Ciara

LIKE A BOY

Pull up your pants, just like him
Take out the trash, just like him
getting your cash like him, fast like him
girl u wanna act like he did
I'm talking bout, security codes on everything
on vibrate so your phone don't ever ring
a foreign account and another one he don't know about

[Hook]
Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that
Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me, like where you be at
Cuz I'm out, 4 in the morning on the corner rolling doing my own thing

[Chorus]
What If I Had A Thing On The Side
Made You Cry
Would The Rules Change Up Or Would They Still Apply
If I, Played You Like A Toy
Sometimes I wish I could act Like A Boy

[Verse 2]
Girl go ahead and be just like him
Go run the streets like him
Go home missin sleep like em, Creep like em
Front wit ur friends, Act hard when u with them like him
Keep a straight face when you tell a lie
Always keep an air tight alibi
Keep it hid in the dark
What he don't know won't break his heart

[Hook]
Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that
Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me, like where you be at
Cuz I'm out, 4 in the morning on the corner rolling doing my own thing

[Chorus]
Can't be getting mad, but u mad, can't handle that (x4)
[Verse 3]
If I was always gone
Hit the sun getting home (Would you like that?)
I told u I was with my crew when I knew it wasn't true
If I act like u
Walked a mile off in ur shoes (Would you like that?)
Messing with ur head again
Dose of your own medicine
[Chorus]
Can't be getting mad, but u mad, can't handle that (x4)

R-A go, here's the clutch...

If I paged u (would you like that?)
Had friends (would you like that?)
With a car (would you like that?)
Hell Nah, You wouldn't like that, No!

What If I? If I, played You Like A Toy,
Sometimes I wish I would act Like A Boy

Can't handle that...
Ciara

# Online seit Montag, 03. Dezember, 2007 um 10:41

Ciara

Ciara
GOODIES (ft. Petey Pablo)

[Ciara]
My Goodies, My Goodies, My Goodies
Not my goodies!

[Verse 1: Petey Pablo]
I got a sick reputation for handlin broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more.
And in my rap
Tell valet to bring my 'Lac
And I ain't comin back
So you can put a car right there.
I'm the truth
And ain't got nothin' to prove.
An you can ask anybody
Cuz they seen me do it.
Barracades, I run right through 'em
I'm used to 'em.
Throw all the dirt you want it's no use.
You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit.
(I love you boo)
Yeah freak and Petey love you too.
Ha Ha
You know how I do..

[Hook: Ciara]
You may look at me and think that I'm
Just a young girl
But I'm not just a young girl.
Baby this is what I'm lookin' for:
Sexy, independent, down to spend it type that's gettin' his dough
I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it.

[Chorus: Ciara]
I bet you want the goodies.
Bet you thought about it.
Got you all hot and bothered.
Mayb' cuz I talk about it.
Lookin for the goodies
Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

[Verse 2: Ciara]
Just because you drive a Benz
I'm not goin home with you.
You won't get no nookie or the cookies
I'm no rookie.
And still I'm
Sexy, independent
I ain't wit' it so you already know.
I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it
You think you're slick
Tryna hit
But I'm not dumb
I'm not bein too dramatic it's just how I gotta have it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
So damn hot but so young.
Still got milk on ya tongue
Slow down lil one
And you ain't got it all
Hey shawty
You think you bad but you ain't bad
I'll show you what bad is.
Bad is when you capable of beatin' the baddest.
I been workin' at it since I came to this planet
And I ain't quite there yet but I'm gettin' better at it.
Matter of fact,
Lemme tell it to you one mo' again
All I got to do is tell a girl who I am (Petey!)
Ain't naa chick in here dat I can't have
Bada boom bada bam ba bam!

[Verse 4: Ciara]
You're insinuating that I'm hot
But these goodies boy are not
Just for any of the many men that's tryna get on top.
No you can't call me later
And I don't want your number.
I'm not changin' stories
Just respect the play I'm callin'.

[Chorus (2X)]
Uh...Yeah...Uh...Yeah Uh Uh Uh
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# Online seit Montag, 03. Dezember, 2007 um 10:28

50 cent

50 cent
Des pavés à la gloire, tel est le chemin atypique suivi par le rappeur américain 50 Cent. Issu des quartiers misérables de New York, le protégé d'Eminem est aujourd'hui un artiste autant reconnu et admiré par le public, que craint et haï par le milieu.

