IRC-Galleria

Did you really think that you would keep a secret from me?
When I know you like the back of my hand, come on now
I can tell when you're on the low tryna hide something
Tryna hide something, You can't hide nothing
I been watching you for a minute, I already know
Whatchu doing, you can't hide it from me, come on now
I can tell when you're on the low tryna hide something
Tryna hide something, You can't hide nothing

Ima call you out, Ima call you out

Im the illest chick you ever met, You know thats a fact
I'll cut you off in a minute, Boy if you make me
You'll never catch me asleep, I'm awake baby
I'm awake baby, You can't front on me
You can save all your tired lies for someone who cares
I be seeing right through em, No time to waste now
You will never catch me asleep, I'm awake homie
I'm awake homie, You can't front on me

Ima stay down
Ima ice grill ya
You don't know by now?
You should get familiar
You got a hundred stories,
You be fake thuggin'
If you think I'm believin you?
You must be buggin'
I'm like a fortune teller
I can see em comin'
If he's runnin games,
Ima keep em runnin
The day you play me
That'll be the day you're gone
You can front now
But later on...

//Cassie

It's impossible
It's impossible to love you
If you don't let me know what you're feeling
It's impossible for me to give you what you need
If you always hide it from me

I don't know what hurt you
I just, I wanna make it right
Cos boy I'm sick and tired of trying to read your mind

It's impossible
Oh baby it's impossible for me to love you
It's the way it is
It's impossible
Oh baby it's impossible
If you makin' it this way

Impossible to make it easy
If you always tryin' to make it so damn hard
How can I, how can I give you all my love, baby
If you're always, always puttin' up your guard

This is not a circus
Don't you play me for a clown
How long can emotions keep on goin' up and down

//Aguilera

Neiti paljasti että kuljettaa P.Diddyä Beatlesin kansissa, koska eihän sitä voi nyt myöntää kuuntelevansa semmosta pashaa.

On vissiin meillä tämä laatumusiikkimaku suvussa, Blondikaan ei EHDOTTOMASTI kuuntele muutamaa artistia...tämähän nyt on tietysti puhtaasti Neidin vika, kun ostaa kaiken maailman huuhaalevyjä ja Blondin on totta kai pakko kuunnella ne läpi (ihan vaan muutaman kerran). Ipodin sisältöä ei ihan helposti paljasteta ulkomaailmalle.

Tervetuloa Blondin autoon :D! (on muuten hyvät bassot)
Auto on Pyhä Paikka, siellä kuultuja kauheuksia ei sitten muuten levitellä. Eikä viihteen tasosta valiteta. Auto on Blondin Valtakunta.






(Blondin yo-kirjotukset muuten loppu NYT.)

Googleta hakusanoilla: "(nimesi) on" (esim. "matti on") ja kopioi viestiin 10 tulosta.
Näin sinä ja muut saatte tietää sinusta jotain mitä ette ole vielä tiennyt.

Reetta on nykyisin yleisempi kuin vanhempi Reeta-muoto.

Uusi Reetta on syntynyt!

Reetta on 14-vuotias tyttö.

Reetta on harrastanut soittamista pienestä pitäen.

Parikymppinen Reetta on kovasti hermostunut kansainvälisyyshurskasteluun.

Reetta on selvästikin armeijaorientoinut, kun välillä tulee uhakailuja...(tippu tuolilta)

Idea: AnnaSextonÃ…r

If you take a life do you know what you'll give?
Odds are, you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me?
By the merciless eyes I've deceived

I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
Their odds will betray you
And they will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name

If you come inside things will not be the same
When you return to the night
If you think you won
You never saw me change
The game that we have been playing

I've seen this diamond cut through harder men
Than you yourself
But if you must pretend
You may meet your end

Try to hide your hand
Forget how to feel

Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel

//Chris Cornell

Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?

Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say

Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?

//Andre 3000

Got a sweet lil' darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don't want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because - shit, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I'd holla' that it's irrela'
I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella'
And puddin' pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?

//Andre 3000

I know you see me looking, girl go on and act right
A little closer, let me see you in the spotlight
Now turn around and let me see just what ya curved like
Go grab your friends and y'all can come to the back, oh-oh

Why don't you take a sip upon this champagne
Relax, take your coat off, and let me get your name
I love that hour-glass shape you got upon that frame
I like the way you talk your game we might be one and the same

Now I know you got a buzz off that alcohol
I got a house that can entertain all of y'all
Maybe later on I'll give you a phone call
I'm 'bout to slide out, but I'll get back at ya, oh-oh

And when I call don't give me the run-around
I ain't gonna have you tryin' to play me like a silly clown
Don't second guess it, girl
There ain't nothin' to think about
'Cause you got me feigning, but girl you don't hear me

Little lady
You got me just
(screwed up)
Off of your melody
Little lady
C'mon and don't
(chop me up)
Please don't make a fool of me

