pour les drogues de la music

pou ceux qui aimes la music votez ici pour votre chanteur prefere
vous pouvez critiquer ceux que vous n aimez pas
si vous avez des lycris mettez les ici

moi j adore booba
voici le lycris de garder la peche
Les Mc sont fauchés
Prisonniers dans leur rôle
Négro cherche pas à savoir
Combien j' pèse en euros
Personne je ne vénère
Le bedo calme mes nerfs
Les rappeurs ont l' cul gercé depuis que j'exerce
Et on a percé
Tout seul
Moi et mes partenaires
Le rap français a trouvé sont flow par-terre
Nos chicos rayent le parquet
Otage rançon hélicoptère
J'ai du calcaire dans les artères
Un coeur de pierre
Tu peux pas stopper la musique
C'est elle qui m'a
Ecartée de l'illicite
92'i-roshima
J'suis un sérum de vérité
Les menteurs m'empoissonnent
J'suis armé alcoolisé
J'm' arrache au Colisée homme
Fusil à pompe baïonnette
Viens dans mes pompes malhonnêtes
L'Etat c'est Geppeto
J'suis l' ghetto marionnette
La street mon baromètre
T'es KO t'es mort mec
Essayes pas de clasher
Tu n' vas pas t'en remettre

Tu veux frimer tu veux teste
Garde la pêche
Depuis le crime paie zéro défait
Garde la pêche
Tu veux que j' vienne rapper gratos
Garde la pêche
Ici c'est Los Ralhamos
Garde la pêche

Le destin fait la loi
Sélection naturelle
Ma mère c'est mon père
J'suis number one pour elle
L'argent le pouvoir
C'est le nerf de la guerre
J'vais la faire t'as gagné
Pour la chair de ma chair
Je n' veux pas qu'on m'enterre
Au Père Lachaise
Doré est le trône
Electrique est la chaise
Gorée c'est ma terre
L'égalité c'est ma lutte
Ce combat contre moi même
Je perds c'est ma chute
Si t'es sérieuse t'es ma meuf
Sinon t'es ma pute
Périlleuse est la street
J'ai un gun dans mon fut'
J'ai crié mon avis
Maquillé mes pratiques
Aquatique sont les Mc
Paris n'est pas si magique

T'es sur écoute tu veux mon phone
Garde la pêche
Tu veux baiser sans sucer boufonne
Garde la pêche
Au lieu d' la vendre tu la sniff
Garde la pêche
Tu voudrais que j'taff pour le SMIC
Garde la pêche
Sans diplome sais dire que wesh wesh
Garde la pêche
T'as pas d' mandat t'est au hèbs
Garde la pêche
Tu veux monter sur le ring
Garde la pêche
Tu veux faire un featuring
Garde la pêche

J'voyage en 1ere
Mes disques d'or dans la soute
Le rap français le hip hop
J'en ai rien à foutre
J'suis meilleur que Molière
Tatoué sans musselière
J' prône mon beaf
M'arracher
changer d' fuseau horaire
J'ai commencé au départ
je ne valais rien
Si tu nous veux tu nous payes
On s'en bat les reins
T'as vu tu verra mon blaze dans une garde à vue
Retenue détenue rien n' se passe comme prévu
J'fais des tubes pépères
J'suis tellement coté p'tite pute
Que tu veux teste B2O pour te faire de la pub
Quand ça tire tu cavales
Avale quand j'éjacule
Il serait mieux pour tout monde
Que mes troupes se reculent

voici aussi le lycris d une chanteuse que tout l monde aime diam's
la boulette


Alors ouais, j'me la raconte, ouais, ouais, je déconne
Nan, nan, c'est pas l'école qui m'a dicté mes codes
On m'a dit qu't'aimais le rap, voilà de la boulette
Sortez les briquets, il fait trop dark dans nos têtes

Alors ouais, j'me la raconte, ouais, ouais, je déconne
Nan, nan, c'est pas l'école qui m'a dicté mes codes
On m'a dit qu't'aimais le rap, voilà de la boulette
Sortez les briquets, sortez les briquets

