mercredi 30 décembre 2009

Carbonara

Je me suis fait les pâtes carbonara de Di Stasio hier soir, recette super simple, mais franchement c'était pas mal bon!

http://aladistasio.telequebec.tv/recettes/recette.aspx?id=744

mardi 29 décembre 2009

Range Murata

Je ne suis pas un fan invétéré de Range Murata, mais l'éclairage sur cette oeuvre est particulièrement frappant.

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Working on Gunpla

lundi 28 décembre 2009

3D dot game heroes

11 mai 2010, à ne pas manquer, PS3 exclusive

dimanche 27 décembre 2009

Gucci Mane - Spotlight feat. Usher

Blog refresh

What it do?

J'ai fait un petit changement de template sur Ton Blogue Préféré, en espérant que ça vous plaise. Me semble que la liste de tags à gauche est assez pratique, perso j'ai redécouvert plein de posts assez drôles!!!

A+

jeudi 24 décembre 2009

Total Crap - Mini Pop Kids 6

dimanche 6 décembre 2009

50 Cent - Do you think about me

désolé, c'est en accéléré

samedi 5 décembre 2009

Juvenile - Gotta get it

dimanche 29 novembre 2009

Cafe Jamaican Blue Mountain




On regarde le prix...

Louis Vuitton Tambour Mysterieuse




272 000$

samedi 28 novembre 2009

Ludacris - how low can you go



[Hook]
How low can you go? [8x]

[Ludacris]
Luda!
She could go lower than i ever really thought she could,
Face down, ass up!
The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans,
Baby pull your pants up,
I like it when i see you do it,
Better then i ever seen it done before,
A lot of women drop it to the ground,
But how low can you go?
Lower then your mama’s ever seen it in her life time,
Never would’ve imagined did not even in her right mind,
Practice in front of that mirror,
Now you doing it on the dance floor,
Mad cause i can’t get wit ya ya just show me how to dance (OH!)
I may not wanna get low so i post it up kinda like a playa do,
But if you come to the crib,
Then i might show you girls a thang or 2,
Yea i think you a superstar wit a ass like that you gotta blow,
Before you make it big,
Theres just 1 thing i gotta know

[Chorus]

How low can you go? [8x]

I could go low, (Go low) lower than you know,
go low,(go low) lower than you know,
go low,(go low) lower than you know,
go low,(go low) lower than you know,
go low,(go low) lower than you know,

[Luda]

I be like Nick-nac-paddywac,
Oh where my kitty cat give a dog a bone,
How many licks does it takes till i get to the center and let a realer n-gga take you home,
I could make me show stop,
Soon as you hear this flow pop,
From A-T-L-A-N-T-A and all the way down to your drop,
Put the needle on a record and i make her get lower than a Lamborghini,
And if she really gettin low then imma shoot a video and put it all on TV,
Cos i like that French vanilla and the caramel,
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
But when it comes to chocolate,
I know that very well,
Asian persuasion,
no discrimination,
I love how they seen to please us,
I wanna taste them butterican pican peanut buttercups like reeses pieces,
Cause i think you a superstar,
With a ass like that you gotta blow,
Before you make it big,
Well there just 1 thing i gotta know,

[Hook]
[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it,
Don’t stop, (Get it, get it)
Put it on reverse just to rack it up,
Let me put some Luda in it,
Show me what you workin wit,
I’ll show you some of this back row,
Yea you a superstar but theres 1 thing i gotta know though,
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[End]

The Game feat. Kanye West - Wouldn't Get Far

Clip est nice, Kanye qui rock BAPE



[Intro: samples from "I'd Find You Anywhere"]
For you baby, I'd find you [4X]
You wouldn't get far

[The Game]
I done been around the world, been around the block
Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac
Like Vida Guerrera, ass took her to the top
She'll give you some brains you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock
Picture that like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Putting oil on her likes like she Gloria Velez
She was (Eye Candy) in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell
I knew she {"wouldn't get far"} cause five hundred dollars
can't get you that {"far"} how you get that {"far"}
And all these new video bitches trying to be Melissa Ford
But they don't know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord
She a video vixen, but behind closed doors
She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards
Ha ha

[Chorus: The Game]
{"You wouldn't get far"} Fucking them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
{"You wouldn't get far"} If you kept your legs closed
{"It would be just a waste of time"} But you know
{"You wouldn't get far"} Fucking them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
{"For you baby, I'd find you"} For you
And you, for alla y'all

[Kanye West]
For you... uhh..

Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
did I have under my belt, like boxers
Not to brag but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
bitches knowing damn well they gon' call me?
The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen
was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for a pre.. nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo
Well why the hell you think these bitches coming at me fo'?
But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio
Yo

[Chorus - sub "mouth closed" for "legs closed"]

[The Game]
I done had my share of bitches with long hair
Short doo like Kalissa, Halle in "Boomerang" yeah
I been around the block in the Bentley drop top
In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fucking with Scott
I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case
She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes
And ain't nobody trying to take Beyonce from Jay
But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day
The things niggaz do when pussy sitting on they face
Stabbed Un in the stomach
She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit
Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, fo'
Impala, forget the double D's
I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Takara
And she ain't win the show but she riding in that Gallardo
That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow

[Chorus]

[The Game]
God damn! Y'knahmsayin?
I'm sitting back watching Kanye video
And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video
Then I flip the muh'fuckin channel
Checking out my uncle Snoop Dogg video
And I see the same BITCH, that was in my video! Y'knowhatI'msayin?
And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watching Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina
I see the same bitch on Oprah, floating away on the hood of a Camry
That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video!
I mean DAMN! Everywhere I look
Everywhere I go I see the same hoes
Don't get mad, I'm only being real
Yeah

The-Dream - Fancy

R&B

The-Dream coproduced Rihanna's 2007 smash hit "Umbrella"



She all on me cuz all I do is ride around the Bentleys coups
Got no need she got me buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop right there in the floor

dimanche 25 octobre 2009

Entrepreneuriat Web 2.0 X Japon X Danny Choo

En français!

Chris Brown - I Can Transform Ya (Feat. Lil Wayne & Swizz Beatz)



[Lil Wayne]
Hey Lil Mama,
I can transform ya,
i can’t dance but I can dance on ya,
Swiss on the beats, Chris move ya feet,
and baby I can transform ya him to a me,
I can change your life, make it so new,
make you never want to go back to the old you,
Ciroc and lime, give it a lil time,
and she can transform like Optimus Prime,

[Chris Brown]
Need a ride I can Range you up,
money i can change you up,
you can ride your own, no longer be the passenger,
swag low I build you up,
knees we can stand you up,
red lips, red dress, like em like a fire truck,

What you need, you can have that,
my black card they don’t decline that,
see potential in ya,
let me mould that,

I can transform ya like a transformer,
I can transform ya,
I can transform ya,
Anything ya want, i can get it for ya,
your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya,
I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya,

Shoes you got it (got it)
Bags you got it (got it),
cars you got it (got it),
money still got it (got it),
I can transform ya, I can transform ya,
Anything you want I can (i can) get it for ya,

See me in the video you can have it really though,
iced out everything, frigid like an eskimo,
wanna fly, we can go, anywhere you wanna go,
Jimmy Choos in Italy, Louie V in Tokyo,
something like Pinnochio,
if you lie down imma grow,
wanna see me do it big,
i can show you how it goes,
take you from an amatuer to being professional,
(I can have you swag surfing – autotune)

What you need, you can have that,
my black card they don’t decline that,
see potential in ya,
let me mould that,

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Ok,
I can transform ya like a transformer,
i can turn you from a human to a Carter,
take you off the bench and turn ya to a starter,
then take you home and put you on a charger,
then (then) my cars transforms to a charter,
and we can fly to wherever you ever thought of,
heha, i take you to where its warmer,
then i gotta rip off your dress like a warm up,
heha, but Im just getting warmed up,
so tell your man he better get his voltron up,
i transform her to a Ducatti and then I transform me to a Bugatti,
cos her form puts me in a trance,
i transform smaller and she puts me in her pants,
Swiss on the Beat, Chris move ya feet
and Weezy transform a good girl to a freak,

