Vidéo de Corneille "Avec Classe"

Excuse-moi, je sais que d'autres avant moi ont fait le test...
Et qu'ils n'ont pas aidé mes plans mais j'ten prie : reste !
Laisse moi t'ouvrir la porte et prends ta veste, assieds toi, rien ne presse...
Quand je te vois, je le déduis de ton style : le flash laisse ton c½ur froid...
Et puis de toutes façons, tu sais, du cash moi j'en ai pas !
Mon angle est bien beaucoup plus subtile que ça, prends ton temps écoute moi !
Quand je t'assure que...

{Refrain:}
C'est avec classe, que j'admire si tu l'permets à moi...
Car c'est ta classe, qui m'attire et tu le sais, ce soir,
C'est avec classe, que je te désire mais dans l'respect en tout cas,
C'est avec classe et ça marche à chaque fois... !

Quand je t'ai vue, j'ai d'abord remarqué tes yeux avant tes fesses...
[Nan] Ok j'avoue, c'est pas vrai je le confesse...
Mais je ne suis qu'un homme c'est normal faut pas que tu stresses...
Mais le plus important :
C'est que j'ai su reconnaître les mille et une choses qui te rendent complète...
Ton charme commence où ton sex-appeal arrête.
Tu souris, tu me parles, c'est assez pour perdre ma tête !
Et c'est très sincèrement, que je te chante que...
{Refrain}

Je m'adresse à mes gars, on leur doit au moins ça !
On a tous une s½ur, et nos mères ont été jeunes une fois
Celui d'un autre avis que moi, c'est pas grave on t'en veut pas.
C'est une nouvelle école qu'un jour tu rejoindras...

C comme Corneille, C comme Classe...
Toi même tu sais, qui c'est...
C comme Corneille, C comme Classe...
Toi même tu sais, Toi même tu sais {2x}

{au Refrain, x4}

# Posté le samedi 16 décembre 2006 12:46

Vidéo de LiL' Jon "Snap Ya Fingers"

(feat. E-40, Sean Paul)

[Intro:]
What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean paul? What's happenin'?
Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out
Now let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go!

[Hook: (2x)]
Snap yo fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!

[Lil Jon:]
Snap yo fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it
do a step wit it, put your hips wit it,
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up
Got da purp fired up
What's happenin', what's up
Got Patrone in my cup
I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't think
I'm blowed, to go
don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home

[Hook: (2x)]

[E-40:]
Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A'
Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' on some Rossi, dyin' off Patrone
VIP stats, strapped wit my chrome
Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move
Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumb
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done
I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace
Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it
Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
I's nothing to a boss, I can do tha shit too

[Hook: (2x)]

[Sean Paul:]
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know that we in here
Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin'
Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH!
Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this
Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town'
(and if you ain't know) this how it goes down

[Hook: (2x)]

Hey! Hey! (goes until fades away)
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# Posté le samedi 16 décembre 2006 12:43

Vidéo de Craig David "Fill Me In"

I've got somethin' to say, got somethin' to say
All right (Can you fill me in?) Come on
Can you fill me in? (Watcha want, watcha want me to do baby?)
Can you fill me in? (Let's talk 'bout it, check it out)

I was checkin' this girl next door when her parents went out
She'd phone say "hey boy, come on right around"
So I knock at the door, you were standin' with a bottle of red wine, ready to pour
Dressed in long black satin laced to the floor
So I went in then, we sat down start kissin', caressin'
Told me 'bout jacuzzi sounded interestin' so, we jumped right in
All calls diverted to answerphone
Please leave a message after the tone
I mean me & her parents were kinda cool
But they were the fine line between me & you
We were just doin' thingz young people in love do
Parents tryin' to find out what we were up to sayin'

Why were you creepin' 'round late last night?
Why could I see two shadowz movin' in yo bedroom light?
Now you're dressed in black, when I left you were dressed in white
Can you fill me in?
Calls diverted to answerphone
Red wine bottle half the contents gone
Midnight return jacuzzi turned on
Can you fill me in? (It's another one, it's another one)

Whenever the coast was clear & she'd ask me to come out
I'd say "hey girl, come on right around"
So she knocked at the door, I was standin' with the keys in my hand to the four by four.
Jumped in my ride checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down bounce bounce to the rhythm
Saw it was early mornin' thought we'd better be leavin'
So I gave you my jacket for you to hold
Told you to wear it 'cos you felt cold
I mean me & her didn't mean to break the rules
I weren't tryin' to play yo mum & dad for fools
We were just doin' thingz young people in love do
Parents tryin' to find out what we were up to sayin'

Why can't you keep your promises no more?
Sayin' you'll be home by 12 come strollin' in at 4
Out with the girlz but leavin' with the boy next door
Can you fill me in?
Wearin' a jacket whose property?
Said you'd been queuin' for a taxi
But you left all your money on the tv
Can you fill me in?

All they seem to do
Is be checkin' up on you baby
Watchin' our every move
Think someday they might approve maybe..

Why were you creepin' 'round late last night?
Why could I see two shadowz movin' in yo bedroom light?
Now you're dressed in black, when I left you were dressed in white
Can you fill me in?
Calls diverted to answerphone
Red wine bottle half the contents gone
Midnight return jacuzzi turned on
Can you fill me in? (It's another one, it's another one)
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# Posté le samedi 16 décembre 2006 12:38

Vidéo de The Game "Hate it or Love it"

[50 Cent]
Yeah !
Let's take'em back
Uh huh

Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy aint around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so shit I sell dope
For a four-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain't nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit

[Game]
On the grill of ma low rider
Guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires I four-five'em
Kill a nigga on ma song
And really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten g'z will take your daughter outta air forces
Believe you me homie, I know all about losses
I'm from Compton, where the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call, have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been banging since ma lil' nigga, rob, got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years
I told Pooh in '95
I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95's
Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob on
See how time fly?

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My Ma's happy, she aint gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waiting on Sha Money to land sitting in the range
Thinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starving
Pac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin
No school books
They use their wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in a booth
And I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion
I love you Ma

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
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# Posté le samedi 16 décembre 2006 12:30

Vidéo de DMX "Party Up"

[dmx]
Uhh.. uh! .. whoo!

Chorus: dmx

Yall gon make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Yall gon make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Yall gon make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Yall gon make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here

[dmx]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then its gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, aint that some shit
Yall niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
You come around, its like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I dont know who the fuck you think you talkin to
But Im not him, aight slim? so watch what you do
Or you gon find yourself, buried next to someone else
And we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldnt have been the issue, or maybe
They just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
Thats why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

Chorus

[dmx]
Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain
Cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you aint rapped long enough
To be fuckin with me and you, you aint strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you superman
I got the kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Yall niggaz is characters, not even good actors
Whats gon be the outcome? hmm, lets add up all the factors
You wack, youre twisted, your girls a hoe
Youre broke, the kid aint yours, and erybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, so?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go
Im tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss
That dont belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man

Chorus

[dmx]
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, yall end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up north type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, bloods thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, erybody come out, dont nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, ima keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth? ima blow his lung out
Listen, yo ass is about to be missin
You know who gon find you? (who? ) some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your souls at rest
But its hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Chorus

[dmx]
Hold up! errrrrrrr!
One.. two.. meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my ruff ry-ders gon meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ers gon meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-ies gon meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got yall bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark man x got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz beatz got yall bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (swizz beatz)
Ruff ryders got yall bouncin again (dmx)
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin again
Bouncin again, were bouncin again
Swizz swizz beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double r keep it comin, aint nuttin yall
Aint nuttin yall can do, now.. {*boom*}
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# Posté le samedi 16 décembre 2006 12:26