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Letra de: Beegee´s Meedley : N*Sync

agosto 29, 2009 Deja un comentario


ALBUM   Other
TEMA   Beegee´s Meedley
AUTOR   N*Sync

Letra De Beegee's Meedley

Jive talkin'

You're telling me lies, yeah

Jive talkin'

You wear a disguise

Jive talkin'

So misunderstood, yeah

Jive talkin'

You're really no good

Nobody gets too much heaven no more

It's much harder to come by

I'm waiting in line

Nobody gets too much love anymore

It's as high as a mountain

And harder to climb

How deep is your love

How deep is your love

I really need to learn

' Cause we're living in a world of fools

Breaking us down

When they all should let us be

We belong to you and me

Do, do, do, do

How deep is your love

Do, do, do, do

How deep is your

How deep is your love

Do, do, do, do

How deep is your love

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk

I'm a woman's man

No time to talk

Music's loud and feeling's warm

I've been doing it right since I was born

And now it's all right

That's OK

We can look the other way

We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man

Whether you're a mother or whether you're a brother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

People stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ha, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ha, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive

Yeah

I'm staying alive

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Letra de: Venga Venga : L´Algerino

agosto 29, 2009 Deja un comentario


ALBUM   Mentalite Pirate
TEMA   Venga Venga
AUTOR   L´Algerino

Letra De Venga Venga

Refrain :

Venga Venga

Y a de la joie dans nos chagrins

Venga Venga

On prend la vie comme elle vient

Venga Venga

( Oua Oua)

Venga Venga

Ya de la joie dans nos chagrins

Venga Venga

On prend la vie comme elle vient

Venga Venga

( Oua Oua )

L' Algerino:

Yeahh

J'ai rien a foutre de la gloire jfais mon beaz et me tailler

J'ai grandi dans la rue appelle moi

"Hombre de la caille"

Short Quiksilver, maillot de l'OM, claquettes

Le soleil a Mars fait peter la canette mec

Clope au bec on fait les mias

( Paroles en Arabe )

Vitres baissees, lunettes Ray Ban, chemise Temps des Cerises, petite liasse qui depasse de mon jeans Levis

J'apprecie la vie tout doucement, prend ton temps, detends-toi, jte fais voyager en 3mins 30

Dans la caisse avec Cassime en train de fumer, d'ecouter du raïl á l'arriere de la tire y a …

Pleins phares sur la Corniche, jreve de tout et de rien avec la ferme intention de mettre a l'abri les miens

Une pensee a tous les galeriens qui gembergent trop

La vie est belle ro, prend la comme elle vient ro

Refrain

Alonzo:

J'ai ete eleve par une femme, jsuis marie a une femme, j'ai procree une femme,je suis leur premier fan

Jsuis pres á liquider le poids d'un gosse en chine pour qu'elles manquent de rien le jour où je rendrai l'ame

Je doute de savoir bien les aimer

Jsuis le quartier, j'ai des mauvais reperts l'Alge, jsuis parano, jveux voir la kikette a l'echo, jsuis pas macho mais jme connais trop

Quand on refait le monde dans l'arriere de la caisse mec, chacun s' inquiete mais chacun encaisse mec, on remet la peur a demain cousin, ! 2 en 1 , j'ai les mains mouattes je tiens le volant de mon destin

Moi j' y vois meme sans pax et non

Jdois ramener la famille a l'autre bout

L' or n'a pas remplace le pain

Jsuis comorien, ….