Y a comme un goût de haine quand je marche dans ma ville
Y a comme un goût de gêne quand je parle de ma vie
Y a comme un goût d'aigreur chez les jeunes de l'an deux-mille
Y a comme un goût d'erreur quand je vois le taux de suicide
Me demande pas ce qui les pousse à casser des vitrines
J'suis pas la mairie, j'suis qu'une artiste en dev'nir moi
J'suis qu'une boulette
Me demande pas si j'ai le bac
J'ai que le rap mais je l'embarque
Je l'embrase, je le mate
Car je l'embrasse

Y a comme un goût d'attentat
Comme un goût de Bertrand Cantat,
Comme un goût d'anthrax pendant l'entracte
Y a comme un goût de fouleck-fouleck chez les mômes
Comme un goût de boulette-boulette sur les ondes

{Refrain:}
Alors ouais, on déconne
Ouais, ouais, on étonne
Nan, nan, c'est pas l'école qui nous a dicté nos codes
Nan, nan, génération nan, nan {x2}

Y a comme un goût de viol quand je marche dans ma ville,
Y a comme un goût d'alcool dans les locaux de police,
Y a comme un goût de peur chez les meufs de l'an deux-mille,
Y a comme un goût de beuh dans l'oxygène qu'on respire,

Me demande pas ce qui les pousse à te casser les couilles
J'suis pas les secours, j'suis qu'une petite qui se débrouille moi
J'suis qu'une boulette
Me demande pas si j'aime la vie, moi j'aime la rime
Et j'emmerde Marine juste parce que ça fait zizir

Y a comme un goût de bad boy, comme un goût d'Al Capone
Comme un goût de hardcore (hardcore) dans les écoles
Y a comme un goût de fouleck-fouleck chez les mômes
Comme un goût de boulette-boulette sur les ondes

{au Refrain, x2}

Y a comme un goût d'église dans l'inceste et dans l'enfance
Y a comme un goût d'Afrique dans les caisses de la France
Y a comme un goût de démé-démago dans la bouche de Sarko
Comme un goût de mi-michto près des merco
Y a comme un goût de coupe-coupe dans les chambres des jeunes
Y a comme un goût de boum-boum dans le coeur de mes soeurs
Y a comme un goût de j'suis soulée de tout ce qui se déroule
Y a comme un goût de fouleck, de boulette qui saute dans la foule

{au Refrain, x4}

S D I A M D I D I A M
S D I A M D I D I A M
S D I A M D I D I A M
S D I A M D I D I A M
Ouais Grosse.

la fameuse boulbil


Bordel, quand on rentre sur la piste
On est venu tizer, claquer du biff
Pas d'embrouilles man, pas de litige
Sinon ça va saigner est-ce que tu piges ?

Hauts de seine, majeur en l'air sur la piste
Mc gardez la pêche, vous n'êtes pas sur la liste
C'est pas la rue mais l'être humain qui m'attriste
Comment leur faire confiance, ils ont tué le christ.

Les rappeurs m'envient
Sont tous en galère, un jour de mon salaire
C'est leur assurance vie, ohhh
J'suis pas dans le game pour l'état tass
J'suis là depuis Adidas frais comme Elis Nastas
Emploi bizarre avec mon BEP vente
J'suis condamné au mic à la vente de susbtances bizarres
Manque de pot j'ai pris la vie dans mes bras, ahh
Je l'ai serré si fort je lui ai cassé le dos, anhhhh
Devinez qui mène la barre?
J'suis rodave, mon rap s'est laissé pousser la barbe
Faites du bruit pour le rap sa mise à mort
B.O en chair et en os, en chaine et en or.

Bordel, quand on rentre sur la piste
On est venu tizer, claqué du biff
Pas d'embrouilles man, pas de litige
Sinon ça va saigner est-ce que tu piges ?