[Chorus]
[End]

dimanche 18 octobre 2009

Rock Japan 2009

RIJ09 #1 Ulfuls 1/3
RIJ09 #1 Ulfuls 2/3
RIJ09 #1 Ulfuls 3/3
RIJ09 #2 Fujifabric 1/3
RIJ09 #2 Fujifabric 2/3
RIJ09 #2 Fujifabric 3/3
RIJ09 #3 E.YAZAWA 1/4
RIJ09 #3 E.YAZAWA 2/4
RIJ09 #3 E.YAZAWA 3/4
RIJ09 #3 E.YAZAWA 4/4
RIJ09 #5 ぱふゅ~む 1/3
RIJ09 #5 ぱふゅ~む 2/3
RIJ09 #5 ぱふゅ~む 3/3
RIJ09 #9 くれば 1/3
RIJ09 #9 くれば 2/3
RIJ09 #9 くれば 3/3
RIJ09 #10 chatmonchy 1/4
RIJ09 #10 chatmonchy 2/4
RIJ09 #10 chatmonchy 3/4
RIJ09 #10 chatmonchy 4/4

dimanche 11 octobre 2009

Policenauts en anglais



Policenauts (ポリスノーツ) is a cinematic adventure game, with a hard science fiction storyline published by Konami, written and directed by Hideo Kojima. It was initially released for the PC-9821 computer platform in 1994, followed by remade versions for the 3DO in 1995, and the PlayStation and Sega Saturn in 1996. The game has never been officially released outside Japan, despite plans for an English localization of the Saturn version. On August 24 , 2009 (in honour of the 46th birthday of the game designer, Hideo Kojima), an unofficial English translation patch was released onto the internet.

More Gran Tuismo 5 love

Gran Turismo vient de sortir sur PSP... ça m'apparait complètement inutile, sauf qu'il parait qu'on pourra transférer notre garage du PSP directement dans la version PS3...hummmmm












samedi 10 octobre 2009

Zach Galifianakis

Raekwon - House of Flying Daggers

feat. Inspectah Deck, GZA, Ghostface Killah & Method Man



Raekwon en entrevue, je cite: "Surround yourself with honest niggaz"

kung fu sample]
Hehehehe, nobody is going to save you now

[Chorus: GZA]
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump

[Inspectah Deck]
I pop off like a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime can't top the scorch
Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche
FBI wanna watch the force, trying to lock my source
Where I'm from, hear the macs, techs, glocks and fours
Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors
No respect for the cops and laws
In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours
Seen things that'll drop your jaw
My soldiers got dropped in war, see the mural on the project wall?
Won't stop til I copped them all
Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, trade shots and all
Cuz I ain't on the clock for talk
The Spot Rusher, blow down the spot for sure
Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more
The General, watch your board

[Raekwon]
Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The cameras on with the make-up and all
Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, papi whoadie ride
Bolt his gun off, from know your horse, she lied
Fly criteria, bury me in Africa
With whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of Syria
A true don, only I could do wrong
Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less, I'mma blow regardless
Resume is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger E's
And speak with the youth in the spot, eat the fresh fruit in the crop
All these hip hoppers eat cock
You could see me in the street or the yacht
I'd rather be promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with gwops
Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude
Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo

[Chorus 2X: GZA]
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what

[Ghostface Killah]
Leather jackets on, rocked up rock stars
Treacherous bank robbers, the plan go dub, we pop guards
The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry, that's why we ain't scared
To dump on niggas, our guns is chunky
Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints
Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize
Still got gear in the closet, that's stupid live
From Benetton rugby skullies, Oshkosh conductor jumpers
The train hats fit me lovely
Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy
While I politic his birthday bash with Puffy
Bagged Nia soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up
I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut (yeah, yeah)
Slippers, robes is minked up, under the doorag, bro (uh, yo, yo)
My three dimensional fade is clean cut

