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2 U + Ur Hand
401 lectures
3 Just Like a Pill
401 lectures
4 Family Portrait
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P!nk ...

P!nk ...

P!nk ( Alecia Beth MOOre, née le 8 septembre 1979 à DOylestOwn en Pennsylvanie aux États-Unis) est une chanteuse et actrice américaine. Elle a vendu envirOn 25 milliOns d'albums ...

P!nk est la fille de James MOOre, vétéran du Viêt Nam et de Judy Kugel, infirmière. Elle grandit dans une petite ville juste en dehOrs de Philadelphie ...
CÔté famille, ses parents se sOnt séparés alOrs qu'elle avait 6 ans. Elle a un grand frère nOmmé JasOn, né en nOvembre 1977. James est en quelque sOrte le mentOr de P!nk. P!nk et sa mère ne se sOnt jamais réellement entendues ; c'est ainsi que cette dernière mit sa fille, alOrs âgée de 15 ans, à la pOrte, qui alla vivre chez ses amies. Elle fait quelques petits bOulOts ( McDOnald's ou Pizza Hut ) et décide finalement de retOurner vivre chez sOn père ...Elle cOmmence à chanter à l'âge de 13 ans avec des chanteurs de rap lOcaux. Elle est ensuite recrutée par MCA RecOrds pOur cOmpléter le grOupe Basic Instinct. Après une cOurte cOllabOration dans le triO, elle rejOint un autre grOupe de R&B, ChOice, qui était en cOntrat avec LaFace RecOrds. Mais au bOut de deux ans le grOupe se sépare ...

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# Posté le samedi 16 août 2008 11:57

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 14:45

There YOu GO ... [ 2OOO ]



Please dOn't cOme arOund
Talkin' 'bOut that yOu lOve me
'Cause that lOve shit just aint fOr me
I dOn't wanna hear that yOu adOre me
And I knOw that all yOu're dOin'
Is playin' yOur mind games
DOn't yOu knOw that game beats game
SO yOur best bet is tO be straight wit' me

SO yOu say yOu wanna talk, let's talk
If yOu wOn't talk, I'll walk
Yeah it's like that
I gOt a new man, he's waitin' Out back
NOw what dO yOu think abOut that
And when I say I'm thrOugh, I'm thrOugh
SO basically I'm thrOugh wit' yOu
Whatcha wanna say ?!
Had tO have it yOur way, had tO play games
NOw yOu're beggin' me tO stay

CHORUS:
There yOu gO, lOOkin' pitiful
Just because I let yOu gO
There yOu gO, talkin' 'bOut yOu want me back
But sOmetimes it be's like that
There yOu gO, talkin' 'bOut yOu miss me sO that yOu
LOve me sO, why'd I let yOu gO ?!
there yOu gO cause yOur lies gOt
NOw lOOk at yOu, there yOu gO

Please dOn't cOme arOund
Talkin' 'bOut hOw yOu changed
HOw yOu said gOOdbye
TO what's-her-name
All it sOunds like tO me is new game
And I knOw I was right when I thOught
I'd be much better Off withOut yOu
Had tO get myself frOm rOund yOu
'Cause my life was all abOut yOu

YOu say yOu wanna talk, I dOn't
YOu say yOu want a change, I wOn't
Yeah it's like that
YOu had yOur chance, wOn't take yOu back
NOw what dO yOu think abOut that ?!
NOw when I say I'm thrOugh, I'm thrOugh
Basically I'm thrOugh wit' yOu
Whatcha wanna say ?!
Had tO have it yOur way, had tO play games
NOw yOu're beggin' me tO stay

REPEAT CHORUS

DOn't yOu wish yOu cOuld turn the hands Of time ?!
DOn't yOu wish that yOu still were mine ?!
DOn't yOu wish I'd take yOu back ?!
DOn't yOu wish that things were simple like that ?! Oh
Didn't miss a gOOd thing 'til it's gOne
But I knew it wOuldn't be lOng
'Til yOu came runnin' back
Missin' my lOve, there yOu gO

REPEAT CHORUS

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# Posté le samedi 16 août 2008 12:01

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 14:49

MOst Girls ... [ 2OOO ]



I never cared tOO much fOr lOve
It was all a bunch Of mush
That I just did nOt want
Paid was the issue Of the day
If my girlfriends gOt sOme game
COuldn't be mOre fly
Getting paid was everything
But I'm nOt every girl
And I dOn't need that wOrld tO validate me
Cause shOrty gOt a jOb
ShOrty gOt a car
And shOrt can pay yOur rent
But when I'm dancing baby it's nOt in my heart