A l'aise, j'prends deux, trois, quatre, 06
On va t'péter le coxis à 3 parce-que t'es trop balaize
C'est le bon son de boulbil
Mythomans sont les fans, accroupis sont les groupies

Ceci n'est pas pour les mineurs
J'arrive de l'ouest en C.L.S,
Ddes morceaux d'fesses de C.R.S sous les spineurs
Déposé dans la street par une cigogne
J'en ai déjà la trique, venez me teste que je rigole
Muet comme un rap mort, libéré à tort, petit prince du hardcore
J'démarre au quart comme un raptor
J'suis tatoué, j'vais mourir avec
Un flingue dans la cervelle, j'me nourris avec
L'Etat fait tout pour nous oublier
Si j'traine en bas de chez toi, j'fais chuté le prix de l'immobilier
Ouai mec, bidon d'essence, allumettes
Tu vois pas clair sans mon fusil à lunette ?
J'fais plus de biff qu'au tiercé
Caliméro se plaint moins, la coquille percée
Crac, music, grosse dose dès le départ
Mc toi et moi, trop d'choses qui nous séparent.

Bordel, quand on rentre sur la piste
On est venu tizer, claqué du biff
Pas d'embrouilles man, pas de litige
Sinon ça va saigner est-ce que tu piges ?

A l'aise, j'prends deux, trois, quatre, 06
On va t'péter le coxis à 3 parce-que t'es trop balaize
C'est le bon son de boulbil
Mythomans sont les fans, accroupis sont les groupies

Boulogne, Aubervilliers, Garges Les Gonesses
Grillé les flics et les putains me reconnaissent
Ne me tente pas, j'aime trop l'osseille pour être honnête
J'suis venu vous giffler, dédicace à ???
Vient faire un tour dans gamoss gamoss
22 pouces, chrome, vamoss vamoss
Millionnaire, comme dirait Abdel Hakim
Il y'a qu'un pas entre le concessionnaire et le car-jaking

Majeur en l'air sur la piste
M.c gardez la pêche, vous n'êtes pas sur la liste
C'est pas la rue mais l'être humain qui m'attriste
Comment leur faire confiance, ils ont tué le christ

Bordel, quand on rentre sur la piste
On est venu tizer, claqué du biff
Pas d'embrouilles man, pas de litige
Sinon ça va saigner est-ce que tu piges ?

A l'aise, j' prends deux, trois, quatre, 06
On va t' péter le coxis à 3 parce-que t'es trop balaize
C'est le bon son de boulbil
Mythomans sont les fans, accroupis sont les groupies

moi personélment j adore tou ce ki é rock,metal,death,goth,alternative,black metal........................
mé je hais vraiment tou ce ki é arabe et britney spears et compagnie
(désolé pour les fun)
merci divid by zero pour se sujet ca me plé vraiment

de rien
ta reponse m a beaucoup plu
moi aussi j aime le rock surtou red hot chili pepers system of down
offspring

malgre k c est un peu demode cette chonson mais enchallah ya3jbek ce lycris hate llife

Linkin Park & Jay-Z - Numb / Encore Lyrics


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More Jay Z Lyrics HERE

Artist: Linkin Park & Jay Z
Album: Collision Course
Song: Numb / Encore


Lyrics :

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

Get em Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

What the hell are you waiting for

[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar

divide by zero a écrit:

de rien
ta reponse m a beaucoup plu
moi aussi j aime le rock surtou red hot chili pepers system of down
offspring

systém of a down tayara et red hotchili pepers aussi ya aussi
anathema,epica,after for ever,metallica,dream theater ...............................et la liste é trop long

kool shen & rohff & dadoo

L'avenir est à nous

[Kool Shen]:
A l'époque ils trouvaient tous qu'on manquait d'envergure
Que l'rap c'était pas d'la zik qu'on ramènerait pas d'air pur
Mais moi, j'voulais faire pire créer un truc hyper dur
M'installer vingt piges et fabriquer un son qui perdure
T'as pris perpét l'avenir est à nous
Même si la route fut pas perfect
Ca fait du taf tout ça mais bout à bout
Juste un petit goutte à goutte une l'infiltration
Devenue fleuve aujourd'hui, tant
Vas y fous le titre à fond
Que j'parte ta tête haute les bras en l'air
faut que les tetes saute comme les mines, les branleurs
la merde qu'ya dans l'air
Qu'on fringue ça dans l'heure
Qu'on l'fasse en choeur
Juste avec des micros, un clavier et un sampler
T'as capté le délire
L'avenir est à vous
Y a pas cas y a pas si y a pas de ça y a pas de cas où ça passe pas
Non c'est sur c'est, rap sur écran plasma
Beat fat crime lourd, d'une grosse basse et basta!