[Method Man]
Man, ya'll niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust
Split your melon like I split the Dutch
Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs
Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs
Man, is Staten in this bitch or what?
Don't get it twisted, we, twist it up and even mixed with dust
See these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life
Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts
Got a whole line of classic joints, and while you at it
Pass the joint, let's push this music past the point
Of no return, til it crash and burn, down the ashes
Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn
When it's my time to go, for sure, ya nigga goes to war
What you think I brought these soldiers for?
To send shot, like forget me not, at any nigga
Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got

[kung fu sample]
Hehe, your basic kung fu is no good
You can't move fast enough
And you don't have enough strength
And your body movements are like a street climber
It's too easy for me to trip you up
*fighting*
Hehehe, how's it feel, huh?
It's no good, I'm afraid my back is broken
Hahaha, you've still got a lot to learn

jeudi 8 octobre 2009

samedi 26 septembre 2009

Rick Ross feat. Nelly & Avery Storm - Here I Am



[Chorus]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

[Verse 1]
Sight seeing we might be in the
Codra port or that new white BM
Home from FAMU with a gorgeous face,
Next semester she transfer to Florida state
Cooking like home-etch for financial aid.
I highly doubt she has problems with financial aid .
Remember mean time my finance is straight
I even open up the doors to the panantial states Boss
She used to fight with her moms,
Till I sat em both down
Now she's tight with her moms (what?)
Yeah I put the ice on her arm,
Now she know she getting sliced
Spending nights in Milan (yeah)
We still blow weed together,
Cheated on her but we still gone be together
With the house on the water hit the beach whenever
She's from the north and still can't believe there whether Boss

[Chorus]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

[Verse 2]
Hear I am and here I go
Why you looking for that other
When you got the best?
The previous was a test for ya,
Now you in the big leagues
A black Steinbrenner who
Wouldn't wanna play for me?
Ya last man was a chump
And you can tell him I said it
He was talking a lot at first,
But you can see that dead it
You can see I ain't sweat it,
Hell ill even call him my self
And tell him I dead it naw
Please don't confuse me miss
I'm tryina see if I could put you
On my Christmas list
I hope you ain't offended by this
But I think your ass fine as shit and
That's straight up real talk, all bullshit
Aside she replied
"I Like To Do The Wild Thang"
Action took place at my place
Now my place is her place

[Chorus]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

[Verse 3]
Mo better mo cheddar not the man
Off your clothes last sweater (what)
Hoe getter gorilla f**k chuffers,
I went and got mo killers boss
I rock with Niggas like Fabulous cause
He tell the truth baby like Fabulous
But you make it look glamorous
Here's spaghetti strapped heals not for amateurs
Risk quite rocky, talk like foxy, job like roxy,
Spark that broccoli walk quite aky
Let me sexy I will save you if you let me.
Fly with me, get high as me
I love the alphabet girl I'm a G
Time will tell, Rolex watches
We show stoppas, hoes just watching

[Chorus]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

Gran Turismo 5 X Mercedes Benz SLS AMG

Gran Turismo 5 X Ferrari 458 Italia

samedi 19 septembre 2009

Chuck Berry feat. John Lennon - Johnny B. Goode

Wow, il y a vraiment des trésors sur youtube!

Drake - Best I Ever Had



You know a lot of girls be thinkin' my songs are about them
This is not to get confused, this one's for you

Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it

'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up
She make me beg for it till she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time

I say you the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the best I ever had, best I ever had
Best I ever had, best I ever had, I say you the fucking

Know you got a roommate, call me when it's no one there
Put the key under the mat, and you know I'll be over there
I'll be over there, shawty, I'll be over there
I'll be hitting all the spots that you ain't even know was there

Ha and you all ain't even have to ask twice
You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice
Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life
Have a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life

Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on
That's when you're the prettiest, I hope that you don't take it wrong
You don't even trip when friends say you ain't bringin' Drake along
You know that I'm working, I'll be there soon as I make it home

And she a patient in my waiting room
Never pay attention to them rumors and what they assume
And until them girls prove it
I'm the one they never get confused with

