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• Titre : Cypress Hill - Trouble
• Album : Stoned Raiders
• Année : 2001

Paroles :

It's been a while now, been around the block
Many miles, many faces, many places that I found friends, traces
Where I spend time, places where my mind roam
Places I can call home, places I can get stoned
I just wanna be alone, when I'm feelin in my zone
People want to knock me down, coz they never have their own
They won't get the best of me, but they try hopelessly
Why you wanna fuck with me, I'm not what you posed to be
You did not give a damn, coulda just killed a man
Sawed off in my hand, but I had to kill the plan
Think I've found my peace of mind, feet planted on the ground
I just had to redefine, what I thought to myself
It all goes around me and others who would down me
Who I don't give a fuck about, trouble always found me
I know I used to welcome it, with my arms open wide
Trouble's hands on the door but it can't come inside

No, trouble's at my door, you want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble (2x)

Trouble on the line, all the fuckin time
Got me contemplatin the solution, the fusion my wicked mind
Got suckers that hate me but it don't really matter
I'm like a gat when I bust, niggas run and scatter
Movin in circles, throwin elbows and fists
You gotta be a real nigga in the cypress hill pit
Lotta critics talkin shit, but I'm not concerned
A hundred g's for sixty minutes is the bank I earn
I try to put it to you rookies so you bitches can learn
That nobody can tire when it's time to burn
With so many phonies out there lot of you have been fooled
Into actually believin that some shit is cool
Take the blinders off and go look for yourself
Fuck hearin about shit from somebody else
I'm down for myself, I back up myself
Put in all on the line make sure that I'm felt

No, trouble's at my door, you want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble (2x), no

Felt the wall's closin in, and my shoe's wearin thin
Had to be the biggest clown, man you couldn't comprehend
Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same
Call me rock superstar, insane in the brain
But I know I haven't changed, so I brush you to the side
Trouble's knockin on the door, askin jus to come inside
Times I gotta block it out, no one likes to talk it out
Trouble keeps comin and I can't seem to lock it out
Got my hands on the phone, I don't wanna have to talk
If you're feelin froggy son, then I guess you gotta jump
I can see it in your eyes, you don't seem to recognise
I wouldn't fall into your trap, for many lives to compromise
I'm not fallin for your shit, you ain't gonna take me there
You can talk all you want, but I don't got your weight to bare

No, trouble's at my door, you want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble (2x)
You want trouble right now, c'mon (8x)
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble (4x)

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• Titre : Je Danse Le Mia - I AM
• Album : Ombre Est Lumière
• Année : 1994

Paroles :

Au début des années 80
Je me souviens des soirées
Où l'ambiance était chaude
Et les mecs rentraient
Stan Smith au pied
Le regard froid
Ils scrutaient la salle
Le 3/4 en cuir roulé autour du bras.
Rayban sur la tête
Survêtement Tacchini
Pour les plus classes
Des mocassins Nebuloni
Dès qu'ils passaient
Cameo, Midnight Star,
SOS Band, Delegation ou Shalamar
Tout le monde se levait
Des cercles se formaient
Des concours de danse
Un peu partout s'improvisaient
Je te propose un voyage dans le temps
via planète Marseille
Je danse le mia

Eh Dj, mets nous donc du funk
que je danse le mia
Fais pousser le pioneer à fond
pour danser le mia
Ce soir les bagues brilleront
pour danser le mia
Eh Dj, mets nous donc du funk
que je danse le mia

Je danse le mia
Jusqu'à c'que la soirée vacille
Une bagarre au fond et tout le monde s'éparpille
On râlait, que c'était nul, que ça craignait
Le samedi d'après on revenait
tellement qu'on s'emmerdait
J'entends encore le rire des filles
Qui assistaient au ballet
Des Renault 12 sur le parking
A l'intérieur, pour elles c'était moins rose
" Oh cousine, tu danses ou je t'explose ? "

Voilà comment tout s'aggravait
En un quart d'heure
Le frère rappliquait
" Oh, comment tu parles à ma soeur ? "

Viens avec moi, on va se filer,
Tête à tête je vais te fumer derrière les cyprès
Et tout s'arrangeait ou se réglait à la danse
L'un disait " Fils, t'y a aucune chance... "
Eh les filles, mes chaussures brillent
Hop ! Un tour, je vrille
Je te bousille, tu te rhabille
Et moi je danse le mia
Comme les voitures
C'était le défi KUX 73 JM 120 mon petit
Du grand voyou
A la plus grosse mauviette
Ma main sur le volant
" Avec la moquette ! "
Pare soleil collé sur le pare brise arrière
Dédé et Valérie
Ecrit en gros
" Sur mon père ! "
La bonne époque où on sortait la 12 sur magic touch
On lui collait la bande rouge
A la Starsky et Hutch
J'avais la nuque longue
Eric aussi, Malek coco
La coupe à la Marley
Pascal était rasta
Des afros sur François et Jo
Déjà à la danse
A coté d'eux
personne ne touchait une bille
On dansait le mia

En direct sur radio chacal
En duplex live avec le starflash laser-light action club....
C'est tout de suite
3 - 2 - 1 - DJ !

Merci à tous et à toutes
d'être avec nous ce soir
au new starflash laser-light action club
Nous sommes ensemble ce soir
pour une soirée de bonheur musical
avec un grand concours de danse.
De nombreux super cadeaux.
Pour les heureux gagnants,
il y aura des t-shirt marlboro,
des autocollants pioneer,
des caleçons JB, des peluches !
A la technique c'est Michel,
le light-jockey c'est Momo.
On monte sur les tables,
On lève les bras bien haut...
Allez, c'est parti !

Je danse le mia
Pas de pacotilles
Chemises ouvertes
Chaînes en or qui brillent

Des gestes lents, ils prenaient leur temps
Pour enchaîner les passes qu'ils avaient élaboré dans leur quartier
C'était vraiment trop beau, un mec assurait
Tout le monde criait : " Oh oui Minot ! "
La piste s'enflammait et tous les yeux convergeaient
Les différences s'effaçaient et des rires éclataient
Beaucoup disaient que nos soirées étaient sauvages
Et qu'il fallait entrer avec une batte ou une hache.
Foutaises, c'étaient les ragots des jaloux,
Et quoi qu'on en dise, nous on s'amusait beaucoup.
Aujourd'hui encore, on peut entendre des filles dire
" Aie, aie, comme il danse le mia... "

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• Titre : Ice Cube - Today Was A Good Day
• Album : The Predator
• Année : 1992

Paroles :

Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do'
Thinking will i live another twenty fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which court, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
and now i am yelling dominoes
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day

Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.

Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the shit
What the fuck am I thinking about?

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• Titre : Warren G & Nate Dogg - Regulate
• Album : Regulate... G-Funk Era
• Année : 1994