{Refrain:}
C'est vrai qu'ça tourne, l'avenir est à nous
Qu'il soit plus question d'parler d'musique taboo
Ca tue, partout
Dans les boites comme dans les halls
J'amène du rêve pour les mômes
Et du gros son pour les gros

[Rohff]:
2005 tapes en 5 j'fais zizir à t'es zinc
Tu flippes comme le Z 5 moi j'rest simple et j'dizinc
J'ai tellement d'ambition qu'l'avenir me craint
J'ai déraillé le train train
J'ai plus de vices qu'un train
J'ai payé le temps à mon horloge j'reçois des éloges dans ma loge
J'pèse la réussite avec un schlass à la gorge
J'vends bien comme à Gégen
J'suis Séchelles j'les gèle j'les gèle j'les saigne comme un russe par une tchètchène
Ma métaphore est scénique
J'suis en guène dans mon Scénic, présence scénique
Comme le soleil j'brille au zénith
J'brule les élites
J'leur fait d'l'ombre donc ils maronnent
Quand j'rappe ils tirent une tête comme si j'avais fourailler leurs daronnes
Tout c'que j'sais faire
Je dois faire faut s'y faire
J'arrêterai quand l'bonheur me rendra tout ce que j'ai souffert
Le rap mon affaire
le bolide fait du scoop
T'inquiète c'est le crew
Mon flow c'est le scoop
J'porte la rue comme une coupe

{Refrain:}
C'est vrai qu'ça tourne
L'avenir est à nous
Qu'il soit plus question d'parler d'musique taboo
Ca tue, partout
Dans les boites comme dans les halls
J'amène du rêve pour les mômes
Et du gros son pour les gros

[Dadoo][(Kool Shen)]:
Quelle chance, quelle chance
Quelle chance d'habiter la France
(Dommage que tant d'rappeurs fassent preuve d'incompétence)
Dans l'ambiance générale mon flow s'installe normal
Dans mon quartier K-Maro devient un acte trop banal
Alors, c'est dans l'respect que je prends le relais,
Les drapeaux de ma ville sur le rap français
J'ai les sourcils froncés
Je viens pour défoncer les portes renforcées après s'être défoncé
Un nouveau track lancé
Le dance floor craque sous l'effet rap lourd et c'est le crack boursier
J'donne pour le sud dans ma lancée
Donne moi ou cave mets toi à balancer
Dans c'rap rincé, rien à prouver tout à trouver
J'remets les gants après le KO trempé
Yeah! C'est un peu comme le tsunami
La première vague partie de la seconde on s'méfie!

{Refrain: x3}
C'est vrai que ça tourne, l'avenir est à nous
Qu'il soit plus question d'parler d'musique taboo
Ca tue, partout
Dans les boites comme dans les halls
J'amène du rêve pour les mômes
Et du gros son pour les gros

tres bon choix bad boy
je compte sur toi pour d autres lycris

j aime cette chanson
creep de radio head

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs rrruunnnnssss...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here..

mala grammm
malkit ma ta3mil ya akrim ??

pk pas je trouve ke c le meilleur sujet

Ana Blid Barcha a écrit:

mala grammm
malkit ma ta3mil ya akrim ??

belehi barra orked ya kobbi ya adim el thawk

elle é super cette chanson mé j en doute si kelk1 la conné

bebe malo

Tu carita de niño guapo
se la ha ido comiendo el tiempo por tus venas,
y tu inseguridad machista
se refleja cada día en mis lagrimitas.

Una vez más no por favor que estoy cansada y no puedo con el corazón.
Una vez más no mi amor por favor,
no grites que los niños duermen.
Una vez mas no por favor que estoy cansada y no puedo con el corazón.
Una vez más no mi amor por favor,
no grites que los niños duermen.

Voy a volverme como el fuego
voy a quemar tu puño de acero
y del morao de mis mejillas saldrá el valor
para cobrarme las heridas.
Malo, malo, malo eres
no se daña quien se quiere, no
tonto, tonto, tonto eres
no te pienses mejor que las mujeres
Malo, malo, malo eres
no se daña quien se quiere, no
tonto, tonto, tonto eres
no te pienses mejor que las mujeres.

