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Posté le mardi 26 août 2008 10:30
DMX # Get it on the floor
Paroles DMX Get It on the Floor
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!!
We don't give a what what!! (shiet)
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)]
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh)
Bounce to this motherfucker (uh)
Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (that's right)
[Verse - DMX]
Once again it's the darker nigga
Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga
But the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest
These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way
You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way
A nigga's job is never done
I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them
I'm like salt, I'll get up
Hate to fall but never wreck his car
And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down
Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX]
I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go
Should I play that low for what I did the other day
They on their way to float, got me striking this random
I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom
Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was
And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz
And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain
Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain
That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute
But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it
And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit
Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit
Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack
I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back
On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B.
And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX]
When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em
I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em
Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em
And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em
My M.O. is man-slaughter kid
Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did
Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done
A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1
But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight
Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night
To make moves again, stomp and bruise again
I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin
All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate
Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid
But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw
You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Swizz Beatz]
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Yo yo CMON
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!!
We don't give a what what!! (shiet)
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)]
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh)
Bounce to this motherfucker (uh)
Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (that's right)
[Verse - DMX]
Once again it's the darker nigga
Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga
But the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest
These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way
You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way
A nigga's job is never done
I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them
I'm like salt, I'll get up
Hate to fall but never wreck his car
And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down
Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX]
I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go
Should I play that low for what I did the other day
They on their way to float, got me striking this random
I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom
Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was
And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz
And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain
Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain
That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute
But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it
And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit
Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit
Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack
I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back
On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B.
And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX]
When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em
I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em
Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em
And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em
My M.O. is man-slaughter kid
Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did
Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done
A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1
But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight
Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night
To make moves again, stomp and bruise again
I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin
All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate
Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid
But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw
You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Swizz Beatz]
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Yo yo CMON
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Posté le mardi 26 août 2008 10:23
Lip gloss # lil' mama
Paroles Lil Mama Lip gloss
Lil mama
Yeah it's poppin, it's poppin, it's poppin, it's poppin.
I gotta ask 'em, 'cause if i don't
It's poppin, it's poppin, it's poppin, it's poppin
[Hook:]
What you know 'bout me?
What you
What you
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
What you
What you
What you know?
They say my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be popping
I'm standing at my locker
And all the boys keep stopping
What you know 'bout me?
What you
What you
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
What you
What you
What you know?
They say my lip gloss is popping
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jocking
They chase me after school
[Verse 1:]
Mac mac Loreal yep 'cause I'm worth it
Love the way I put it on so perfect
Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway they can't say nothing
Oh oh oh my lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the mac mac brushes
Loreal got the most watermelon crushes
That's probably the reason all these boys got crushes.
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
When it's time for lunch
My lips still rock
Lil mama melon with the hot pink top
Cherry, vanilla,
Flavors is a virtual they
Loving, lip gloss universal
The boys really like it the girls don't speak
They rolling they eyes
They lip gloss cheap
It ain't my fault
But I upgrade ya
Show you how to use nice things with nice flavors
[Hook]
[Breakdown:]
'Cause My lip gloss
Is popping is popping
Is popping is popping
'Cause my lip gloss
Is popping is popping
Is popping is popping
[Verse 3:]
sittin' in 8th period
Thought I was in trouble
Dean called me on the loudspeaker on the double
I stepped in her office like
“Yes Ms. McClarkson?”
“She like girl ran out of my lip gloss and
Write down where you get yours from
'Cause I must admit
That bubblegum
Is popping, is popping
Is popping she ain't fronting
And uh
I be loving it
I be I be loving it and uh
I be using it I be I be using it and uh
I be rubbing it I be I be rubbing it on my lips
My lips my lip gloss
Lil mama
Yeah it's poppin, it's poppin, it's poppin, it's poppin.
I gotta ask 'em, 'cause if i don't
It's poppin, it's poppin, it's poppin, it's poppin
[Hook:]
What you know 'bout me?
What you
What you
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
What you
What you
What you know?
They say my lip gloss is cool
My lip gloss be popping
I'm standing at my locker
And all the boys keep stopping
What you know 'bout me?