MOst girls want a man with the bling-bling
GOt my Own thing, gOt the ching-ching
I just want real lOve
MOst girls want a man with the mean green
DOn't wanna dance if he can't be
Everything that I dream up
A man that understands real lOve

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, O-O-h

And I was sOme girl abOut the flOss
It was all abOut the cOst
HOw much he spent On me ?!
Seek fOr a man whO gOts the means
TO be giving yOu diamOnd rings
It's what every fly girl
COuld want Or even dream

But I'm nOt every girl
And I dOn't need nO g tO take care Of me
Cause shOrty gOt a jOb
ShOrty gOt a car
And shOrt can pay yOur rent
But when I'm dancing baby it's nOt in my heart, nO, nO

MOst girls want a man with the bling-bling
GOt my Own thing, gOt the ching-ching
I just want real lOve
MOst girls want a man with the mean green
DOn't wanna dance if he can't be
Everything that I dream up
A man that understands real lOve

MOst girls want a man with the bling-bling
GOt my Own thing, gOt the ching-ching
I just want real lOve
MOst girls want a man with the mean green
DOn't wanna dance if he can't be
Everything that I dream up
A man that understands real lOve

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, O-O-h

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, O-O-h

And I'm nOt every girl
And I dOn't need nO g tO take care Of me, nO
Cause shOrty gOt a jOb
ShOrty gOt a car
And shOrt can pay yOur rent
But when I'm dancing baby it's nOt in my heart, Oh mOst girls

MOst girls want a man with the bling-bling
GOt my Own thing, gOt the ching-ching
I just want real lOve
MOst girls want a man with the mean green
DOn't wanna dance if he can't be
Everything that I dream up
A man that understands real lOve

MOst girls want a man with the bling-bling
GOt my Own thing, gOt the ching-ching
I just want real lOve
MOst girls want a man with the mean green
DOn't wanna dance if he can't be
Everything that I dream up
A man that understands real lOve

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, O-O-h

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, O-O-h

I, I just want just want real lOve
Said I gOtta have real lOve
Everything, can yOu be everything I can cOme up with, Oh

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# Posté le samedi 16 août 2008 12:04

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 14:51

YOu make me stick ... [ 2OO1 ]



YOu make me sick
I want yOu and I'm hatin' it
GOt me lit like a candlestick
Get tOO hOt when yOu tOuch the tip,
I'm feelin' it, I gOtta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy
baby dOn't yOu quit
Can't get enOugh Of it
YOu gOt me gOin' again
Baby, yOu goOt me gOin' again
YOu make me sick ...

He was dOing 8-0 On the freeway
In the 6 dOuble O, bumpin' Isley
He was gettin' kinda clOse, kinda tOuch-ay
Cuz he had a little tOO much Hennessey
He tOld me that he wanna gO hOme,
with me up On the hill tO my cOndO
TOld me he wOuld keep it all On the lOw-lOw
But I tOld him, "bOO, I dOn't really knOw thOugh" ...

He gOt clOser tO me...it started gettin' deep
He had me in a zOne when he started tO shOw me things
I never saw befOre
Baby was smOOth but I knew it was game
Hell-Of-a-cOOl but yOu men are the same
The way he licked his lips and tOuched my hips
I knew that he was slick ...

YOu make me sick
I want yOu and I'm hatin' it
GOt me lit like a candlestick
Get tOO hOt when yOu tOuch the tip,
I'm feelin' it, I gOtta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby dOn't yOu quit
Can't get enOugh Of it
YOu gOt me gOin' again
Baby, yOu gOt me gOin' again
YOu make me sick ...

In the 6 nOw, sO hOt
GOtta pull all the windOws dOwn
Eyes lead and I'm thinkin' bOut the sheets nOw
WOnderin' really shOuld I take it there nOw
He tOld me he wOuld make it wOrth it
Again, hOw many times have I heard this
Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervOus
Well his slick-ass lines were kinda wOrking ...

I felt my knees get weak ...his bOdy was callin' me
Just cOuldn't take the heat
Anyway it was 2 Or 3, I had tO get Off the streets
Baby was cOOl but I knew it was game
Said, he was tOO schOOled tO be screamin' my name
Even thOugh we made the best Of it
I still tOld him this ...

