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Ecouter Mike Kalambay- Fongola Likolo


Paroles

Pool Party (The Aquabats)

Pool party baby
It was a cool party
Cool pool party
La la la la
Pool party baby
It was a cool party
Cool pool party
La la la la

Popcorn, hot dog buns, and hamburger patties
All the food you need to feed the many hungry
Millions of people want in to my party
But it�s invite only
And you�re on the list baby

-your pool rips!
I cleaned it yesterday
-girls look cute!
In their swimming suits
-holy guacamole!
We've got chips!
So come on take a dip
Cause my pool rips

It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
Yeah yeah yeah

Pool party baby
It was a cool party
Cool pool party
La la la la
Pool party baby

The ratio of girls to guys is five to one
There hasn't been a party like this since 1981
Come to my party let the games begin
We've even got floaties if you can�t swim

-your pool rips!
I cleaned it yesterday
-girls look cute!
In their swimming suits
-holy guacamole!
We've got chips!
So come on take a dip
Cause my pool rips

It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
Yeah yeah yeah

I love you girl, you know it's true
To have a super party in my swimming pool
Jump on in and you will see
Just how fun a pool party can be
But don't eat too much before you swim
Cause you might get a cramp under your chin
Someone's screaming, that's not cool
Who threw that reggie bar in the pool?
Ronnie, sally, bobby and mike
It's my pool party, we'll do what we like!

It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
It's so cool in my pool
There's no pool at my school
There's no school in my pool
There's no pool at my school
So it's cool at my pool
Yeah yeah yeah

All In My Heart (John Michael Montgomery)

(Mike Geiger/Woddy Mullis)

I sit here tonight
And look in your eyes
For that old familiar flame
That love that burns
Makes my wolrd turn
Two hearts beating the same
Is it all in my mind
Or is it harder to find
I feel like I'm in the dark
I thought it was real
But I'm starting to feel
Like it must be all in my heart

I'm a fool for believing
But I just keep dreaming
While we just keep drifting apart
Trying to make something
Where there's really nothing
I guess it's all in my heart

I keep telling myself
There's something else
I could do
To find that spark
But wherever it lies
It's not in your eyes
I guess it's all in my heart

I'm a fool for believing
But I just keep dreaming
While we just keep drifting apart
Trying to make something
Where there's really nothing
I guess it's all in my heart
Just trying to make something
Where there's really nothing
I guess it's all in my heart

Crazy Drunken Style (Masta Ace)

[ Lord Digga ]
Good good mornin, this is a warnin
You slept on me last night, so stop the **in yawnin
You shouldn'ta dialed 540-WAKE
You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place
I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?
Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes
And I just might ** your wife, cause I'm livin trife
I gives a ** about a punk pussy rapper
Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after
You little punk bastards, the Digga's comin after
Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission
Say your prayers like a christian
Or your punk**will be missin
Like Jimmy Hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper
Comin to kick your**proper to a slow beat or some opra
But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like Cindy Lauper

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

[ Masta Ace ]
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin
I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin
Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton
Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell
It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks
It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck's

Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x)

We got the lyrical - hangover
Check it out
If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x)

(Drunk on Friday night)

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

[ Lord Digga ]
When I'm brainstormin I do more than just rain
Cause I'ma get you and throw your mama from the train
I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter
Doin shit you never thought of
So don't cross the Digga, cause I'm a nigga over drunk waters
So heat up the skillet, so I can cook MC's like gizzards
And beat that**when you're off to see the wizard
Oh is it, that bad mutha**a? Word to scouts honor
The nigga from Saturday Night that rippin shit like Sinead O'Connor
So I wanna be startin some with mutha**as that'll front when
They really know they really don't want nothin
Over here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike Airs
Agressive like a grizzly, so ** a care bear
Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair

Better Now (Big Mike)




featuring Devin the Dude, MC Breed

{Big Mike:}
It's been a 8 year spread and 4 baby mamas
Still ain't found no wife, all I found was drama
Past dwellin, was it that or was it just us?
Love, was it that or was it just lust?
**ed once, made love about a thousand times
Bought a crib, and all you could say was that the bitch was mine
Selfish thoughts, knew you was lookin for a backdo'
Think I'm kickin bullshit? I'm kickin fact, hoe
Fell for a pretty face, thick hips and bitty waist
Spent my time with you and all it gave me was a shitty taste
Played a game of chase from my town to yo hood
Runnin back and forward thinkin it was all good
I shoulda left you there, pretty face and sandy hair
Gave you the world and couldn't recognize a man that cared
Dick sucks with intentions just to get me sprung
Was it a game when you laid there swallowed my cum?
I was something dumb thinkin you were there for me
Played the game with both of my hands and never cared for me
But everybody plays the fool once or twice
All it did was make me stronger, bitch, ain't nothin nice

[Chorus]
It's better that I find out now, rather than later
It's better that I make a clean break with all my paper
It's better that I find another chick to take your place
It's best that you get your bitch-ass up out my face

{MC Breed:}
Met her when she was 19, brand-new
And she only went out in tight jeans, and could dance too
Burgers and fries, bout 30 lives, told to her
Game, sold to her, plus everybody knew her
What the business? Except I got kids for a witness
And you let her make a come-up like survival of the fittest
You a sucker for a pretty face, smile and a pussy
You a clown runnin round actin wild like a rookie
I know you know she got somebody else on the side
Came through with you while she was rollin in his ride
You know the rules, your bitch chose him, now keep your cool
A sucker for pleasure is just a full-grown fool
Now tell the truth, she's somethin you see walk around - woof
Had you done swooped and went and bought her**a coupe
Just a nigga with a brown nose, the town knows
Still come around swear he clown those
It's better that you find out

[Chorus]

{Devin:}
I wish I woulda known you was a crazy bitch
Before goin over to your house and layin some dick
I thought it wasn't nothin but a mutual nut
We **, I get mine, you get yours, we get up
But before I can get to my crib you hit my hip
Still ready to ** with the smell of dick on your lips
I started thinkin with my dickhead, man, that big red
Pushy-ass pussy, it's big and it's bushy
Couldn't help but to backdo' that**again and again
Nut after nut, shit was cool, but then, you look, friends
Started dippin, trippin and callin my house
With my gal sittin by me lookin all in my mouth
I say: "Hey!", and cough, but she know I'm tryina play it off
"What's up, nigga? - Bitch, when I see ya I'ma kill ya!"
It's better that I find another freak to take your place
One who won't have me dealin with a domestic case

[Chorus]

Kit (What's the Scoop?) (Slick Rick)

Kit, where you goin'?
Sorry, Michael, it's Rick the Ruler, I have to go

Lights, camera, action, you're on,
Get old Ricky D, what's wrong?
The crowd's gone,
So help me out Kit cause this thief has to be caught,
Radio the chief of police, get a report,
Chief of police said "Well, I'm sorry Ricky D cause I really can't
help,"
Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk,
Kit put your scan on all these rappers in New York,
"But Michael's callin' me Rick, I got to go,
If I get a word you'll definetly be the first to know,"
Well on that night I felt really up tight,
Hello?, "Rick, it's Vance Wright,
Throw on your clothes, I found 'em, they're down town,"
Word?, "Someone's havin' a concert and they're using your crown,"
What?, you sure its mine?
"Yo Rick, I know the shape of it,"
You know your scratchers?, "Yeah, plus I got tape of it,"
Get over my house quick, ride your motorcycle,
Kit, Ricky Rick, pick up, forget old Michael,
Well here came the DJ, trick to say the least,
"Yo let me hear the tape," it's a complete masterpiece,
Y'all figure this kinda is, but this I bound to overtake,
I heard a (honk honk), that's Kit, so lets pray,
Here go my rap Kit,
Analyze a hit, so Kit what's the scoop?
"Slick Rick, this one is it"

