HAILIE'S SONG

HAILIE'S SONG
I can't sing it
I feel like singin
I wanna fucking sing
Cos i'm happy
Yeh, i'm happy
HaHa
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out
Verse #1 Sung
Some days i sit, staring out the window
Watchin' this workld pass me by
Sometimes i think theres nothing to live for
I almost break down and cry
Somtimes i think i'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh so crazy
Why am i here, am i just wasting my time?
But then i see my baby
So friendly i'm not crazy
It all makes sense when i look into her eyes


Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
Cos sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she come back to me


My baby girl (hailey laughs) keeps gettin' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cos they don't understand me
They just dont see my real side
I act like shit, dont phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then i see my baby
So friendly i'm not crazy
It all makes sense when i look into her eyes


Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
Cos sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she come back to me


Yeh and if i could sing, i'd keep singing this song to my daughter
If i could hit the notes, i'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how i feel about her, how proud i am that i got 'er
God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn't *censored*
Now you prob'ly get this picture from my public persona
That i'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But i wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cos there's a lot of shit i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' ma soul,
And just know that i grow colder the older i grow
This boulder on my shoulder that gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And i think my neck is breaking should i just give up
Or try to live up to these expectations? now look,
I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But i got a wife who's determined to make my life living hell
But i handle it well, given the circumstances i'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that i've wasted are nothing to the tears that ive tasted
So here's what im facin: 3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, i've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bastard peoples' backs bent over backwards for this woman
Man, i shoulda seen it comin, why'd i stick my penis uppin?
**Woulda ripped the ??? if i'd seen what she was fuckin
But fuck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, maybe the only lady that i adore, haley
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
Its like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted

Chorus

Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leaning on me
Cos sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she come back to me


Woow!
I told you, i can't sing.
Oh well, i tried
Haley, remember when i said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what, daddy's here.
And i ain't goin nowhere baby
I love you (kiss)
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# Posté le dimanche 01 avril 2007 15:20

Jareeeed!!!

Je voudrais remercier Laura pour m'avoir fait decouvrir ke Jared Leto le bg de Requiem for a dream avait un groupe!!!! (et oui je sais chui inculte pardonnez-moi)

Ce clip est pr Laura et moi!!!!!!! touchez pas a Jared il est a nous!!
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# Posté le vendredi 06 avril 2007 10:47

Modifié le vendredi 27 juin 2008 15:48

N.W.A

N.W.A
Des précurseurs tels que Ice-T, Mellow Man Ace ou Kid Frost avait déja fait parler de l'émergence d'une scène rap sur la côte Ouest des Etats-Unis mais c'est en 1988 que tout va basculer. En effet, un jeune rapper qui a le sens des affaires monte un label, Ruthless Records, avec des fonds d'origine mystérieuses - vraisemblablement le deal de drogue - et sort l'album du groupe dont il est l'une des vedettes. L'homme se fait appeler EAZY E et son groupe est Niggers With Attitude, ou plus simplement NWA. Le monde va désormais entendre parler d'une nouvelle sous-division rapologique : le Gangsta Rap. Les récits de drive-by-shooting (assassinats de gangsters rivaux à l'arme automatique depuis une voiture) ou de deals dans les rues de L.A. vont devenir la nouvelle norme d'un rap musicalement plus mélodique et accessible que celui de New York, mais textuellement plus menaçant. DR DRE en est l'architecte sonore, empruntant à tout va des échantillons des disques de George Clinton. Le détonateur pour NWA est le titre 'Fuck The Police' où ils s'en prennent aux forces de l'ordre qui multiplient les bavures et les délits de faciès dans les quartiers noirs. Boycotté par les radios, NWA vendra quand même plusieurs millions de ses albums jusqu'à une séparation qui donnera lieu à des carrières solos couronnées de succès pour chaque membre (ICE CUBE, MC REN, Eazy E jusqu'à sa mort des suites du Sida...).
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# Posté le samedi 07 avril 2007 10:02

Modifié le mardi 01 mai 2007 04:00

100 Miles Of Runnin' - Album : Niggaz4life


Intro:]
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'.
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas.

"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't spotted them yet."
"But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."

[MC Ren]
A 100 Miles and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - They can kizz my black azz.
I didn't stutter when I said "fuck Tha Police".
'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'...

"Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."
"FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"
"100 miles to their homebase, Compton."

[Eazy E]
Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can tell you why...

[Dr. Dre]
Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never runnin' out.
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose.
One of the few who's been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' young minds.
But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C-P-T.
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all over my dick.

[Eazy E]
Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock.
That's when the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind.
Runnin' like I just don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there.
Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin'...

[Interlude: ]
This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."
Good luck brothers.

[MC Ren]
Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now I'm gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I've got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin' my "fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So I'mma run til I can't run no more.
'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.

[Dr. Dre]
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The number's even - now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.

[Eazy E]
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!

[Outro:]
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!
Paroles Mania
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# Posté le samedi 07 avril 2007 10:17

Requiem for a dream

Voila Requiem for a dream, un film absolument genial.
Un tit résumé pr ceux ki ne connaissent pas :
Harry Goldfarb est un junkie. Il passe ses journées en compagnie de sa petite amie Marion et son copain Tyrone. Ensemble, ils s'inventent un paradis artificiel. En quête d'une vie meilleure, le trio est entraîné dans une spirale infernale qui les enfonce toujours un peu plus dans l'angoisse et le désespoir.
La mère d'Harry, Sara, souffre d'une autre forme d'addiction, la télévision. Juive, fantasque et veuve depuis des années, elle vit seule à Coney Island et nourrit dans le secret l'espoir de participer un jour à son émission préférée. Afin de satisfaire aux canons esthétiques de la télévision, elle s'astreint à un régime draconien. Un jour, elle le sait, elle passera de l'autre côté de l'écran.
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# Posté le samedi 07 avril 2007 16:20