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giovedì 18 gennaio 2007 - ore 18:40
PULIZIE FATTE!!!
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ieri sera... e non mi riferisco a quelle di casa, ovviamente.
La primavera è alle porte
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giovedì 18 gennaio 2007 - ore 12:52
A MESSAGE FROM THE CELL
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ma che succede in questi giorni? Continuo a ricevere speedy da gente più o meno anonima che vuole vendere le cose più disparate o che ti invita a feste in qualche locale. E sicuramente non sono l’unico che li riceve. Si sono dati appuntamento tutti negli stessi giorni?????
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mercoledì 17 gennaio 2007 - ore 00:32
PRIMA DI ANDARE A NANNA - THE SEED
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E anche Muccino versione americana è stato archiviato.
Film carino, solita storia dei buoni sentimenti made in USA. All’inizio un pò lento ma poi ti prende sempre più. La compagnia femminile di certo ha gradito parecchio versando litri e litri di lacrime nell’ultima mezz’ora... ad un certo punto pensavo stesse per avere un orgasmo
Cmq cambiamo canzone... mettiamo in stand by l’hip-hop e spingiamo un pò di rock/soul rimanendo comunque sempre nello stesso ambiente... sarai contenta Alba?
In play allora mettiamo The Seed di Cody Chesnutt del 2002... canzone diventata famosa l’anno dopo perchè rifatta insieme ai The Roots nella versione 2.0 con l’aggiunta di elementi rap.
Se si sente da culo non è perchè ho compresso troppo, ma perchè l’album da cui è tratto "The Headphone Masterpiece" è un disco fatto in casa, autoprodotto e volutamente registrato in lo-fi...
GOOD LISTENING!!!!!!!!!
I don’t ask for much these days
And I don’t sit and whine, if I don’t get my way
I only wanna...
Fertilize another behind my lover’s back
Sit and watch it GREW standin’ where I’m at
Fertilize another behind my lover’s back
And I’m keepin’ my secrets mine!
Push my seed in her bush for life
It’s gonnna work because I’m pushing it right
If Mary dropped a baby-girl tonight, I would name her Rock N’ Roll
I don’t beg from no rich man
I don’t scream and kick when the shit don’t fall in my hand
Because I’m gonna still...
Fertilize another against my lover’s will
Lick the opposition ’cause she don’t take no pill
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh!- you know you did
You’ve been keepin’ my legend alive
Push my seed in her bush for life
It’s gonnna work because I’m pushing it right
If Mary dropped a baby-girl tonight, I would name her Rock N’ Roll
Push my seed somewhere deep in her chest
I push it naked ’cause I’m takin’ the test
Deliver it Mary, it don’t matter the sex, I’m go’n name it Rock N’ Roll
Push my seed in her bush for life
It’s gonnna work because I’m pushin’ it right
If Mary had a baby-girl tonight, I would name her Rock N’ Roll
I would name her Rock N’ Roll
I would name her Rock N’ Roll
I would name her Rock N’ Roll
I would name her Rock N’ Roll
I would name her Rock N’ Roll
....Name her Rock N’ Roll
I would name her Rock N’ Roll
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lunedì 15 gennaio 2007 - ore 21:44
HOW HIGH PART II
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Passiamo da una colonna sonora ad un altra...
con Method Man & Redman che cantano la title track del loro film (in italiano Due Sbandati Al College)
e per questo pezzo hanno preso in prestito un singolo di quel periodo cantato da quello splendore di Toni Braxton
Che fine avrà fatto la nostra cara Toni che è un pezzo che non si sente?