Well my tummy was growlin while I'se chillin in my seat,
We stopped by McDonald's so I could somethin' to eat,
Skipped the line, the crowd started to break,
Hey yo, let me get a Big Mac and a strawberry shake,
Someone snatched me by my neck I thought I must be dead,
Injected me with somethin', threw a bag over my head,
I felt real weak, word, I couldn't even stand,
I fell, next thing I'se being thrust inside a van,
Unconscious, who could be this shady?,
When I awoke I was in a room with this lady,
"So your the boss, Rick Rick with all the clout?",
Uh-huh know why'm I tied up and what's this all about?,
And this she left the room this was my one chance for hope,
I used my watch lighter to burn away the rope,
Then I's free, I's free, an alarm was alerted,
I made a flying leap through the window and it hurted,
Someone threw a knife, who could be this trife,
Then I ran and I ran cause I's petro (petrified) for my life,
Stranded and raw I saw a phone not far,
I radioed in to my supadelic car,
Yo, what's with the concert, am I still in it to win it?,
"Yes I'm in Manhattan and I'll be there in a minute,
And oh, by the way, I re-listened to your hit, hey Rick,"
What's the scoop?,
"Oh man, this one is it!"

Tight tight security, man, there was a (?),
Came in with some candles and bum rushed the office,
Grabbed up the one who liked to front and pretend,
No, I don't know who it is, some brother lookin' like a hen,
"Let me go, let me go, please," you must be dusted,
Hand cuffed this brother cause the thief could not be trusted,
Grabbed up my money and my crown that's how I dissed 'em,
I went on the mike, and DJ, man, I'm on the system,
I warmed up the techniques to show he ain't soft,
The crowd was up and this is how it started off,
(Who, who, who is the top choice of them all?)
Yo Vance, cut, thanks a lot, who wanna die?,
We up top, somewhat, forget me not,
Class that I have won't last,
Soon as I blast, from out the past, dash fast, and hear a last,
Vance Wright, no man can bring you this,
And Ricky Rick, clean shot, cause I'm the king of this

Shake It (Tom Waits)

Strip Poker Motel
Got a small blue tail
Hot ice, cold cash
I never been no good at staying out of jail

Wheel spin, roulette
Who’s giving, don’t get
Ripped shirt, black eye
Tuxedo, bow tie
Dark sound, straight road
Get lost, get loaded
Enlisted men, off duty
Stolen clouds, dark beauty
Cold gun, wild rose
Night clerk, door closed

Lie down baby
Your love is a faucet


Called China, cell phone
Chun King, not home

You know I feel like a preacher waving a gun around
Shake it, shake it. shake it baby!

Shake it, shake it, shake it now
Shake it, shake it, shake it baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it now
Shake it, shake it, shake it baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it now

Outside, it’s damp
Put a towel on that lamp
You look hot in this light
I can love you all night
Shoes off, hair down
Got a pink nightgown
Mike Tyson, KO’ed
On the wild, blue road
Small town, straight road
That rooster, done crowed
Flat tire, homemade cross

You know I feel like a preacher waving a gun around
Shake it, shake it, shake it baby!

Shake it, shake it, shake it now
Shake it. shake it, shake it baby

Shake it, shake it, shake it now

Par Avion (Mike & The Mechanics)

Another day has passed me by
And there's an island in the sun
To see me through
Another day in paradise
But there's no reason, there's no rhyme
Without you

Here comes the night (night)
Here comes the dreaming of you
Breathing your love in me
Here comes the night (night)
Here comes the feeling I've been
Waiting here for so long
I've been waiting here for so long

There's a time and there's a place
When we can share the silver night
Silent room
In my bed an empty space
Cos there's no other in my life
Only you

Here comes the night (night)
Here comes the dreaming of you
Breathing your love in me
Here comes the night (night)
Here comes the feeling I've been
Waiting here for so long
I've been waiting here for so long

Here comes the night
Here comes the dreaming of you
Breathing your love in me
Here comes the night (night)
Here comes the feeling I've been
Waiting here for so long
I've been waiting here for so long

Libérez-Nous Des Libéraux (Loco Locass)

Gaétan Montreuil : «Au tour maintenant du chef du parti libéral du Québec, Monsieur Jean Charest. »

Jean Charest : « Merci mon pit. Je suis prêt, l'équipe libérale est prête, nous sommes prêts »

Prêts pas prêts la charrue Charest, acharnée, charcute en charpie la charpente
De la maison qu’on a mis 40 ans à bâtir.

