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Euh...mes sensations?,? Lextase à létat pure voyons!!! Donc je pense que vous avez vu plusieurs blog sur la culture ricaine mais aucune sur la culture ricaine avec une touche d'humour!!! C'est plus plaisant je trouve mdrr Je parle trés bien l'anglais alors dsl quand je met des textes et que les gens ne comprenne pas... J'essayerai de mettre la traduc' de temps en temps... KisSS


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Ca c'est une chanson de missy eliot featuring Ludacris, elle est méchante...


Gossip Folks

Yo, yo yo move out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming through
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Fille,
Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way

(Missy)
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these hoes
Need to talk what you know
And stop talking 'bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job just hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Iffy kiffy izzy oh


[Chorus]
Musiques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
It's all kizza
It's always like
It's all kizza
It's always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

(Missy)
When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling Je conduis,
in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these curbs
Skuur, did ya heard
I love em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound
right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here


[Chorus]

(Missy)
I don't go out my house shorty
You just waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio


(Ludacris)
Yeah, uh huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
No one gave a shit
Knowing he could rap
No one lifted a hand
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone
Three years later
Steeped out the swamp
With ten and a half gators
All around the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding chrome
Got bitches in the kitchen
Never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy Ludacris
Fuck, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the core
Core to the right
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton

[Chorus]

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her album when it comes out
There she go, there she go,
Hey Misssy

(Missy)
Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I ain't knowin y'all broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes ain't over here gossiping 'bout me?
Yo how 'bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!

batter up(2003) [ tout est dans la criptation de son visage meme vous vous pouvez le faire....mdrr : D ]


Hook)
I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
It took a whole lot of cheerin
Just to get up that hill
But now we're up in the big league
My dirty it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we livin as Lunatics playa
It ain't nothin wrong with that, batter up

I'm the first to swing
I'ma run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, ??? love, holla what
I put my mack down, she through a curve ball
She ??? ??? smoke that herb
Got some Nelly ??
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
First base, god livin like a worse race
First chase, throw yo people and yo kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo mind
It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with this world today
With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap this in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees 'cause we's be in the big league
'Cause we's be in the big leauge

(Hook)

(Nelly)
Well you should see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now
I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy now
Known for runnin the quickest miles, gettin runnin anytime, hear me ???
Rules 'for I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, I know my shit ain't my thing
If I ??? with my dick then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucka infare, hear the roars and the cheers
>From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down

(Hook)

I want my name not, not said to scream
I went from fantasies to dreams, from dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennet I been in it since, '93
You can tell 'cause my L ain't no 90 degrees
I'm a sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mil
I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto
I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than fire cabinets when rappin
Money, money, money, money what's happenin
I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me
And the 'tic is who I came with
You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

Nelly est un rappeur américain originaire de St Louis. Il fait ses débuts dans le hip hop au sein du groupe The St Lunatics au cours des années 90. Le collectif remporte d'ailleurs un franc succès en 1996, avec le titre Gimme What Ya Want. Mais cette notoriété reste locale et la formation n'arrive pas à percer. Les membres décident donc de se séparer pour laisser Nelly exploser en solo. Peu de temps après le split, Nelly trouve en effet preneur à son rap, puisqu'il signe un contrat chez Universal et se met à travailler. Son premier album Country Grammar sort donc en 2000, avec en featuring, ses potes des Lunatics. A l'été 2002 Nelly revient avec un nouvel opus Nellyville. Ce dernier remporte un succès planétaire, le poussant à sortir dès 2003 un album de reprises plutôt hardcore des titres qui y figurent. Baptisé Da Derrty Versions - The Reinvention, le disque comprend toujours des featurings de luxe et se penche également sur des remixes de Country Grammar.

Holidae inn

Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

REFRAIN: (x2)
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

REFRAIN

Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island

REFRAIN

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

REFRAIN

Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you