'Cause baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it

'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up
She make me beg for it till she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time

I say you the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the best I ever had, best I ever had
Best I ever had, best I ever had, I say you the fucking

Sex, love, pain, baby, I be on that tank shit
Buzz so big, I could probably sell a blank disk
When my album drop, bitches will buy it for the picture
And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it for they sister

Magazine, paper, girl, but money ain't the issue
They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial
She call me the referee 'cause I be so official
My shirt ain't got no stripes but I can make your pussy whistle

Like the Andy Griffith theme song
And who told you to put them jeans on
Double cup love, you the one I lean on
Feeling for a fix then you should really get your fiend on

Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot
Every single show she out there reppin' like a mascot
Get it from the back and make your fucking bra strap pop
All up in yo slot until the nigga hit the jackpot

Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it

'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gonna live it up
She make me beg for it till she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time

I say you the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the best I ever had, best I ever had
Best I ever had, best I ever had

I say you the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the fucking best, you the fucking best
You the best I ever had, best I ever had
Best I ever had, best I ever had

Uh, uh yeah, see this the type of joint
You got to dedicate to somebody
Just make sure they that special somebody
Young Money
Ya, ya, you know who you are, I got you

mercredi 16 septembre 2009

50 Cent feat. Ne-Yo - Baby by me



sorti jeudi dernier, donc lyrics sont approximatifs

[50 cent]
Have a baby by me baby, ??be a millionaire?? *repeat few times to lazy to count

[Ne-yo]
Imma play no games, when im in that thang
come see what i mean (Come see what i mean, you see what i mean)
i said lil mama put me on (baby put me on)
bet im gon have you gone (see what i mean)

[50 cent]
First is her neck yea then her back
yeah im a freak, i get in all that
girl ??? like a pornostar ?? had nothing i just needed a little bit more
new music, new mood, new position
new erotic sounds its going down now listen
i could hear your heart beat
your sweatin
i could paint a perfect picture
i get deeper and deeper
i told cha i'd get chya
I'd work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby
turn a quickie in-to an all nighter maybe
your sexdrive it match my sexdrive
then we movin as fast as a nascar rides
switch gears slow down, go down, whoa now
you could feel every inch of it ??when we into it??
??i'd use my drug?? baby, a little sprung maybe
i had your head spinnin sayin 50 ????


[Ne-yo]
Imma play no games, when im in that thang
come see what i mean (Come see what i mean, you see what i mean)
i said lil mama put me on (baby put me on)
bet im gon have you gone (see what i mean)

[50 cent]
Have a baby by me baby, ??be a millionaire?? *repeat few times to lazy to count


[50 cent]
Girl welcome to "give me what you got and gimme more"
baby you could start on top or on ??floors??
you know i like it when you get in to it
dont nobody do it uh like i do it
feel a rush from my touch
get intoxicated, drunk off my love call it hennessy thug
passion u laughin i make you smilin on the regular
tell me what you want shawty thats what imma get you
yo i need you to be what i need more than liquor and weed
i need you to make, me a ??seed?? i need you to give me a reason to breath
i need you im tellin this so u know what i need
id be a part time a full time lovers, a meant to be lova
dont matter which way it go, im oh so gutta
girl you could get it however you want, get it, im feeling you still feelin you right now, get it

[Ne-yo]
Imma play no games, when im in that thang
come see what i mean (Come see what i mean, you see what i mean)
i said lil mama put me on (baby put me on)
bet im gon have you gone (see what i mean)

[50 cent]
Have a baby by me baby, ??be a millionaire?? *repeat few times to lazy to count

samedi 12 septembre 2009

Birdman ft. Drake & Lil Wayne - Money To Blow



Drake]
I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin while i’m sippin it
Encourage you to try it
I’m probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it
The club owner supply it
Boy i’m on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don’t want me to be
Guess what i made it
I’m the muthaf-cking man
I just want you to see come take a look
Get a load of this n-gga
Quit frontin on me
Don’t come around and try come gas me up
I like runnin on E
I, I, I,
Im on my Disney shit goofy flow
On records i’m captain hook and my new car is roofio
Damn
Where my roof just go
Im somebody that you should know
Get to shakin somethin cus thats what Drumma produced it for
Yes i make mistakes that i don’t ever make excuses for
Like even girls that love me and Constantly seducing hoes
I’m losing my thoughts i say damn
Where my roof go?
Top slipped off like Janet at the super bowl,
I got em