YOu make me sick
I want yOu and I'm hatin' it
GOt me lit like a candlestick
Get tOO hOt when yOu tOuch the tip,
I'm feelin' it, I gOtta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby dOn't yOu quit
Can't get enOugh Of it
YOu gOt me gOin' again
Baby, yOu gOt me gOin' again
YOu make me sick ...

Hmmm yeah

YOu make me sick
I want yOu and I'm hatin' it
GOt me lit like a candlestick
Get tOO hOt when yOu tOuch the tip,
I'm feelin' it, I gOtta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby dOn't yOu quit
Can't get enOugh Of it
YOu gOt me gOin' again
Baby, yOu gOt me gOin' again
YOu make me sick ...

YOu make me sick
I want yOu and I'm hatin' it
GOt me lit like a candlestick
Get tOO hOt when yOu tOuch the tip,
I'm feelin' it, I gOtta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby dOn't yOu quit
Can't get enOugh Of it
YOu gOt me gOin' again
Baby, yOu gOt me gOin' again
YOu make me sick ...

YOu make me sick
I want yOu and I'm hatin' it
HOt when yOu tOuch the tip,
I'm feelin' it, I gOtta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby dOn't yOu quit

Can't ...nO nO nO nO nO
Oh, yOu make me sick
I want yOu and I'm hatin' it
And I'm hatin' it


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# Posté le samedi 16 août 2008 12:06

Modifié le mardi 19 août 2008 14:54

Lady Marmalade ... [ 2OO1 ]



Hey sister, gO sister, sOul sister, flOw sister
Hey sister, gO sister, sOul sister, gO sister

Mya :
He met Marmelade dOwn in Old MOulin ROuge
Strutting her stuff On the street
She said, hellO, hey JOe
YOu wanna give it gO, Oh

Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (hey hey hey)
Gitchi gitchi ya yah hee (hee Oh)
MOcca chOcOlate ya ya (OOh yeah)
CreOle Lady Marmalade (OOh)

VOulez-vOus cOucher avec mOi, ce sOir (Oh Oh)
VOulez-vOus cOucher avec mOi (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Pink :
He sat in her bOudOir while she freshened up
BOy drank all that magnOlia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started tO freak, yeah

Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (da da yeah)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (OOh yeah yeah)
MOcca chOcOlate ya ya
CreOle Lady Marmalade, uh

VOulez-vOus cOucher avec mOi, ce sOir (ce sOir)
VOulez-vOus cOucher avec mOi (OOh)

Lil' Kim :
Yeah, yeah, aw
We cOme thrOugh with the mOney and the garter belts
Let'em knOw we 'bOut that cake, straight Out the gate
We independent wOmen, sOme mistake us fOr whOres
I'm saying, why spend mine when I can spend yOurs

Disagree, well that's yOu and I'm sOrry
I'ma keep playing these cats Out like Atari
Wear high heeled shOes, get lOve frOm the Jews
FOur bad ass chicks frOm the MOulin ROuge

Hey sisters, sOul sisters
Betta get that dOugh sisters
We drink wine with diamOnds in the glass
By the case, the meaning Of expensive taste

YOu wanan gitchi gitchi ya ya (cOme On)
MOcca chOcOlata (what)
CreOle Lady Marmalade
(One mOre time, cOme On)

Marmalade (OOh)
Lady Marmalade (OOh yeah)
Marmalade (Ohh)

Christina:
Hey, hey, hey
TOuch Of her skin feeling silkly smOOth, Oh
COlOr Of cafe au lait, alright
Made the savage beast inside
ROar until he cried

MOre, mOre, mOre Pink:
NOw he's back hOme dOing nine tO five (nine that five)

Mya:
Living a gray flannel life

Christina:
But when he turns Off tO sleep, memOries keep

MOre, mOre, mOre

Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da
Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (Ohh)
MOcca chOcOlate ya ya (OOh)
CreOle Lady Marmalade

VOulez-vOus cOucher avec mOi, ce sOir (ce sOir)
VOulez-vOus cOucher avec mOi
VOulez-vOus cOucher avec mOi, ce sOir (ce sOir)
VOulez-vOus cOucher avec mOi (OOh)

COme On, uh Christina

MOulin
Pink
Lady Marmalade Lil'Kim
Hey, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Mya
ROckwilder baby
Lady Marmalade
MOulin ROuge
OOh
MisdemeanOr here
CreOle Lady Marmalade, Oh yeah


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# Posté le samedi 16 août 2008 12:09

Modifié le mercredi 20 août 2008 15:02