time
'Cause I'm feeling you


Hey, uh, let's try something
Let's try to be together
Maybe wrong choice of words
I just want time together
Who knows, maybe we will
We'll really like each other
Give me a chance
Maybe I'll change your mind forever
I think you need someone
Like me to help you to
Clear your mind way off stress
And that's what I will do
With my laughter, smile, crazy thoughts
Who'd never knew
That I'd end up really feeling you


There is this guy that I'm diggin'
(That I'd end up really feeling you)
[repeat]

Auteur: xxRUTYxx972xx
Date: 27 Jan 2003 00:24
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
netifert a écrit:
en fonction de mon humeur


tu es d'humeur homophobe ou bien...?

Auteur: netifert
Date: 27 Jan 2003 00:37
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
moi pas avoir kompris
sous entendais en fonction des actualités musicales et de ce que j'aime c'est tout

Auteur: xxRUTYxx972xx
Date: 27 Jan 2003 00:43
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
netifert a écrit:
moi pas avoir kompris


ben je sais pas si tu sais, mais chi chi man de tok, on a rarement fait plus gravement homophobe comme chanson...

Auteur: netifert
Date: 27 Jan 2003 00:52
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
ok
moi avoir kompris
j'avé oublié la signification des paroles
mais comme c'est un son que j'affectionne
je l'ai mis
mais loin de moi cette idée d'homophobie
de tout façon dans le domaine il ont au moins une chanson du genre

Auteur: netifert
Date: 27 Jan 2003 15:15
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
aujourd'hui j'ai vu le clip et entendu par la meme occasion ce pour la première la version remix de make it clap de busta avec sean paul
ben mon avis : remix et meilleur que l'original

Auteur: netifert
Date: 29 Jan 2003 19:54
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
Artist: Knoc-Turn'al
Album: L.A. Confidental Presents... Knoc-Turn'al
Title: Muzik


feat. Samuel Christian

[Samuel Christian]
You ready?

[Knoc-Turn'al]
Yes, ha ha ha
Yeah, yeah
Let's go, I like singing

[Knoc-Turn'al]
My music, my life, my heart, my soul
My music, my everything, I give my all
My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream
My mother, my father, my brother, my team
My camp, my squad, my house, my car
My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt
My (...), my sugar, my cream, my butter
My toast, my all, my queen, my folks

[Chorus: Samuel Christian]
My baby!
Walk like six strings talk like she's my everything
My baby!
Loves me, hates me, leaves me, runs right right, that sexy...
Baby!
All I know, she shed's all my confusion, so...
My baby!
Will not run from anything, I swear, this goes

[Knoc-Turn'al talking]
Lord will lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Cause if you die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

[Knoc-Turn'al]
She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she fine
She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries
She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde
She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes
She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies
She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind
She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny
She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running
Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs
Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes
Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind
Her love, her smile, her touch, her time

[Chorus]

[Knoc-Turn'al]
I'm typsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted
My way, my day, my life - I love it
I move, I groove, I shake, I love it
My friends, my kins, I like, I love it
I show, I prove, I live, I learn
I show, I teach, I run these streets
My kin, my heart, my heat
My rhythm, my rap, my beat
My life, my head and my feet
My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake
My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate
My Benz, my lake
My keys, my money, my love, my hate
My clothes, my phone, my house, my home
My money, my comb
My sugar, my spice, my base, my chrome
My rhythm, my music, my home
My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...

[Chorus 2x - til fade]

Auteur: riddimkilla
Date: 29 Jan 2003 23:55
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
netifert a écrit:
Artist: Knoc-Turn'al
Album: L.A. Confidental Presents... Knoc-Turn'al
Title: Muzik


feat. Samuel Christian

[Samuel Christian]
You ready?

[Knoc-Turn'al]
Yes, ha ha ha
Yeah, yeah
Let's go, I like singing

[Knoc-Turn'al]
My music, my life, my heart, my soul
My music, my everything, I give my all
My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream
My mother, my father, my brother, my team
My camp, my squad, my house, my car
My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt
My (...), my sugar, my cream, my butter
My toast, my all, my queen, my folks

[Chorus: Samuel Christian]
My baby!
Walk like six strings talk like she's my everything
My baby!
Loves me, hates me, leaves me, runs right right, that sexy...
Baby!
All I know, she shed's all my confusion, so...
My baby!
Will not run from anything, I swear, this goes