I, I get so high
[Redman
Yo ladies and gentlemen...we got Toni Braxton up in the house
[Method Man So high that I can kiss the sky bitch
[Redman We live up in here y’all, let’s get high
[Method Man Motherfucker get high
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
[Method Man]
Tical shittin again, spittin to win
Load they guns clip in the end none sicker than him
Yes indeed, I’m ill as any STD’s or sex disease
These dirty rats want extra cheese
On that piece of the pie nowm ask me how high
Until ya reach for the sky blame the crooked letter I
That’s my home, 23’s wrapped in chrome
Not only snap on y’all niggas but I’ll snap dem bones
Slap your dome, make you leave that crack alone
You got the, key to the city but the latch is on
I got’s it locked, bringin the noise bringin the Funk Doctor Spock
Bringin my boys bringin you lungs
Pop the glock but only if you feel this shit
Jack The Ripper, don’t make me have to kill this bitch
Back to get’cha put it in check that’s the mista
Meth with his wood on your neck, shut your lips up
[Chorus - Toni Braxton (Redman & Method Man)]
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
[Redman]
You can, call on the man when the party is borin
I’ll have these hoes strippin till it’s part of the mornin
I love a fat chick with a body enormous
It ain’t about the weight yo it’s how they performin
My dash is 180, my weed half a pound
With the smoke in the air my nose like basset hounds
I don’t stash the draw, nigga divide
I’m that nigga that ride with trigga to give a supply
High, is how I stay all the time
([Method Man Niggas close your doors)
Yo bitches shut all your blinds
If I’m, hard to find take two puffs and pass
I’d stay back but my benz moved up a class
It’s Dock and Meth the format is real sickenin
Contagious, we out for Mista Biggs women
You better shut your trap when my dogs around
We put them on fire hydrents, to walk around bitch!
[Chorus: Toni Braxton (Redman & Method Man)]
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
[Method Man]
Mista Method Man puttin in work foot in the dirt
Like it’s all good roll thru your hood pushin a hearst
I wish y’all would, come aruond like Clint Eastwood
As if your, reppin your hood in my neck of the woods
Street gorillas in the PJ’s, grimy bitch
I wear the same shit for 3 days, find me lit
Blunt sparks like Felipe fuck the he say she say
Yo shut the mic on plus the DJ
[Redman]
Yo, call me the Bob Backlin I’ll break backs on hoes
Who look like Toni Braxton, come run with these boney masked men
I’m out the gutter, I’m to send your baby mother 4 rubbers
We fuckin tonight, bitches wanna croud around I’m coughin the mic
I’m a gorilla, leave a banana stuck in your pipe
Cause I’m a real block winner, the Doc inna
Bitch one of my balls bigger than the Epcot Center
[Chorus: Toni Braxton (Redman & Method Man)]
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
High (Let’s Get)
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domenica 14 gennaio 2007 - ore 14:18
GET IT ON TONITE
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E cosa c’è di meglio di questa canzone di Montell Jordan per un bel ballo sexy in pista con una ragazza?
Ahhh... che ricordi
When I’m looking at you,
I keep thinkin’
Why can’t she be like you
So I’m schemin
I can’t go through like this, believin
that her love is true
Standing on the dance floor,
while she trickin’
You are all I want girl,
she’s a chicken
We might be together, but love is missin
Girl I want you, So what can we do?
Girl, if its all right
Let’s go somewhere and get it on tonite
I’ve got a girl but you look good tonite
It’s one on one tonight, tonite
Girl if it’s allright
let’s go somewhere and get it on tonite
you shouldn’t have to be alone tonite
It’s one on one tonight, tonite
Now she’s lookin’ at me, but keep talkin’
Oh, now she’s tryin’ to ice you,
lets start walkin’
Over on the dance floor,
it’s her fault
But what can she do?
Tell me baby
MJ: Girl,If your ready
Girl: I’m ready
MJ: We can get it on
Girl: We can get it on
MJ: I know where I went wrong
Girl: She’s where you went wrong
MJ: With you is where I belong
Girl, if I could find the words to say
I’ve gotta get away, from a love
That kills me everyday,
I’d gladly say to you
Girl, if its all right
Let’s go somewhere and get it on tonite
I’ve got a girl but you look good tonite
It’s one on one tonight, tonite
Girl if it’s allright
let’s go somewhere and get it on tonite
you shouldn’t have to be alone tonite
It’s one on one tonight, tonite
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sabato 13 gennaio 2007 - ore 18:12
MERDA! PRIMA PARTITA DELL’ANNO...