El dia es gris cuando tu estás,
y el sol vuelve a salir cuando te vas
y la penita de mi corazón
yo me la tengo que tragar con el fogón.
mi carita de niña linda
se ha ido envejeciendo en el silencio.
cada vez que me dices puta
se hace tu cerebro más pequeño.

Una vez más no por favor que estoy cansaa y no puedo con el corazón.
Una vez más no mi amor por favor,
no grites que los niños duermen
Una vez más no por favor que estoy cansada y no puedo con el corazón.
Una vez más no mi amor por favor,
no grites que los niños duermen.

Voy a volverme como el fuego
voy a quemar tus puño de acero
y del morao de mis mejillas saldrá el valor
para cobrarme las heridas.
Malo, malo, malo eres
no se daña quien se quiere, no
tonto, tonto, tonto eres
no te pienses mejor que las mujeres
Malo, malo, malo eres
no se daña quien se quiere, no
tonto, tonto, tonto eres
no te pienses mejor que las mujeres.

Voy a volverme como el fuego
voy a quemar tus puño de acero
y del morao de mis mejillas saldrá el valor
para cobrarme las heridas.
Malo, malo, malo eres
no se daña quien se quiere, no
tonto, tonto, tonto eres
no te pienses mejor que las mujeres
Malo, malo, malo eres
no se daña quien se quiere, no
tonto, tonto, tonto eres
no te pienses mejor que las mujeres.

malo, malo eres,
malo eres, porque quieres...
malo, malo eres...
no me chilles, que me duele...

eres débil y eres malo,
y no te pienses mejor que yo ni que nadie...
y ahora yo me fumo un cigarrito
y te echo el humo en el corazoncito...
porque, malo malo eres, tú...
malo, malo eres,sí...
malo, malo eres, siempre...
malo, malo eres...

Eminem - Mosh Lyrics

Intro: (Kids: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.. (BOOM) (Kids: And to the Republic..) Eminem: People.. (Kids: For which it stands..) Eminem: Hahaha.. (Kids: One nation under God.. Indivisible..) Eminem: It feels so good to be back! Verse 1: I scrutinize every word, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind I give sight to the blind, my insight's through the mind I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time It's just all in your mind - what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'ma whip someone’s ass If you don’t understand, don’t even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a father-less past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon That has, or at least shows, no difficulty multi-taskin' and juggling both Perhaps mastered-his-craft slash entrepreneur Who has helped launch a few more rap-bags Who’s had a few obstacles thrown his way Through the last half of his career Typical manure, moving past that Mister kiss-his-ass-crack, he’s a class-act Rubber-band man, yeah, he just snaps back Chorus: Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me, and I wont steer you wrong Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel we gon’ fight We gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp We gon’ march through the swamp We gon’ mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors Come on.. Verse 2: All the people up top, on the side and the middle Come together, let's all form this swamp just a little Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black No matter what color, all that matters we're gathered together To celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather If it rains, let it rain Yeah, the wetter the better They ain’t gon’ stop us - they can't We're stronger now, more then ever They tell us "No", we say "Yeah" They tell us "Stop", we say "Go" Rebel with a rebel yell Raise hell - we gon’ let em know Stomp, push, shove, mush.. Fuck Bush Until they bring our troops home, c'mon, just.. Chorus: Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me, and I wont steer you wrong Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel we gon’ fight We gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp We gon' march through the swamp We gon' mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors Come on.. Verse 3: Imagine it pourin’, it's rainin’ down on us Moshpits outside the oval office Someone’s tryin to tell us something Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible For this monster - this coward that we have empowered This is Bin Laden Look at his head noddin’ How could we allow something like this without pumpin' our fists Now, this is our final hour Let me be the voice, and your strength and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise Try to amplify it, times it, and multiply it by sixteen million People are equal at this high pitch Maybe we can reach al CIAda through my speech Let the president answer our high anarchy Strap him with a AK-47, let him go fight his own war Let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking that we ain’t loyal If we don’t serve our own country, we’re patronizing our hero Look in his eyes, its all lies The stars and stripes, have been swiped Washed out and wiped and replaced with his own face Mosh now or die If I get sniped tonight, you’ll know why ‘Cuz I told you to fight Chorus: Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me, and I wont steer you wrong Put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog To the light at the end of the tunnel we gon' fight We gon' charge, we gon' stomp We gon' march through the swamp We gon' mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors Come on Outro: Eminem: And as we proceed to mosh through this desert storm.. in these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ.. as we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army to disarm this weapon of mass destruction that we call our president for the present.. and mosh for the future of our next generation.. to speak and be heard.. Mr President.. Mr Senator.. (Kids: Hear us, hear us?.. Hahaha)