[Knoc-Turn'al talking]
Lord will lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Cause if you die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

[Knoc-Turn'al]
She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she fine
She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries
She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde
She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes
She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies
She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind
She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny
She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running
Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs
Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes
Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind
Her love, her smile, her touch, her time

[Chorus]

[Knoc-Turn'al]
I'm typsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted
My way, my day, my life - I love it
I move, I groove, I shake, I love it
My friends, my kins, I like, I love it
I show, I prove, I live, I learn
I show, I teach, I run these streets
My kin, my heart, my heat
My rhythm, my rap, my beat
My life, my head and my feet
My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake
My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate
My Benz, my lake
My keys, my money, my love, my hate
My clothes, my phone, my house, my home
My money, my comb
My sugar, my spice, my base, my chrome
My rhythm, my music, my home
My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...

[Chorus 2x - til fade]



yalowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww''
tu traduis tout ou non??????

Auteur: netifert
Date: 30 Jan 2003 00:05
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
ce n'etait mon intention première mais vu qie c'est si gentillement demandé on verra ce que je peux faire

Auteur: Cris
Date: 30 Jan 2003 00:07
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
netifert a écrit:
aujourd'hui j'ai vu le clip et entendu par la meme occasion ce pour la première la version remix de make it clap de busta avec sean paul
ben mon avis : remix et meilleur que l'original


Tu l'as vu où le clip???
Parce que moi je le cherche...Merci !


Auteur: netifert
Date: 30 Jan 2003 00:19
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
adresse
http://www.launch.yahoo.com
ce n'est pas plus compliqué que cela

sionon pour Mr riddimkilla voila je ne peux pas faire mieux
moi j'avais tout compris donc si cela te coviens c'est bien sinon il faudra t'en contenter

[ Chrétien De Samuel ]
Vous prêt?

[ Knoc-Turn'al ]
Oui, ha ha ha
Ouais, ouais
allons, j'aime chanter

[ Knoc-Turn'al ]
Ma musique, ma vie, mon coeur, mon âme
Ma musique, mon tout, je donne mes tous
Mon épouse, ma fille, mon amour, mon rêve
Ma mère, mon père, mon frère, mon équipe
Mon camp, mon peloton, ma maison, ma voiture
Mon bateau, mes chaussures, mon pantalon, ma chemise
Mon (...), mon sucre, ma crème, mon beurre
Mon pain grillé, mon tout, ma reine, mes gens

[ Chorus: Chrétien De Samuel ]
Mon bébé!
La promenade comme six cordes parlent comme elle est mon tout
Mon bébé!
M'aime, me déteste, me laisse, court la bonne droite, qui sexy...
Bébé!
Tous que je sais, elle ont jeté toute ma confusion, ainsi...
Mon bébé!
Ne courra pas de n'importe quoi, je jure, que ceci disparaît

[ Knoc-Turn'al parlant ]
Le seigneur m'étendra pour avaler pour dormir
Je prie le seigneur mon âme pour conserver
Cause si vous mourez avant que je me réveille
Je prie le seigneur mon âme pour prendre

[ Knoc-Turn'al ]
Elle est épaisse, elle est mauvaise, si propre, elle affinent
Elle aime, elle déteste, elle rit, elle pleure
Elle blesse, elle se trouve, elle est Bonnie, je suis Clyde
Elle est ghetto, elle est vraie, elle chante, elle rime

Elle vient, elle va, elle vit, elle meurt
Elle sexy et la bombe, elle souffle mon esprit
Elle reste dans la ligne, elle est futée, elle est drôle
Elle est astucieuse et adroite, dans le jeu qu'elle court
Ses lèvres, elle en arrière, sa taille, ses cuisses
Son visage, sa peau, ses cheveux, ses yeux
Sa voix, sa forme, ses hanches, son esprit
Son amour, son sourire, son contact, son temps

[ Chorus ]

[ Knoc-Turn'al ]
Je suis typsy, je suis à travers, je suis ivre, je suis blunted
Ma manière, mon jour, ma vie - amour de I il
Je me déplace, je cannelle, je secoue, je l'aime
Mes amis, mes kins, j'aime, je l'aime
Je montre, je m'avère, je vis, j'apprends
Je montre, j'enseigne, j'à courir ces rues
Mes parents, mon coeur, ma chaleur
Mon rythme, mon coup sec et dur, mon battement
Ma vie, ma tête et mes pieds
Mon coeur, mon âme, ma sucrerie, mon gâteau
Mon platine, mon or, ma terre, ma porte
Mon benz, mon lac
Mes clefs, mon argent, mon amour, ma haine
Mes vêtements, mon téléphone, ma maison, ma maison
Mon argent, mon peigne
Mon sucre, mon épice, ma base, mon chrome
Mon rythme, ma musique, ma maison
Mon monde, ma fille, ma vie, ma maison, ma...