[Chorus]
they can’t help it, and I can’t blame ‘em
Since I got famous but b-tch, I got money to blow
Im gettin it in, letting these bills fall
All over your skin
Got money to blow oh oh oh oh

[Birdman]
Richer than the richest
We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store
And later get served
We smoked out with no roof on it
Them people passin so we smash on them
Ballin out we keep the cash on deck
Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V-set
Louie lens iced out with the black diamonds
Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider
No lie i’m higher than i ever been
Born rich born uptown born to win
Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint foreign lights with my b-tch in
Born hustlin too big n-gga to strive me up
Cant stop me more money burn em up

[Chorus]

[Weezy]
When I get paid every 24 hours money and the power
Come to VIP and get a Champagne Shower
I don’t have to worry because everything ours,
and I got a big bouquet of Mary Janes Flowers
That kush I promise Thats My Dude
But we don’t smoke that Reggie Bush
And I’m with two women make you take a second look
We poppin like Champagne Bottles But We Never Shook
and We Goin Be Alright If We Put Drake On Every Hook

[Chorus]

Lupe Fiasco feat. Matthew Santos - Shining Down



look up in the sky
look up in the sky

you thought I was down
you thought I was gone
that I went around
thought I left you alone

but look up in the sky
just look up in the sky
see that I'm everywhere
shining down on you

well well, is it our little author
coming back humming his hymns a little altered
your attention put back on the flow like the department of water
taking off of the door like Little Walter(?)
Chess yes baby i'm Jerry Lawler
rebel with a cause, outlaw with a lawyer
judge jury like a loop(?) rap name Lupe
but my daddy named me warrior
this is a memorial

you thought I was down
you thought I was gone
that I went around
thought I left you alone

but look up in the sky
just look up in the sky
see that I'm everywhere
shining down on you

no, i ain't the nigga trying to get a liquor line
when i be scripting lines, want this petition signed
it says i'm sick of dying, sick of this prison time
i really love my people i'm sick of pimping mine

now if we autotune that shit
we can hear the songs from that opera grown fat b*tch
tellin us not to pursue it just to shoo it like a blacksmith
we trapped and movin round in circles like it's chapstick

and that's the same encircled way of thinking that we chat with
well wrap this like around your head like the bandanas
Fabolous used to wrap his hat with
rather be in FEDS instead of National Geographics
well I'm not having it

you thought I was down
you thought I was gone
that I went around (?)
thought I left you alone

but look up in the sky
just look up in the sky
see that I'm everywhere
shining down on you

so i say hello and this is for the third time
to everybody out there that ain't never heard lines
and if you have then you know you ain't never heard lyin
Lu don't move no cowards (cow-words), you only heard lions
not a facade cherisher i'd rather have the scars
i don't idolize america, i'm dancing with the stars
all of them yeah they are too
you look up and all of us shining down on you

Fabolous - Breathe



WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!

[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)

[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE

(Hook II)
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE

You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Juan do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK I]

[HOOK II]

I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I make it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to BREATHE
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then BREATHE

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK I]

[HOOK II]

When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F
To the A-B, its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?
While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
the Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody BREATHE

One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta.. BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE

The Clipse feat Pharrel - I'm good



[Pharrell]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay...Yeah!
Yeah...Hahaha....
Ay, Yeah...Yea
Yeah...Hahaha...Ow!

[Chorus]

You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

Two hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (Looking good...)