Toujours entouré de nombreux gardes du corps qui le protègent des règlements de compte, le jeune homme n'en est pas moins un artiste public très sollicité par la jeunesse américaine puis européenne. Dans la lignée d'un Tupac Shakur (assassiné par balles en septembre 1996), d'un Diddy ou autre Eminem, 50 Cent fait irrémédiablement partie intégrante du monde rap actuel.
Le Queens

Né en 1976 à New York, dans le quartier pauvre du Queens, le jeune Curtis Jackson part dans la vie avec de sérieux handicaps. Handicaps sociaux, familiaux et culturels qui déterminent d'emblée l'ensemble de sa vie. Impossible de sortir de la misère quand on est né noir, pauvre, et dans une famille décimée par la drogue et la violence.

Sa mère, Sabrina, dealer et héroïnomane, est abattue dans des circonstances troublantes. Le jeune Curtis n'a pas dix ans. Alors qu'il n'a jamais connu son père, il se retrouve orphelin et est pris en charge par ses grands-parents. Mais rien ne peut l'éloigner de la rue et de sa cruauté.

La drogue, il l'a toujours connue, et à douze ans, il deale déjà dans les rues de New York, fréquentant les gangsters les plus endurcis et séjournant régulièrement en prison. Il trouve parallèlement réconfort en la musique, le rap devenant dans la rue non seulement un moyen de communication, mais aussi une arme de défense. La joute oratoire fait partie du gang, et qui ne sait pas rapper n'est pas un véritable "bad boy". L'expérience Eminem, racontée dans son film 8 Mile, en est l'illustration parfaite.
Jam Master Jay

Alors Curtis rappe, et se révèle même très doué pour ça. Il reçoit en retour respect et confiance. A dix-sept ans, ses "mixtapes" circulent rapidement sous le manteau et envahissent la rue. Il profite aussi de nombreuses soirées de fête pour se produire en public. Au milieu des années 90, il forme la G-Unit.

Lorsqu'il a vingt ans, il fait la connaissance de Jam Master Jay, du célèbre groupe Run DMC, qui le prend sous son aile et l'introduit dans le milieu du rap. Il signe alors en 1999 sur le label Columbia, jusqu'à ce qu'un premier règlement de compte le fasse exclure de cette même maison de disques.
9 balles

Victime d'une agression et blessé de neuf balles devant la maison de ses grands-parents, en plein coeur du Queens, il s'en sort, tel un miraculé mais acquiert à tout jamais l'image d'un véritable ganster-rappeur. Jam Master Jay n'aura pas sa chance, et sera abattu dans son studio en 2002. Un nom de plus sur la longue liste des victimes du rap américain.

1999 est une année charnière dans la carrière de 50 Cent. A la sortie de Power of the Dollar, le single How to Rob devient un véritable tube. Il attire ainsi l'attention du public et des médias. Désormais sur le devant de la scène, il est très convoité par les professionnels de la chanson.
Get Rich or Die Trying

Eminem, déjà célèbre, le cite en référence dans ses entrevues et participe à sa notoriété grandissante. Les deux hommes se rencontrent et sympathisent. Leur relation devient même professionnelle puisque le rappeur blanc fait participer 50 Cent à la bande originale de son film 8 Mile. Eminem lui propose finalement, avec la participation de Dr Dre, un contrat en or sur son label Shady Records, contrat que 50 Cent ne peut refuser.
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# Online seit Montag, 03. Dezember, 2007 um 09:54

50 cent

AYO TECHNOLOGY (ft. Justin Timberlake)

Intro
Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see her break it down
I'm ballin', throw'n money around

50 & JT
She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

Chorus (JT):
Baby it's a new age, bit like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

2x Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (soo), I got to give it to her

Timbaband
4x You're hips, you're thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

50 & JT
Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it jiggle, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, her and me, backstrokin', sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
Watchin her do her thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
Know I like, when you hype, and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking 'bout, all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

Chorus (JT):
Baby it's a new age, bit like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

2x Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (soo), I got to give it to her

Timbaland
4x You're hips, you're thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
50 cent
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# Online seit Montag, 03. Dezember, 2007 um 09:51

50 cent

50 cent

CANDY SHOP

Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus 2x]
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
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# Online seit Montag, 03. Dezember, 2007 um 09:48