[ Chorus 2x - jusqu'à fanez-vous ]

Auteur: netifert
Date: 30 Jan 2003 20:48
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
Artist: Toni Braxton
Album: Hit The Freeway
Title: Hit The Freeway


And we don’t stop, no ma
What’s the problem
Always complainin’ when there’s chick are starvin’
What type of game is this
I used to support ya
I thought you’d appreciate some of these things that I
bought you
Shoes from Milan, Louis Vuitton
Animals on back and jewels on your arm
Mami, it’s nothin’ to make moves with a Don
Loon the Big Fish, leave them fools in the pond


Just when I made up my mind
I thought but you would allow
You’re hard to trust, you owe me
What makes you wanna call now


Can you try to tell me
What made you choose her as your friend {Chose you as
a friend, baby}
Just when I think you’ve given up
It’s you again


All I can say
Take away my lonely one
Nothing else can be done {So hit the freeway}
I don’t ever wanna see you again
You didn’t do me right so
So long, goodbye, goodbye {So hit the freeway}
Maybe in some other life I’ll see you again


I would have bet the Dow Jones
If men compared to out of the fun, yeah
Imagine how crush it was
When you say I was not the one {Wait a minute, girl,
I’m sorry ‘bout that}


My friends say I was in denial
Defendin’ you as a perfect friend
Now how new is your love
I’ll ask you again


Now all I can say
Take away my lonely one (Take away)
Nothing else can be done {So hit the freeway}
I don’t ever wanna see you again {Sing it, girl}
You didn’t do me right so
So long, goodbye, goodbye {So hit the freeway}
Maybe in some other life I’ll see you again {Bridge}


Now that you’ve left me
Crazy you upset me
You only could have kept me
But baby, you didn’t get me home
To finally discover
Explorin’ covers
World as we know it
But you had to go and blow it


Damn, it’s been so long
Since I head your voice last summer
To be honest it made me smile
When I seen you not with her {Hey, baby, you know I
miss you}


Will you tell me what I should feel
Instead of being your regret {You know}
Maybe some day in your dreams, my love
You could say, “Damn, it’s you again”


Now all I can say
Take away my lonely one (Take away)
Nothing else can be done {So hit the freeway}
I don’t ever wanna see you again (Don’t wanna see you
again)
You didn’t do me right so (Do me right, baby)
So long, goodbye (Bye, bye) {So hit the freeway}
Maybe in some other life I’ll see you again

Auteur: riddimkilla
Date: 31 Jan 2003 15:28
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
merci......

Auteur: Jam Scare
Date: 02 Fév 2003 00:28
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
BUSTA RHYMES
Make it clap


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[Intro: Sean Paul] (Busta Rhymes)
We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!)Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!)
Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!)
One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!)
Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!!!)
Flipmode Squad (Ha!!!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on

[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh

[Busta Rhymes]
Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner
Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen
(Busta Rhymes: We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving
(Busta Rhymes: Lookin to chose) How it's different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Bridge: Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands

[Verse 3: Sean Paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap

[Busta Rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

[Outro: Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

Auteur: netifert
Date: 03 Fév 2003 01:28
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
et encore une autre

Artist: Benzino
Album: Rock the Party 12"
Title: Rock the Party




[Intro]
Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea
Yellow Man, yea..
Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me)
Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from)
Benzino, yea (my nigga)
Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock

[Verse: Benzino]
Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit
Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots
Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh)
Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack
Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?"
Look up in the mirror five all up on my back it's {*sirens*} uh ohh
Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot
Everybody having fun niggas don't stop
Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... {*gunshot*}
Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef
Pushing up the bottle 'till there's no more Heny left
Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo

[Chorus] (2x)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

[Verse: Benzino]
Lookin' at the shorty wit the Franky-P Jeans
Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring
Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh)
Got up on that ass when she came up in the door
Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor
DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*}
People going hard cause you know the mood is right
Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight
Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh
Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap
VIP crowded so I take it to the back
Up in the code room where you find Zino at, and Mario too
Yo (now everybody just)

[Chorus] (2x)

[Verse: Benzino]
5 in the morning more drinks at the crib
Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in!
Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend
"Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us"
Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast
Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stack (yea)
Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God
Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet
Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex
Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon)
Lookin' at my dick up it's about that time
Suns comin' up 'bout to close the blinds (yea)
This is how we do almost everyday
Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo

[Chorus] (2x)

[Bridge] (2x)
What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock...

