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,


[Lil Wayne]
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,


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

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
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