C'pas toi qui as milité pour Amir Khadir?
Maintenant la table est mise pour 4 ans à pâtir, à pâlir à vue d'œil,
Ahuris à la vue d'la bande d’abrutis qui bradent à bride abattue
Qui vendent à rabais, par la bande, c'qu'y a pas de prix
Une fois l'mandat fini, le pays ressemble d'un abatis.

Coupe sombre, coupe à blanc, Coupe Grey
«Alouette, je te plumerai»

Et pour couper court au courroux po**ire,
Patapouf étouffe la foule et légifère à tombeau ouvert
Pis tout sourire, il sert la soupe po**ire.

« C'est ça être solidaire quand on a sacré tout à terre »

Afin de faire taire, un argumentaire unique en terre d'Amérique.
Mais son affaire, ça fait ben trop l’affaire
des régents d’affaires,
du Canada pis du Conseil du Patronat.

Bâillon pas bâillon, je raille pareil, le patron des Patrons
« Ta yeule Taillon! »

Hey si le dément démantèlement t'excites tellement que c'est comme de la musique à tes oreilles, comment t’aimes le tintamarre des barbares, dans tes tympans d’avare hagard?

Face à la menace de la braderie on brandit le poing de la Patrie à la face des bandits.
Face à la menace de la braderie on brandit le poing ...

Libérez-nous des Libéraux

J'te l'dis carré, catégorique :
Jean Charest-Mike Harris : même combat, même charisme, même kermesse des biens et services publics.
Câlisse faut que ça finisse. La chasse aux BS pour eux c't'une business inespérée.
Pis ceux qui dépérissent,
Il reste plus qu’à prier pour Saint-Jean-Baptiste,
Ça vous apprendra, ma race de séparatistes.

Y'a pas de place, où on peut pas faire la piasse.
Contrats de performances pour la SGF, pour les CPE, ou les SDF
Un impôt sur la quête? Tiens, ça serait pas bête!

Ça dirige le Québec comme une PME,
Comme un pimp, ses putes pour qu'elles alignent les P-I-P-E-S'ti,
Ça se sait ça s'connaît, la clef du succès pour le 24 Sus**, c'est d'as**uer le Québec,
Quel beau sujet pour Jean-Claude Labrecque « À Hauteur de Gnome » « Hauteur de Braguette »
Sucer debout, c'est ça se tenir drette...

(zzzzzzzzzzzzzip)

Jean Charest : « Je suis prêt »

On est loin de « Maître chez Nous »,
Maintenant comme jamais, il y a un traître chez nous.
Ça s'entend quand il parle comme un derrière de boîte de céréales.
Si tu penses me faire taire, tu perds ton temps, j'suis intarissable.

« Je vais sous ton ciel, muse, et je suis ton féal »

Face à la menace de la braderie, on brandit le poing de la Patrie à la face des bandits.
Face à la menace de la braderie on brandit le poing …

Libérez-nous des Libéraux

Les cols bleus, les cols blancs, toutes les écoles confondues
Faut se ruer dans la rue, au printemps comme une crue,
Faire éclater notre ras-le-bol, une débâcle de casseroles, trêve de paroles, faites du bruit...
Un charivari pour chavirer ce parti, comme en Argentine, en Bolivie
D'un pôle à l'autre, c'est un constat continental :
À bas le bulldozer libéral.


Libérez-nous des Libéraux

« Ça me fait plaisir, les Loco Locass, d'être ici avec vous dans votre chanson, ça me permet de rejoindre un public, qui en général a été réfractaire , bla bla bla… »

Tamtid'lidé délibérez du libellé
Tamtid'lido libérez-nous des libéraux

Jean Charest : « Excusez la ..Je, je, je préfère Burger King. Moi j'aime tout le fast-food de toutes façons, je trouve ça moins compliqué pis ça coûte moins cher...