Refrain

L' Algerino:

Entre les voyoux dans les crime, les tchatcheurs dans la frime

24 annees a Marseille, ro attache a ma ville

Croque la vie a pleine dent en savourant chaque instant

Les plus belles filles de ma ville y trainent a canipelle dans

Wesh la famille, ça flex traquille , ce son dans la daube, encaisse, envoi la caille a sque jte mette á l'aise, papa

Wesh faut que sa paga, tete cramee en Mazzerati et en costume Prada

Yema te fait plus de soucis pour ton fils, tente par le vis, j'ai prefere vendre des disques

Et si jpars retene mes textes

Conscient, des fois jmegare á l'idee de laisser parler la haine dans mes chansons

Alonzo:

Dit leur, on laissera que le bon a nos familles l'Alge

Yeahh… Vas-y

Detends-toi Ahaha

Refrain

(Merci á Lul3tt3 pour cettes paroles)

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Letra de: Message From Moderator : Pancho Barraza

agosto 29, 2009 Deja un comentario


ALBUM   Other
TEMA   Message From Moderator
AUTOR   Pancho Barraza

Letra De Message From Moderator

I'd like more people visit to this artist cuz seems ne1 knows him…
ok, I've received some of the lyrics to be corrected but I'd love those
corrections have the song name, the album name and all the things
u can tell me about the song u wanna correct…If u wanna submit
one song, pliz let me know all the information about the song, thanks.
Peace and luv!




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Letra de: Remedios : Gabriella Ferri

agosto 29, 2009 Deja un comentario


ALBUM   Remedios
TEMA   Remedios
AUTOR   Gabriella Ferri

Letra De Remedios

Remedios, niña pequeña, chiquita, hermosa, preciosa
Linda niñita quedada asi, sentada en la orilla del mar
y las manos llenas de perlas
el sol en tu frente y en la sonrisa
blanca orquidea, alma y paloma
y la alegria, tu cantas consuelo,
tu cantas esperanza, tu cantas remedios,
espera que un dia yo pueda decirte:
"te quiero pequeña, chiquita, preciosa,
hermosa, piccola, piccola, piccola, piccola, pico, pico, pico…"
Tu historia, una vez, nos la conto,
dios, tu hermanito con su guitarra,
tu estabas dormida baja la luna,
tu estabas feliz, pequeña Remedios,
espera que un dia yo pueda decirte:
"te quiero, pequeña, chiquita, preciosa,
hermos, piccola, piccola, piccola,
piccola, pico, pico, pico…"
El sol en tu frente y en la sonrisa,
blanca orguidea, alma y paloma
y la alegria, tu cantas consuelo,
tu cantas esperanza, tu cantas remedios
espera que un dia yo pueda decirte:
"te quiero, pequeña, chiquita, preciosa,
hermos, piccola, piccola, piccola,
piccola, pico, pico, pico…"

(Thanks to Maria for these lyrics)




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Letra de: You´ll Never Work In This Town Again : A Farewell Rescue

agosto 29, 2009 Deja un comentario


ALBUM   Other
TEMA   You´ll Never Work In This Town Again
AUTOR   A Farewell Rescue

Letra De You'll Never Work In This Town Again

Your friends were keeping you alive
But without them right by your side
It's getting hard and getting cold
Though growing up is a cliche
Your time has come I have to say




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Letra de: Balabiott : La Famiglia Rossi

agosto 29, 2009 Deja un comentario


ALBUM   Discorsi Da Bar
TEMA   Balabiott
AUTOR   La Famiglia Rossi

Letra De Balabiott

Intro: ("Ma sono quelli della strofa!" Bene, brava/o! Sei cosi amabilmente

perspicace!…)

Cosa te gh’et de usà , sterlà¶cc …

Mòchela, pelabròcc, desmet de fa’ casòt!

E lasa sta’ la crus, che te set mia ‘l preòst

segheta a fa ‘l giupi e prega ‘l to dio Po …

Balabiott, che ta pá rlet per ol negòt,

che ta tà¶et per ol cul la set

prima o dopo tal troeret chel del formá i!

Balabiott, anche l’öltem d’i maruchi

che l'spacia ‘n de la stassiù

l’ha capit mei de te la eta

Ades ta gh’et ol post al sà¹l,

co i to quá ter pultrà¹ne per pogiaga ‘l cul;

mochela, doca, barlafuss!

Merda montada ‘n scagna,

te e ‘l to amis mafiùs

Balabiott, etc.

Te set ol re de’ la set che se anta,

che la se anta de ves ignoranta;

i la sa tà¶cc, quando ‘l sul al tramonta,

l’á sen l'sponta, e set te, … … prope te…

Balabiott, etc.