Alicia Keys (If I Ain't Got You)


Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power yeah
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things
Define what's within
And I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you

Some people search for a fountain
The promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove you love them

Hand me a world on a silver platter
And what good would it be?
With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, you, you

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you

If I ain't got you with me baby
Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me baby

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Chingy - Balla Baby Lyrics

Album: Powerballin'

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Lyrics:
You know the definition,
of a balla,
(uh hu) that's me,
c-h-i-n-g to the y,
let me explain it to you though,

Chorus:
I'm a balla (say what),
high, roller baby (baby, baby),
shot colla (thats right),
ain't nobody this crazy (like me) ,
you a hatta (you a hatta),
why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
fake playa (yeap, fake playa),
ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real),
(oh, oh, oh)

Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty),
I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me),
and your proud I looking flashy,
errrthings on your mind,
just ask me,
I know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit),
carrots all in the dezzy,
it's a habbit (uh),
wurrs my cash,
outside I gotta Benz and Jag (both sittin on chrome).
Is she down for gettin dirty with a 'get it' boy,
All I need is one night just hit it boy,
After the club we can checkin at five-star telly,
Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly,
what's your name sheena,
(ah) that you was shelly,
don't matta four o'clock,
just be ready,
foreva solja probably won't come,
back from your momma,
must we think that's where ya get your back from,

Chorus:
I'm a balla (say what),
high, roller baby (baby, baby),
shot colla (thats right),
ain't nobody this crazy (like me) ,
you a hatta (you a hatta),
why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
fake playa (yeap, fake playa),
ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real),
(hands up, hands up, oh oh oh)

now I know we keep it crackin ask em and brit, (whats up)
the girls on us so dirty who you rollin wit, (G-I-P)
from magic city to the pink slip in the lou, (lou)
them chicks love the diamonds that I get from rob jewels,
we been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin,
we be surrounding by girls man and I ain't burping,
all I know is money cash, sex, and j,
and I got all three no I dun play,
chicks call me drama king like k-slay, (k-slay)
cuz n the bed I bring it (yeah) night and day,
lettin rounds off in em like an ak,
you leavin wit me tell me is it free or do I have to pay, (what you say)

Chorus:
I'm a balla (say what),
high, roller baby (baby, baby),
shot colla (thats right),
ain't nobody this crazy (like me) ,
you a hatta (you a hatta),
why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
fake playa (balla) (yeap, fake playa),
ain't nobody killin (balla) (hey, I'm a ball for real),
(yes, yes, oh oh oh)

I like them black, white, puerto ricon, or haitian,
like japanese, chinese, or even asian, (okay)
don't matter what colour on this occasion, (fo sho)
like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin,
I said to god it's me girls praisin,
meet me at about 6 at the days inn,
5 of em, 1 of me, I'm feelin caged in,
I'm a pimp, I'm gonna keep on playin,
you know I love em for that one night, (one night)
I could take on ten with my one pipe, (one pipe)
knock em all like a bowlin pin on site, (on site)
make em soak, change, girl lookherre you better get your mind right, (cuz...)

Chorus:
I'm a balla (say what),
high, roller baby (baby, baby),
shot colla (thats right),
ain't nobody this crazy (like me) ,
you a hatta (you a hatta),
why you tryin to play me (I don't think he know),
fake playa (yeap, fake playa),
ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a balla for real).