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e subito una sconfitta dopo più di 40 partite e 14 mesi di imbattibilità.
Con tanto di gol del pareggio fallito proprio a pochi secondi dal termine
Meglio pensare alla serata, va!
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sabato 13 gennaio 2007 - ore 12:40
IN DA CLUB
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Visto che mi sento molto Hip Hop in questi giorni proseguiamo e mettiamo quindi la versione In Da Club by Beyoncè...
caruccia eh?
Go shorty, it’s Beyonce,
We gon’ party like, it’s ya birthday,
We gettin’ naughty like, it’s ya birthday
So put ya drink up in the air if you feel sexy!
I’m the chick with the hot ish, manolo blahnik,
Jimmy choo kicks, killin’ it, who you with?
Me & my girls at the party with the diamond zinati’s
I’m that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body.
I’m that fly chick 5*6 Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabolous, glamourous, its effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin’ vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin’ on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you’s a sexy little thug,
Don’t wanna be your girl I ain’t lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.
My nails my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib my car my clothes my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain’t changed.
I’m that girl wearing chanel pearls,
Chandeliers in my ears from Bailey Bank and Biddle
Ya feelin my style, ya feelin my flow
Hair sheek, smells sweet, like flow to flow?
I’m the lady sipping baileys while I strut like a model
If the ladies wanna hate me I jus send them a bottle
I kno I got it but don’t flaunt it even though brothas want it,
Dancin’ dirrty while I’m flirtin, ’cause he’ checkin’ up on me.
You can find me in the club, sippin’ on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you’s a sexy little thug,
Don’t wanna be your girl I ain’t lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.
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venerdì 12 gennaio 2007 - ore 18:32
REBIRTH!!!!!!!!
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il visitatore n° 1800 è........
rullo di tamburi.......
ILCONFESSIOANALE Ebbene si, ladies & gentlemen... ilconfessioanale ha appena cominciato a fare i bagagli per trasferirsi da Bloggerbash a Spritz
E mò son CAZZI PER TUTTI!!!!!!
Altro che TOSTA!!!!
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venerdì 12 gennaio 2007 - ore 18:09
DIBBIDIBOJE!!!!!!!!
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No comment. I risultati degli ultimi 5 giorni sono stati a dir poco deludenti nonostante la netta limitazione nei pasti e nei fuoripasti.
Urge incombente la DRASTIC DIET... e mi sa che i campetti sportivi dietro casa da domani cominceranno a farmi compagnia
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venerdì 12 gennaio 2007 - ore 00:00
YOU GOT ME
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New song for new post.
Ed ho scelto i Roots con la loro classica You Got Me... che ha quasi 10 anni ma spacca ancora alla grande. Invece del pezzo inciso in studio ho messo la versione presente nel disco registrato durante un live di New York nel ’99. Qui al posto di Erykah Badu era presente l’allora esordiente Jill Scott
Jilly from Philly!!!!!!!!!!!
Purtroppo ho dovuto accorciare la canzone perche in live durava quasi 9 minuti e così di fatto l’ho dimezzata sfumando il finale.
Magari più avanti metterò la versione classica con Erykah Badu.
Good Listening
If you don’t worry ’bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don’t worry you know that you got me
Somebody told me that this planet was small
We used to live in the same building on the same floor
And never met before until I’m overseas on tour
And peep this Ethiopian Queen from Philly
Taking classes abroad
She studying film in photo flash focus record
Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score
She said she love my show in Paris at Elysée Montmartre
And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
We knew from the start that things fall apart
Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don’t matter
When I get home, get at her, pull out her phone
Whatever, let’s lay, let’s get together
Shit, you think that not?
Think that dog went home and forgot?
Time passed, now we back in Philly, she up in my spot
Telling me the things I’m telling her is makin’ her hot
Started building with her constantly ’round the clock
Now she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me...
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