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Letra de: Where The Shit Goes Down : Ice-T

agosto 28, 2009 Deja un comentario


ALBUM   VI – Return Of The Real
TEMA   Where The Shit Goes Down
AUTOR   Ice-T

Letra De Where The Shit Goes Down

Ice-T, nigga

Representin

Strictly Westside, nigga

South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse

Check the technique, nigga

Representin for my real niggas out there

Fuck all you buster-ass niggas

Word

[ VERSE 1 ]

Saturday night in L.A., time to play

My peoples hummin like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay

I'm packin two gats and I wish I could carry more

Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before

Yeah, I know the feds watch me

But my vest clashes hard with the Versace

So I'm just rollin in the black five hun'

I used to lowride, now it's just for fun

I had 5 cars, but now I got one

Hard to keep up ballin when you're on the run

I got two ki's in my trunk and a shovel

Stepped on the one, so now I gots double

The shovel's for drama, need I say more

Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor

That's for the other strap, the automatic type

I gotta keep it close in case shit gets hype

Got a bitch in jail, she didn't snitch, she did three

I'ma have to roll solo till they set her free

Cause I got some other crimeys down, true gees

But they got all day, so now it's just me

And I'ma kick this slang until the day I die

I can't go straight, I won't even try

I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why

It's life in L.A.

I lowride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with the rag and bust

Long Beach and Compton are some down-ass towns

But South Central L.A. is where the shit goes down

[ VERSE 2 ]

Now niggas like they credit and they like to get they loans on

So I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones on

He told me bout ! this nig ga who won't pay

He also said he knew excactly where the muthafucka stay

So I went and got some homies I hang with

Some crazy muthafuckas who I used to bang with

We took a trip to his crib

I snatched his hoe and his kids, and this is what we did

I tied they punk ass up

I cracked the safe with an axe, and then the phones we cut

I didn't hurt his wife

But I promised next time that I would take her life

I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body

Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party

Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed

Had a partner tried to play me and his cap I peeled

Now I rest with my finger on my heater

Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper

I lowride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with the rag and bust

New York and Philly are some down-ass towns

But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down

I lowride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with the rag and bust

Frisco and Oakland are some down-ass towns

But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down

[ VERSE 3 ]

I use to sling enough water you could float a boat

You could ski on the mountains of fuckin coke

But now most niggas serve chronic

So I let em check the bank, and then I'm all up on it

I serve em with a cute hoe

In a week they tell my bitches ' bout all they dough

Then I jack and I kill

The jack's for the money, the kill's for thrills

I got 9' 000 blacks that still serve crack

Got a bitch who works the Plaza too on the track

Got a GTA connection and I fence for jewels

Got some little kids that move my fuckin dope in schools

Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states

Got a big! ger body count than fuckin Norman Bates

I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme

I'm livin out the hustler dream

I lowride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with the rag and bust

Houston and Atlanta are some down-ass towns

But South Central L.A. is where that shit goes down

[ VERSE 4 ]

Tonight I gotta meet this nigga from around the way

Some think he's cool, I think he's DEA

He said he want it bad, he heard that I got it good

I bagged up ten ki's of flour and met him in the hood

I met him at my spot, cause I know it's cool

Pat him down on sight to remove his tool

I made him name 10 niggas he should know

But that still ain't shit in the game of blow

He asked to see the dope, I asked to see the cash

He reached for that briefcase too fast

A fuckin pig, yo, he thought he had the chump

I had my nigga in the closet with a bull pump

And now there's fuckin shot-up body all on the floor

But that's what the shovel's for…

I lowride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with the rag and bust

Newark and Miami are some down-ass towns

But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down

I lowride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with the rag and bust

Detroit and Chicago are some down-ass towns

But South Central L.A. is where that shit goes down

I lowride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with the rag and bust

D.C. and Cleveland are some down-ass towns

But South Central L.A. is where the shit goes down

I lowride and I sag and cuss

I cover my face with the rag and bust

I know all my niggas live in down-ass towns

But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes dow! n

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