Artist : Lemar

Title : If There's Any Justice

Album : N/A

Genre :





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Ooohh, Yeah,
I would be your man
You would be my girl
Oh yeah
If I'd found you first you know it's true
He would be alone
I would be with You

When you decide
Don't let me down
Cos there's nothing to be certain in my life
And you've seen a thousand times
There's not much justice in the world
Oh No - oh

If there's any justice in your heart
Your love really changed
Ease it in too hard
Oh No

Why don't you remember how it feels
Not to give a damn for anyone but me
Yeah

I can't believe you'd be deceived
Changing memories from truth to fantasy
When there's nothing left but tears
And there's not much justice in the world
Oh

Just because he's wrapped around your finger
Don't fool yourself with dreams that might appear
Oh
In time you'll stop and trust your feelings
The truth is out there somewhere
It's blowing in the wind
Ohhh-ohh

If theres any justice in the world
I would be your man
You would be my girl

If I found you first you know its true
He would be alone and I would be with you
yeah..
When you decide - don't let me down
Cos there's nothing to be certain in my life
And I've seen a thousand times
There's not much justice in the world.
No-o-o

If I should lose the girl
You know that there's not much justice in the world
No, No-oh
If there's any justice in the world
You're gonna be my baby
You're gonna be my baby
You're gonna be my baby

Artist : Ludacris

Title : Get Back

Album : N/A

Genre : Hip Hop

Submitted By : whuneluv@aol.com



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[Intro]
Heads up! Heads up!
Here's another one!
And a - and another one
OOHHHHHHHH!!!

[Chorus]
Yeek yeek woop woop!! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
That I ain't trying to hear!
Get back muhfucker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhfucker!! You don't know me like that!!)
Yeek yeek woop woop!! I ain't playing around!
Make one false move I'll take ya down
Get back muhfucker! You don't know me like that!
(Get back muhfucker!! You don't know me like that!!)

[Verse]
WHOO!! S-s-so c'mon c'mon
DON'T ... get swung on, swung on
It's the knick knack paddywhack, still ride in Cadillacs
Family off the street! made my homies put the baggies back
Still stacking plaques! (yep!) still action packed! (yep!)
And dough!! I keep it flipping like acrobats!
That's why I pack a mac, that'll crack 'em back
Cause on my waist there's more Heat than the Shaq Attack
But I ain't speaking about ballin, ballin
Just thinking about brawlin till y'all start bawlin
We all in together now, birds of a feather now
Just bought a plane so we changing the weather now
So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on
Or knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flown
Cause I'll prove it! scratch off the music!
Like hey little stupid! don't make me lose it!!

[Chorus]

[Bridge - repeat 4x]
I came (I came) I saw (I saw)
I hit 'em right dead in the jaw (in the jaw)

[Verse]
See I caught 'em wit a right hook, caught 'em wit a jab
Caught 'em wit an uppercut, kicked 'em in his ass
Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk!
No trips to the county, I ain't for that walk!
We split like two pins at the end of a lane
We'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your vain
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain
Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
HEY! You want what wit me?!
I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!
GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!
You want what wit me?!
I'm a tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!
GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose
And I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!

[Verse]
Man! Cause I don't wanna do that
I want to have a good time and enjoy my Jack
Sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell
So I can wake up in the morning wit a story to tell
I know it's been a lil while since I been out the house!
But now I'm here, you wanna stand around
running your mouth?!
I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so wassup!
Can't you see we in the club?! Man shut the fuck up!!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!
Ah! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!
WHOO!! The Red Light District!!
WHOO!! The Red Light District!!
Ah, we in The Red Light District

Na-Na Na-Na
by Nelly

Album : Sweat
Submitted by : moderator
Corrected by :


Jazze Pha:
Man to tell you the truth I didn’t wanna go to the club
Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen
This, is truly an event
Nelly Nel, Jazze Phizzle, Jazz Phiza-fel
(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Woooo-eee!
(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Woo, woo, woo, oh boy!
(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Oh boy! Ohhh!
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey

Chorus:
Well uh-huh, well uh-huh girl I'm parked outside
And you know that it's sittin on chrome, chrome (uh-huh)
Hey, I'm just lookin for a pretty young thang
that uh, I can take home (take home)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr - shorty can we
leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)