What you
What you
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
What you
What you
What you know?
They say my lip gloss is popping
My lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jocking
They chase me after school
[Verse 1:]
Mac mac Loreal yep 'cause I'm worth it
Love the way I put it on so perfect
Wipe the corners of my mouth so I work it
When I walk down the hallway they can't say nothing
Oh oh oh my lips so luscious
The way I spice it up with the mac mac brushes
Loreal got the most watermelon crushes
That's probably the reason all these boys got crushes.
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
When it's time for lunch
My lips still rock
Lil mama melon with the hot pink top
Cherry, vanilla,
Flavors is a virtual they
Loving, lip gloss universal
The boys really like it the girls don't speak
They rolling they eyes
They lip gloss cheap
It ain't my fault
But I upgrade ya
Show you how to use nice things with nice flavors
[Hook]
[Breakdown:]
'Cause My lip gloss
Is popping is popping
Is popping is popping
'Cause my lip gloss
Is popping is popping
Is popping is popping
[Verse 3:]
sittin' in 8th period
Thought I was in trouble
Dean called me on the loudspeaker on the double
I stepped in her office like
“Yes Ms. McClarkson?”
“She like girl ran out of my lip gloss and
Write down where you get yours from
'Cause I must admit
That bubblegum
Is popping, is popping
Is popping she ain't fronting
And uh
I be loving it
I be I be loving it and uh
I be using it I be I be using it and uh
I be rubbing it I be I be rubbing it on my lips
My lips my lip gloss
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Posté le mardi 26 août 2008 10:18
LiL' wayne # A milli
Young Money
Ya Digg
Yeah
Macoroni
I'm a Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career
Just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual I bleed
Threw the pencil and leak
The sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cause I don't write shit
Cause I ain't got time
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours
Go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power
Of dat chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter
Father muthaf**ka copper
Got da maserati dancin'
On the bridge pussy poppin
Tell the coppers
Hahaha you can't catch Em
You can't stop Em
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat Em
Then you pop Em
You can't man Em
Then you mop Em
You can't stand Em
Then you drop Em
You pop Em
Cause we pop Em
Like Orville Redenbacher
Im Milli in here wit them
Young Money Milli in aires
Think you really pop a wheelie in air
Mac Milli
The Vanilli's in here
I'm a rascal dont get whopped
I get brats who dont give top
I get tassel
Pass you wit a flow
You could never put a brake on
An I break on anything a nigga take on
Feel the napalm from my trey arm
Straight long
Throw a nigga like I'm Akon
Cuz I make cons..
Where the base gone
Get the base blown
Let the Pistons on that chopper
Come on cops
I'm kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas
Illi in the mind
Really wit the nine
Milli when I rhyme
Silly anytime
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind
Shitty on a dime
Penny on the line
Plentys in me
Any guinea's wit em
Bigger than a mini and remind
I'm Illi and its all off G
Piece and a P..G
Walk by beep beep
Wit a freak
Skeet
Hawk Out
Big feet on a jeep..
She caught by Weezy F
We be the best
Truely to death prove me the rest
Groupies confess
You be the ref
Excuse me I left..
Ha
OK
I'm millionaire
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
What chyall really want it now
Y'all dont really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead
I am the environment fluid
And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it
Notice I say 'it' cuz to me, it ain't shit
Get It
Call me whacha like trick
Call me on my sidekick
Never answer when its private
Man I hate a shy chick
Don't you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick
And she ain't shy no mo'
She changed her name to my chick
Hahaha
Yea boy thats my girl
And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world
Totally dude you should
See their faces when they see that
This robot can move
And it say...
Hahaha
Yea
And it go...
Thats right
I'm millionaire
I'm a young money
Cash money
Fast money
Slow money
Mo' money
Neva low money
What is that
Who is that
I never heard of it
I will take your picture
And make a 'rest in peace' shirt of it
Tell those nigga beatin to
Make a rest in peace shirt of me
Cuz I killed and now don't tell
No one you heard of me
Its like, the beat was screamin,
Murder me
And I'm a, murderer
So I murdered it
And you rappers is what
I eatin' I'll make sure of it
And he who don't believe me
I'll make dessert of him
Sherbet him,
I mean
Shame on him
I heard Carter father of
This rap thang,
This is my race
Gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery
Now gon' take a nap man,
It's nap time
I'll holla back at you at snack time
Weezy... F....
