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mercoledì 14 febbraio 2007 - ore 23:43
PER SESSO O PER AMORE?
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Mamma mia che schifo di film. I francesi oltre ad essere stronzi e perdere le finali mondiali di calcio non li sanno proprio fare i film. La Bellucci è l’unico motivo che mi ha spinto a reggere per 90 minuti. Nel film fa la mignotta (tariffa 150 euro a chi interessasse ), è doppiata (ma il doppiaggio in generale fa cagare) e di quando in quando mostra buona parte della sua bellezza. Ma vorrei evitare di conoscere l’autore che ha partorito questa schifezza di film
AI LOV IU UEN IU COL MI BIG PAPPA!!!
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Stamattina a Radio Deejay Linus e Nicola hanno messo questa vecchia canzone del piccolo Notorious BIG. Era il 1994... che storie con lui a fare il pappone e il suo produttore Puff Daddy a bere champagne e gnocca nella Jacuzzi
CAUSE I SEE SOME LADIES TONIGHT THAT SHOULD BE HAVIN MY BABY... BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you’ll find me The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew’s behind me Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin But I just can’t quit Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz’s C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me big pop-pa] Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player [I love it when you call me big pop-pa] To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies [I love it when you call me big pop-pa] If you got a gun up in your waist please don’t shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby Bay-bee
Straight up honey really I’m askin Most of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actin Who they attractin with that line, "What’s your name what’s your sign"
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind And ask what your interests are, who you be with Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon’ be here for a while, I’m gon’ go call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch’s grape Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon’ do What we came to do, ain’t that right boo [truuuueee] Forget the telly we just go to the crib and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l’s while you do me
Chorus
[How ya livin Biggie Smallz] In mansion and Benz’s Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin o’s, smokin live optimo’s Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows A foolish pleasure, whatever I had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However living better now, Gucci sweater now Drop top BM’s I’m the man girlfriend [Honey check it Tell your friends, to get with my friends And we can be friends Shit we can do this every weekend Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah... keep bangin]
Me lo stavo chiedendo giusto la settimana scorsa. A metà anni ’90 dopo i video con gli Aerosmith era lanciatissima e pareva dovesse diventare un’ attrice super popolare. Invece ha praticamente interpretato sempre ruoli di secondo piano e in film quasi sempre non indimenticabili.
E poco fa, tanto per confermare la cosa me la ritrovo in questo film
Solita commedia carina ma nulla di più per passare 90 minuti di tempo Anche altri attori famosi si sono prestati per questo film come Kevin Bacon, Andy McDowell e l’ex American Beauty Mena Suvari (un’altra che è sparita come la Silverstone)
E ALLORA GIOCHIAMO
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Almeno finchè si riuscirà a reggere E intanto ieri si è rimediata una cena pugliese di orecchiette con cime di rapa... e poi l’immancabile insalata per depurare un pò i grassi del Mc Donald’s della sera precedente
E’ TEMPO DI GELATO
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
almeno così era una volta la domenica. Giusto per rimanere al 1995 tiriamo fuori un classico della famiglia Wu Tang Clan. "Ice Cream" tratto dal bellissimo disco solista di Raekwon "Only Built For Cuban Linx..." Qui era in compagnia dei suoi soci Ghostface Killah e Cappadonna più Method Man che si occupa del ritornello. Voi quale gusto preferite? Io scelgo French Vanilla Buona domenica!!!!!
Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming!
Chorus:
Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!)
Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)
Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you’re clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby’s wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean’s Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard’s bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you’d be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I’m high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let’s make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let’s go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
Chorus
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)
Shaolin’s finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I’m loungin, big dick style, y’all niggaz is the flyest Moves you’re making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you’re looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I’m shootin downtown I’m rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who’s that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain’t afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah
Chorus
Verse Three: Cappachino
Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta’s and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you’re lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets
Outro: Method Man
Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It’s the after party and bitches want to fuck
Chorus:
Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream
Yeah, your guts
Chorus: 3/4ths
Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream
One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That’s for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff
TENTAZIONI... THE WEEKEND IS BEGINNING
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Si preannuncia un notevole aumento di temperatura in questo fine settimana... parecchie tentazioni Per prepararsi meglio dare uno sguardo a questo vecchio video di 2pac. Lui non è presente, ma non perchè fosse uno dei tanti video postumi, ma semplicemente perchè era in galera E allora per sostituirlo ha chiamato una carrellata di amici tra cantanti e attori. Bel pezzo tratto dal suo album forse migliore "Me Against The World"... era il 1995, bei tempi.
Buon weekend!!!!!
Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit! You know what time, boo-yaow I know it’s time for you So grab one by the hand youknowhatI’msayin And uhh, throw up that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y’all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y’know?
Tell me baby are you lonely? Don’t wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I’m wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I’d see the day when I would calm down, you ain’t heard I’ve been known to clown and Get Around, that’s my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you’re killin me witcha attitude to match right, don’t be phony cause I hate when you act like, you don’t know me I’ve be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame but the industry’s a lot like, a crap game Ain’t no time for commitment, I gotta go Can’t be wit you every minute miss, another show And even though I’m known for my one night stand I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go...
Throw up the finger! And all my homies go.. Throw them the finger! Ya know what baby it’s like
I know you’ve been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can’t be there, and will you still care
Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go in my ride and I’m all in, gettin high I can hear the people callin, I’m passin by Everybody knows I’m ball-in, and to God Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it’s hard All the cuties know I’m under pressure, what do I do Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it’s cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide If you tell me that you don’t want it, that’s a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don’t rush, I like it slow Can’t hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven Don’t worry, I let myself in, all I heard was...
Give em the finger! All my homies go.. Throw your fingers up! That’s just the Thug in me girl, you know Peep out all my homies, y’know, it’s like
I know you’ve been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can’t be there, and will you still care
A lot of people think it’s easy, to settle down Got a woman that’ll please me, in every town I don’t wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation got me ready to release the fluid, sensation sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin I wanna take you to the movies, and the park Let’s find a spot for you to do me, in the dark Now that it’s passion, hold me tight Don’t need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain’t lovin you right You’re lonely and depressed you need a Thug in your life Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I’ll get to walkin See you later, cause baby I’m a player, and all I heard was
Give em the finger And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y’know? Throw your fingers up Y’know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you
RIFLESSIONI PRIMA DELLA NANNA
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
IL BURRONE
Un monaco si lamentò con il suo maestro perché non riusciva a raggiungere il satori.
"La colpa è tua" gli rispose il maestro.
"In che cosa sbaglio? Che cosa mi manca?" domandò l’allievo.
"Vieni con me, e te lo mostrerò."
Il maestro chiamò un altro discepolo, che era cieco, e tutt’e tre si recarono sulla montagna, in un punto in cui uno stretto tronco era stato gettato su un burrone.
"Attraversa!" disse il maestro al primo monaco.
Il poveretto guardò il fondo del burrone, il debole tronco e rispose: "Non posso: ho paura".
Allora il maestro si rivolse al discepolo cieco e gli diede lo stesso ordine.
Visto che ieri ho messo l’inno all’ottimismo oggi cambiamo decisamente aria. Ecco due brani manifesto dell’intolleranza presi da altrettanti capolavori di Spike Lee: "Fa la cosa giusta"
"La 25a ora"
*UPDATE: e per completare il tutto un brevissimo estratto da American History X
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