[Timbaland:]
You're kinda cute
Baby, are you new in town?
My name is Tim
Aka Thomas Crown
I heard you're lost
Do you know your way around
If you gotta problem baby I can hold ya down

I can be your navigator
or your compass
Better yet a genie baby make your first wish
You the party, baby
I'm just the guestlist
I think I need some Tylenol
You got me restless

So grab your friends
And let's take it back to my house
Let's watch Sex and the City or Desperate Housewives
Simon says touch yours while you touch mine
(parental discretion is advised)
Oh-oh

Y'all can be the star in my spotlight
Studio 54 if we get the props right
All we need right now is a little bit, a little bit of act right
Y'all looking shy, but ya act like y'all don't hear me

[Three 6 Mafia:]
See girl you stronger than the strongest drug I ever had
You could mix 'em all together you still be twice as bad
'Cause you the worst best girlfriend I ever had
Harder to kick than cigarettes and green thangs
Harder to escape than jail cells and bills
You had me lost since the minute gurl n pig tails
Like Michael Jackson, "how you do me this way?"
Got me cryin' rivers like Timbaland and Timberlake, yeah

They call me Juicy J straight up out the Three 6 Mafia
Ghetto fab playa on these streets I'm tryin' a holla at ya
Quit playing games girl you got my head spinnin' 'round
I ain't gonna chirp your mobile phone and chase you all over town
I just want to pick you up and take you to a wrestling match
Is it good? Is it good?
And have a little smack fest
So if you never call me I'll be somewhere down in Tennessee
Washing away my sorrows in a cold cup of Hennessy

//Timberlake

You know, it's a hard pill to swallow
When they tell you you strange
You ain't hot
Then in the blink of an eye
They got on what you got
That means i'm a boss!

...watch the beat go...

I'm bossy
I'm the first girl to scream on a track
I switched up the beat of the drum
That's right i brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right, i'm the one that's tattooed on his arm
I'm bossy
I'm the chick y'all love to hate
I'm the chick that's raised the stake
I told young stunna he should switch debate
I'm back with an 808 cause i'm bossy

Ooh lemme slow it down for ya so you can catch the flow
Screw it up make it go extra slow
Real girls get down on the flo (on the flo get down, on the flo)
Ooh i gave you a taste you want some more
Touch down on it like a pro
I ride the beat like a bicycle, icicle
Ooh from the 6-4 hefers up in crenshaw
The money makin playas up in harlem
Don't want no problem
We gon keep it bumpin while the 808 is jumpin

Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my grill

I bet cha neva heard it like this before
My baby be cruisin them phantom doors
Got the bar poppin this that you can't afford (can't afford)
Ooh i'm drinkin blastin the crowds it's all smokin
All the while i'm all open
Me and my girls we stay fly and we love to stay high

(Too $hort)
It's bout time that she get with me
Can't stop starin, she's fine and she's pretty
Damn girl, don't hurt em
Don't back that, you gon work em
Put your mack down, i know your background
What chu want girl, you gettin mad now
That's how you do it, huh?
Well i'm the coolest one
In fact, it's in the back bring em to the front
Tell that man you's a boss
Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss
I don't think he understand you's a boss
Get some help if you can cause he lost it
Ain't no refunds, she spent the cash mayne
In your benz with her friends in the fast lane
Flossin, you say "how much it cost me?"
About a million dollars playa, she's bossy

...watch the beat go...

//Kelis

Sophistophone, aristocats
Distinguished stars, clean up your acts
Pull up your pants, ladies and gents
Please, act like you got some sense
You know what I really wanna know?
Where do all the good girls go
What clubs they hang in?

Behold a lady
I see you standin' on the wall
Clap, clap... you deserve it all

Candy-coated unicorns are quite hard to find
The classic lady, a rare breed indeed
Is that make and model discontinued?

Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain
3000's always changing but you stay the same
And I need that, hey I need that (in my life)
When I feel washed up and inadequate
And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get
You make me smile, you make me smile
You make me smile, you make me...
You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking
You won't let me drown and I'm grateful

Yo' mama's old fashioned, yo' daddy don't play
You'll always be this lovely
'Cause they raised you that way
You're not extra, you're so plain Jane
The yin to my yang, darlin'
You've got that thang and you know it
But yet you don't and that's what's so cool
You don't say too much, but when you do it's profound
In the street you hold your head high
At home you get low down for me
(Can't get no lower, can't get no lower, can't get no lower, yeah!)
Hooo! You're the anchor that holds me down
When my ship is sinking, you won't let me drown

Sad, but one day our kids will have to visit museums
To see what a lady looks like
So if you find one, I beg you, hold her tight
If you spot one, good sir, treat her right
This is Benjamin Andre signing off
Thanks a million
Good luck and good night

//Andre 3000