Nelly:
I'm throwin nuggets out the fellow I push to Carmello
Yellow on yellow flooded the band and the bezel
Hear me now! Oh, no, did you see the hue?
I took the Phantom to the Opera, same van roll through the ghetto
Can we leave hurr? Shorty need to make up her mind
I seen them niggaz over there, but they ain't takin my shine
Got 7 niggaz tryin to be me, out here breakin they spine
But they got 7 different levels for they minions to mind
I want you both shorty (oh) go get it crunk shorty (oh)
I see your A-T-L stamp and go' head and stomp shorty (oh)
I got that shake now, and don't be scared now
Cause we can come from the kitchen up to that bed now
Shit it ain't nuttin to a boss, I heat you like air off
It ain't nuttin, they ain't cuttin, they frontin, that's they loss
Cause the, 'Tics is good, and the van is paid off
And I done got so damn cocky I took that Band-Aid off

Chorus:
Well uh-huh, well uh-huh girl I'm parked outside
And you know that it's sittin on chrome, chrome (uh-huh)
Hey, I'm just lookin for a pretty young thang
that uh, I can take home (take home)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr - shorty can we
leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)

Nelly:
Uhhhhhhhh, picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Third album, same focus, my intent is to get richer
I'm with my dirty Jazze Phizzle, he killin that instrumental
Youse a cold-ass nigga on the track (SHO' NUFF!)
Man - I'm tired of poppin these bottles, tired of fuckin these models
I'm tired of these menage-a nights - yeah right (PSYCH!)
I was built for it, I got hip for it
I even got a little swagger in my limp for it
I done had, sex in the city plus sex in the country
You know - sex in the zoo di-rectly behind the monkeys
Hold up! Don't get me wrong, I'm lookin for Ms. Right
But tonight ain't the time, I'm lookin for right now
It's two-thousand-fo', I'm in a new home
Threw out the Bentley bought a Double R {?}
It's like I'm holdin on to permanent mistletoe, I think you been sittin low
I got a driver dirty, he come when the whistle blow

Chorus:
Well uh-huh, well uh-huh girl I'm parked outside
And you know that it's sittin on chrome, chrome (uh-huh)
Hey, I'm just lookin for a pretty young thang
that uh, I can take home (take home)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr - shorty can we
leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)

Nelly:
(Na-nana-na) I'm smoother than you know
(Na-nana-na) Cadillac do's and bank rolls
(Na-nana-na) I simply go places you can't go
Ain't see me in no Linc', but you know that derrty in Brougham
I be on my (grind-na-grind-na-grind-na-grind)
With my money on my (mind-my-mind-my-mind-my-mind)
Plus I'm still in my (prime-my-prime-my-prime-my-prime)
And we be smokin that (la-lala-lala-lala)

Chorus:
Well uh-huh, well uh-huh girl I'm parked outside
And you know that it's sittin on chrome, chrome (uh-huh)
Hey, I'm just lookin for a pretty young thang
that uh, I can take home (take home)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr - shorty can we
leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)
Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)

(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana)
*repeat to fade

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[Chorus]
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she's got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I'm thrown and I dont know what to do
But I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so thrown and I don't know what to do
But to give you part two of my confessions

[Verse 1]
Now this gon' be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin' to myself askin' how I'm gon' tell you
'bout that chick on part 1 I told ya'll I was creepin' with, creepin' with
Said she's 3 months pregnant and she's keepin' it
The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it's mine and is it true
Third thing was me wishin' that I never did what I did
How I ain't ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

[Chorus]
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I'm thrown and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so thrown and I don't know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

[Verse 2]
sitting here stuck on stupid tryna figure out
When, what, and how I'mma let this come out of my mouth
Said it ain't gon' be easy
But I need to stop thinkin', contemplatin'
Be a man and get it over with (over with)
I'm ridin' in my whip
Racin' to her place
Talkin' to myself
Preparin' to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn't want to come near me
I said 1 second,baby
Please hear me

[Chorus]
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I'm thrown and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so thrown and I don't know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

[Breakdown]
This by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I'm having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I'm man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you'll give me another chance
This ain't about my career
This ain't about my life
It's about us
and what we go through

[Chorus]
These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I'm thrown and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so thrown and I don't know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

mad world ======) micheal andrews


All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places – worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere – going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression – no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow – no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday – happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen – sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me – no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me – look right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
Mad world . . . world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

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