Yea OK
They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Vic, but I keep that flame
Who dat one
Dat do that boy
Yall knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shhhh
Now you got loose bottoms
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I'd rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Dont play in the garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many girls like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Man, life, just ain't life, without me
Hip hop just ain't hip hop, without me
Young Mula Baby
C3 Well
Come On Nay Nay
Daddy's Better
Ya Digg
Yeah
Macoroni
I'm a Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career
Just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual I bleed
Threw the pencil and leak
The sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cause I don't write shit
Cause I ain't got time
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours
Go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power
Of dat chit cha cha chopper
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter
Father muthaf**ka copper
Got da maserati dancin'
On the bridge pussy poppin
Tell the coppers
Hahaha you can't catch Em
You can't stop Em
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat Em
Then you pop Em
You can't man Em
Then you mop Em
You can't stand Em
Then you drop Em
You pop Em
Cause we pop Em
Like Orville Redenbacher
Im Milli in here wit them
Young Money Milli in aires
Think you really pop a wheelie in air
Mac Milli
The Vanilli's in here
I'm a rascal dont get whopped
I get brats who dont give top
I get tassel
Pass you wit a flow
You could never put a brake on
An I break on anything a nigga take on
Feel the napalm from my trey arm
Straight long
Throw a nigga like I'm Akon
Cuz I make cons..
Where the base gone
Get the base blown
Let the Pistons on that chopper
Come on cops
I'm kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas
Illi in the mind
Really wit the nine
Milli when I rhyme
Silly anytime
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind
Shitty on a dime
Penny on the line
Plentys in me
Any guinea's wit em
Bigger than a mini and remind
I'm Illi and its all off G
Piece and a P..G
Walk by beep beep
Wit a freak
Skeet
Hawk Out
Big feet on a jeep..
She caught by Weezy F
We be the best
Truely to death prove me the rest
Groupies confess
You be the ref
Excuse me I left..
Ha
OK
I'm millionaire
I'm a Young Money Milli in aire
What chyall really want it now
Y'all dont really wanna do it
If hip hop is dead
I am the environment fluid
And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it
Notice I say 'it' cuz to me, it ain't shit
Get It
Call me whacha like trick
Call me on my sidekick
Never answer when its private
Man I hate a shy chick
Don't you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick
And she ain't shy no mo'
She changed her name to my chick
Hahaha
Yea boy thats my girl
And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world
Totally dude you should
See their faces when they see that
This robot can move
And it say...
Hahaha
Yea
And it go...
Thats right
I'm millionaire
I'm a young money
Cash money
Fast money
Slow money
Mo' money
Neva low money
What is that
Who is that
I never heard of it
I will take your picture
And make a 'rest in peace' shirt of it
Tell those nigga beatin to
Make a rest in peace shirt of me
Cuz I killed and now don't tell
No one you heard of me
Its like, the beat was screamin,
Murder me
And I'm a, murderer
So I murdered it
And you rappers is what
I eatin' I'll make sure of it
And he who don't believe me
I'll make dessert of him
Sherbet him,
I mean
Shame on him
I heard Carter father of
This rap thang,
This is my race
Gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery
Now gon' take a nap man,
It's nap time
I'll holla back at you at snack time
Weezy... F....
Yea OK
They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Vic, but I keep that flame
Who dat one
Dat do that boy
Yall knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shhhh
Now you got loose bottoms
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I'd rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Dont play in the garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many girls like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Man, life, just ain't life, without me
Hip hop just ain't hip hop, without me
Young Mula Baby
C3 Well
Come On Nay Nay
Daddy's Better
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Posté le mardi 26 août 2008 10:07
Modifié le mardi 26 août 2008 10:26
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