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"Lonely" par Bebel Gilberto - (Christian dans sa décapotable)
"Giddy Up" par Indo - (Scènes 5, 7, 9 voir Script VF : Partie torride Christian et Kimber)
"Paint It Black" par les Rolling Stones - (Scène 17 voir Script VF : Opération de Silvio Perez)
"Truth or Dare" par N.E.R.D - (Scène 28 voir Script VF : Christian injecte du Botox dans une partie privée)
"Panoptica" par Nortec Collective - (Scène 33 Voir Script VF : Christian se fait questionner brutalement par Escobar)
"And L" par Panoptica - (Scène 35 voir Script VF : Christian se fait torturer par Escobar)
"The Watcher II" par Jay-Z
"Work It" par Missy Elliot
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Rolling Stones: Paint It Black I see a red door and I want it painted black |
Bebel Gilberto: Lonely |
| N.E.R.D.: Truth or Dare Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m on the dance floor burnin’ up Music turn it up Baby I’m Real hot so is it my turn to touch you Look like you’re buzzin on X with 3D effects Baby you Look like you have no clue of what comes next Me and my dogs will be there Till your girls prepare to share We’ll play the dancing truth or dare If someone’s standing there, stare say Hey baby what’s your name Don’t stand looking insane Do you want to ride the train, welcome to the fast lane If you’re in love beware ‘Cause these people they don’t care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare Kelis: I am the one with the brightest hair, leather I don’t care Baby I Till everyone to take their shirts off That’s my dare You got a girl but you touching me like you don’t care, baby you Do you But just don’t get caught out there Me and my girls will be there Till your boys prepare to share We’ll play the dancing truth or dare If someone’s standing there, stare Hey baby what’s your name Don’t stand looking insane Do you want to ride the train, welcome to the fast lane If you’re in love beware ‘Cause these people they don’t care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare Come on Come on Baby shake it up (x4) Man, I got ten surrounding me Hounding me Center of attention A riot it’s bound to be Though I’m in the middle My jewels you’re bound to see In a pool of women All of them drowning me I’m ho hoppin’, flip floppin’, ho hoppin’ Now her head in my lap boppin’ I ain’t one to care I ain’t used to fair Baby you can keep the truth, chose the dare Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (x2) Me and my dogs will be there till your girls prepare to share Me and my girls will be there till your boys prepare to share We’ll play the dancing truth or dare If someone’s standing there, stare say Hey baby what’s your name Don’t stand looking insane Do you want to ride the train, welcome to the fast lane If you’re in love beware ‘Cause these people they don’t care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare Come on Come on Baby shake it up (x4) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (x4) |
Jay Z: The Watcher II [Jay-Z] Jeah.. uhh.. what shall I do for a livin nigga what shall i Eat for a livin nigga {*watcher*} That's how I live for a livin nigga.. {*watcher*} Okay, let's do this {*the watcher*} [Jay-Z] Things just ain't the same for gangsters But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claimin they bangers Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners 'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, 'cause aight with them hammers I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom? Allow me to retort You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we taught You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report Bout a high speed Porsche, I.e., you niggaz ain't know how to floss 'Til I came through the door Like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH! You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was suckin so long, fuckin ya little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous I blew breath on you midgets, I gave light to the game It's only right I got the right to be king Niggaz that got life really like what I sing Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain Know the shit I DON'T write Be the illest shit that's ever been recited In the game word to the hyphen in my NAME! J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa The past, present, nigga the future, proper The holy trinity of hip-hop is us We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops It's the Roc [REFRAIN: Truth Hurts] I know, you got your eyes on me I feel you watchin me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You bed-da off not lookin at all (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo') (People I used to know, just don't know me no mo') (But everywhere that I go, I got people I know) (Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) [Dr. Dre] I'm still on top of the game Still droppin flames, still cock and aim Still at the top had the Roc for the fame over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim the streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane The eyes that I played The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher [REFRAIN] [Rakim] I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it take away the added profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try copin I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken I'm still alive and scopin Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher {*échos*} [REFRAIN] |
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