[Pusha]

Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like I'm Shamoo
In that big body, with the wet paint
I got some pocket change, from selling wet weight
Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest
Looking at my Blackberry, freak hit me on the text
Come and beat it up, I just need a minute
You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it (Yes!)
Niggas don't like it when you looking good
Hate it when you shining through the neighborhood
Brand new ride, niggas know the time
Hoes cut they eyes--we call them samurais (martial arts ad lib)
Fly as I could ever be
A level of success that you could never see
You jealous mane, we in propellas mane
Think about it, ain't shit you could tell us mane.

[Chorus]

You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

[Hook]

You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good?
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (I'm looking good)

[Malice]

Crusin' on them 22s, got me sitting pretty
You should hear that engine purr, here kitty-kitty (Yea!)
Ride through the city, everybody know meh
And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on meh
Shoutin' out the homies, as I breeze by
I'm on cloud 9, and I ain't even high
Told my shawty I'll be back and I ain't even lie
Them VVS' be the best money can buy
I see you flirting baby, them jeans is painted on her
Mama looking right, and I don't even want her
No need to take it personal, but that just how it be
No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me
Finally I'm free, all my dues paid
Them yellow diamonds got the charm like it's Minute Maid
And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feeling good
Try an' stop my shine--I wish a nigga would

[Chorus]

You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

[Hook]

You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good?
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (I'm looking good)

[Pharrell Williams]

I'm looking good.
I'm looking good.
I'm looking good.
Yeah...yeah...yeah...yay...
(repeat until song ends)

lundi 7 septembre 2009

Kanye West - Drive Slow

feat GLC, Paul Wall, and T.I.



Kanye West]
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'll leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand, keys in his hand
Reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alieses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How he get the cash the day his father passed away
Left him with a lil somethin, 16 he was stuntin'
'Al B. Sure' nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway, go at least bout 80
Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby
See back back then then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I used to love play my demo tape when the system yanked
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
They had they Lincoln's and Aurora's, we was hurtin 'em all
With the girls alot of flirtin' involved but dog..
Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes homie
He told me, 'Don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie'

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Drive slow, homie
(Drive slow)
You never know, homie
About these hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
What it do?
I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin
The candy gloss is immaculate, its simply amazing
Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'Lac
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxed
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
You see them 4's crawlin, you see them screens fallin
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catches boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Ridin' somethin' candy-coated crawlin' like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them 4's, I'm jammin' on that Screw
I'm lookin' for them hoes baby, what it do

[Chorus: Kanye West (GLC)]
Drive slow, homie
(Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes)
Drive slow, homie
(If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go)
Drive slow, homie
(Live today, cause tomorrow man, you never know)
You never know, homie
Might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

[Kanye West]
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
I got mo TV's in here than where I live

[GLC]
And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin serious
I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
I got the baller genetics baby this evidence
You see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced
That you should go on and kiss it, just a lil bit (just a lil bit)
I wearin my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canary's is gleamin', through my angel wings
They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin on that finest Cali green
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil homie drive slow [echoes]

[Tony Williams harmony ad-libs]

[T.I.]
Lookin' at the life through my rearview, all the problems I had
Could be seen alot clearer after time had passed
Known for livin' so fast, they wonder how he don't crash
With 220 on the dash, he constantly mashin'
(Why don't he slow down?) They be constantly askin'
But me in the fast lane is like metal and magnets
Now I ain't tryna say that it's the way of the masses
But it, so hard to change, I love this shit with a passion
Since me and Sigel cuttin' classes, showin' our ass
Shootin' out in broad day in the middle of traffic
I remember sellin' crack faster than I could bag it
A shame I ain't playin' with you shorty, I ain't braggin'
Me and Cap got life, some other folk got blasted
Had a partner OD'd and after this all happened
It's like the only thing that kept a pimp from cryin' and laughin'
And the Lord smiled on me at the end of the madness
I never thought that I'd make it this far rappin'
For introducin' the youth to what we now call trappin'
Considered now a classic, who'da imagined?
Me in Milano, gettin' models in next year's fashions
So nowadays, they can call me old fashioned
But it's way too much cash to see blue lights flashin'
So I guess the moral of this here class is
Life about who make it now not about who make it the fastest

Drive slow homie
Dri, uh dri slowly