C'MON!!

[Chorus] (to fade)


mais également le remix

Artist: Benzino
Album: Rock the Party Remix 12"
Title: Rock the Party (Remix)


feat. Lil' Kim, Petey Pablo

[Intro: Benzino] + (Lil' Kim)
Ayo (Benzino where you at?)
It's Yellowman, Benzino wanna rock the party
And we gonna bring this to the after party
Queen Bee wanna rock the party
Uh, uh, oh (Oh my God)
Yeah (Benzino where you at?)
(Bounce) Yellow City gonna rock the party
(This is the G-Mix)
Young Hef wanna rock the party, Petey Pablo
Yellow City, yea

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
It's your girl Queen Bee with the poisoness sting
Chinchilla draggin' with the diamond G-String
Bouncin' on Lorenzos I'm the Bee with the wings
Who the fuck want what? (What?)
Bettin' it all at the crap tables, rip the casino
From Vegas to Reno, me and Benzino
We gonna rock the party and drink Bacardi, all damn night
Awww watch me shake my ass like a fresh bowl of jelly
Quite Bootylicious like Beyonce and Kelly
Love to see guys with tattoos on they belly
Let's get nasty from the car to the telly
Ooh, I got my girls with me, so go get your boys
Come ride with us, we on the tour bus
If you treat us right, and you spendin' the night
Then we gon' freak

[Chorus: Benzino] + (Lil' Kim)
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bakardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all
Now what ya'll gon' do?
(We gon' take it off, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' throw that thang, we gon' back it up
Now what ya'll gon' do?)

[Verse 2 Benzino]
Benzino rock the city and you know I can't stop
Back at the lounge with a mean Diddy Bop
Shorty lookin' mean and her whole team hot
Yo' what's up? Yo' what's up with ya'll?
She sippin' cranberry with a splash of Belvedere
What? Five carot 'conia ice in my ear
Always drinkin' Coniac with ice when I'm here
... Nice
Feelin' how 'Zino put's his game to the test
36, 24, I think you know the rest
What's your secret ma? How you fit in that dress?
... Oh damn!
Now it's gettin' heated and you know what's on my mind
Me and you, outta hear, I think it's that time
Make you tap out when I creep in from behind
Now that's what's up, now everybody just

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
Hey hey hey hey
Me met a bitch of my dreams, corn jack
Come on, liquor inside my head like that
Pants saggin', Carolina hat to the back
I'm in New York City, can you hear me goddamnit
Weavin' through the traffic, shootin' usual daps
Tryna find Benzino, is it him in the back
Bring it back, porn channel X on the back
Be like hey hey hey, how'd she do that?
Pretty headed woman, with her fine self
Bow-legged cutey with her tight legs
Tryna get outta here with her friend in the black dress
Spread her hoochie coochie on my sun beam bread
Now I been sayin' to myself, Petey Petey
Get freaky, damn boy I can't even say it
And I got no need to be scared
Some things ain't supposed to be said

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Benzino] + (Lil' Kim)
Yeah, we gon' rock
Yellow City, we gon' rock
The after party, we gon' rock
(Now what ya'll gon' do?)
We gon' rock, we gon' rock tonight
Cuz a Yellow City party don't stop
Uh, we gonna rock tonight
Now what ya'll gon' do?

[Chorus to fade]

Auteur: la.zoukeuse4
Date: 09 Fév 2003 17:03
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
Vous n'avais rien a faire (...) ho!hoh

Auteur: ladyDanie
Date: 09 Fév 2003 18:36
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
Salut netifert

Tu es un fan de chanson anglaise?

Auteur: netifert
Date: 18 Fév 2003 16:45
Sujet du message: recueil de chansons
ce n'est pas pas une question d'être fan de chanson anglaise
mais ce sont les chansons que j'aime en ce moment et que je trouve belle
sinon ne compte pas sur moi pour y mettre des chansons style Garou, Céline Dionet toute la clique car cela fait un moment déja que j'avoue avoir décroché
tchao

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