A Call To Arms (Mike & The Mechanics)

Pass the word, it's a call to arms
Midnight man at your door
Blackened faces run in the night
Daybreak under the floor

Bring my bow
Fill my head with flame, and we must
Let them know that the torch is lit again
Crystalize the pain behind your eyes
Are you ready to fight?

(You hear the drum and) run for your life
(Sweet Avalon the heat is on)
In other words, I hope and pray
That time and tide wash the hate away
A simple man with simple thoughts
Who turned to force as a last resort

All around us, chaos rings
Buildings crumbling down
Silhouettes in the fiery rain
Timbers crash to the ground

Bring my spear, invested with my youth
Bring the children near, they must now be told the truth
Old and young and those of foreign tongue
Are you ready to fight?

(You hear the drum and) run for your life
(Sweet Avalon the heat is on)
In other words, I hope and pray
That time and tide wash the hate away
A simple man with simple thoughts
Who turned to force as a last resort

In other words, I hope and pray
That time and tide keep the day away
When simple men with simple thoughts
Will turn to force as a last recourse

Second Round K.O. (Canibus)




featuring Mike Tyson

{in the first section Tyson speaks over the "Rip Rock" instrumental}

[Mike Tyson]
Yo Canibus man whassup man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man you were boomin
But I caught these foul slouch**niggaz youknowmean?
Talkin foul bout you the other night
on the corner of the boulevard man I wasn't with that
but I ain't know you well enough to defend you though right?
But you seem like you got true game
But.. peep game man, they've been playin me all my life man
You know I won the title a couple of times, did right, youknowmean?
But they can't hurt us man, we gon' do it
Get up in this ring man put on these gloves
Let me show how to handle yourself man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head man
Come on to me man, but when you come man you gotta come for blood man
Come up to me man, come on bust that nigga whole man
Niggaz talkin that shit about you..

Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast
Hey man they been playin me all my life man
You know I won the title a couple of times did right
No but they can't hurt us man
We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle this yourself man

[Canibus]
So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do
So when you say that you +Platinum+, you only droppin +Clue's+
I studied your background, read the book that you wrote
Researched your footnotes, bout how you used to sniff coke
Frontin like a drug-free role model, you disgust me
I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showin off your body cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills
Mad at me cause I kick that shit real niggaz feel
While 99% of your fans wear high heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna ** with me? You must be crazy!
You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off
You betta be prepard to finish what you start, nigga

[Referee]
Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there
(Yo, get off me man)
We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks
(Yo, yo get the ** off me man)
If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha
(Yo get out my way man, yo he started this shit)
You understand? (** you!)
You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!)
Stop bein a bitch (Get the ** off me man!)
We came to see a fight

[Mike Tyson]
Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man
You don't want no bitch**niggaz hangin out wit me man
We're warriors man, when we go into battle
we come out, or don't come out at all

[Canibus]
Yo
You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I hear that wack**verse
That shit was the worse [pause] rhyme I ever heard in my life
cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th
God bless his soul rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know +What Beef+ is
It's not what I would call this (nah) see this is somethin different
A faggot nigga tryin ta make a livin offa dissin
Somebody that he gotta know is betta than him
but he feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well lemme tell you somethin, you might got mo' cash then me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's**like me
And if you really want to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, ** it, I'll let you kick em all
I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I saw naw he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself
trained to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack shittit
And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it
** that, cause like Common and Cube I see +The Bitch In Yoo+
and I'ma make the world see it too, mother**er

[Referee]
Ladies and gentelman, we have a new lyrical weight champion
By second round knock out, 3 minutes and 40 seconds Can-i-bus

[Mike Tyson]
Yo Canibus man, you movin like Mike Tyson Jr. man
You in and out and you're agile with you flow man
But dig right, you got you gotta eat man, that's your name Canibus
Your whole agenda is to eat these niggaz man
They have no business to be in the same stage with you
holdin the mic with you

But dig right...

But dig right...

But dig right...

But dig right...

Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but
eat eat eat eat MC's for lunch, breakfast, dinner
That's your agenda baby
Your your agenda to to consume them
Their whole existance, they can't exist in your presence
The Canibus is here to rule forever
Mike Tyson, on the death


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