What Kind of Woman Is This? - Buddy Guy

Si tu croyais qu'on était des mecs qui s'la racontent, tu t'es trompé Déployés, on cherche des pépettes, pas d'patrons mais que des compères A tâtons j'mène mes conquêtes mais j'ai en tête le béton, mec Si tu croyais que j'étais honnête t'étais trop bête Ouais, ouais, je sais qu'on me guette, j'essaye sans cesse de ter-mon Si j'ai des pensées de démon, c'est l'effet desgrosses fesses Mais j'fais qué-cro à tout mes collègues stressés et pauvres Les quais de métro, pour mes pélos j'rêvais desgros chèques Mais j'ai pas cédé à la tentation du gain, pédé Parle pas d'indé, tu n'as pas dit non à des transactions, putain, je l'ai fait Qu'est-ce qu'tu croyais, mec? J'apprends la leçon Quand je déploie mes ailes, affronte mes ennemis, défends ma bande C'est L'entourage, on fait sensation Les tapins savent qu'on est gamins ou bien grands garçons C'est pas bien, j'gratte dans des caves où y a des plantations J'aime chanter dans des chambres, détendre les gens, étendre mes plans à fond Yo, yo, j'rime, frime et tout ça, Big Deen, les bougs savent Les couches tard, les lourdes tass, les miskines, les yous-voi Savent qu'j'évite crimes et puchka, les viles-ci, les poukaves J'veux une diss trip, 100 000 disques mieux que Sinik et Booba J'ai le shit qu'il faut pour ça, j'suis éligible au pouvoir J'veux me pavaner chaque année avec l'équipe qui m'encourage Les fuckin king L'entourage 'vec les titres qui t'emboucanent L'état cramait que j'apparais sans bling-bling autour du cou Pas de victimes dans le crew, fils de vikings et marabouts On prend l'style libre à la source et même Fifty est à la bourre, frérot J'veux voir les gens déjantés penser dans les clubs et danser dans les pubs Engranger le danger, planqué dans les seufs Lâche un two step en souplesse, coup d'tête, balayette Mes bougs viennent des tours d'merde où tes bougs mettent pas les ieps Pourquoi tu parles mal? T'sais, j'pourrais appeler mes frères Mais j'vais faire comme ton barman, j'vais t'souler avec mes vers Bigo Voulez vous des prouesses? Jazzy Bazz, j'arrive! Avec groove et souplesse, dans l'Rap, j'ai tout fait ou presque Vous allez jouir comme des coréennes Surement qu'j'suis surhumain, car j'ai bouffé que des OGM Tu captes? Ouais, gars, c'est le souverain qu'on nomme Une baffe, c'est le seul coup de main qu'on donne J'connais pas l'silence, j'gratte que des phases immenses J'rappe face à l'assistance, nous battre? Il faut pas que t'y penses J'veux décrocher le Graal, on me connait trop mal Une renommée mondiale avant de laisser reposer mon âme et déposer mon arme J'aurais fait mon kiff, j'aurais gratter des textes J'aurais graffer des fresques, tu sais, l'argent, je m'en battais les fesses J'aime pas taper des stress, les coups d'blues, je leur cogne dedans Moi, j'suis comme le vent, j'suis jamais à bout d'souffle J'écris des textes barges pour broyer ton cou C'est L'entourage, tu peux être fier si tu croyais en nous Fume cette merde, mec, n'écoute pas les ragots Fume cette merde, mec, fume, fume... Tu sais qu'j'reste vrai, vas-y, branche le micro Fume cette merde, on va fumer cette merde Vie rapide de barge, j'chille ma ville le soir Bougeant en écoutant souvent Illmatic de Nas J'suis un artiste rue, on est pas si durs C'est juste qu'à chaque petit truc, ils stigmatisent le drame Oui! J'vise le cash, pas l'temps d'panique Ici c'est même dur de s'faire de l'argent facile Si tu voyais ce qu'on fait, on vient pour bouder Ceux qui voulaient noyer le concept, si tu croyais l'contraire Ici, y'a pas d'star, que des banals gars d'Paname Si tu nous attaque, crois pas qu'on va pas s'battre, bâtard On vit tous à la ramasse, dites vous qu'on rêve de petites pouffes Ou de vie de couple à Manhattan ou en Alabama On vise la consécration, pas d'place pour la consternation Frérot, tu sais qu'on met la ssion-pré, qu'on est bombés d'passion Écoute pédale, avec ou sans trous de mémoire L'entourage un groupe d'étoiles... #Constellation Oui, j'dis qu'les tas qu'on donne, c'est du crack Car on les prépare après minuit dans les cuisines quand les darons dorment Et j'ai un truc sur l'feu, on s'empare du gent-ar de Franck Lampard Et sa pute de meuf, mets les thunes sur l'kush Depuis 8.9 je rappe, ils gueulent qu'ils veulent le Phaal Des dealers de came aux petites meufs de Paname, hey Les reufs le savent, les punchs de Phaal sont chaudes On smoke les cônes en mode puff-puff passe J'ai les idées, je m'active, j'y vais, Pernety Quartier d'hérétiques où on maitrise l'électricité statique Et ouais, on le peut, les petits rappeurs vont morfler On fait ce qu'on veut d'eux comme des dictateurs congolais Là, c'est Paris, tu peux m'voir dans de larges T-shirts de l'Entourage Comme quoi le Wann se reconnait à l'habit Poto, c'est Phaal, polo d'chez Ralph J'retourne chez moi en 2032 en DeLoréan Fume cette merde, mec, n'écoute pas les ragots Fume cette merde, mec, fume, fume... Tu sais qu'j'reste vrai, vas-y, branche le micro Fume cette merde, on va fumer cette merde

Oh, baby Oh, man You make me crazy Really drive me mad But that's alright with me It's really no fuss As long as you're next to me Just the two of us 'Cause you're my, my, my My kind of woman My, oh, my What a girl My, my, my My kind of woman And I'm down on my hands and knees Begging you please, baby Show me your world Oh, brother Sweetheart I'm feeling so tired Really falling apart It just don't make sense to me I really don't know Why you stick right next to me Wherever I go 'Cause you're my, my, my My kind of woman My, oh, my What a girl You're my, my, my My kind of woman And I'm down on my hands and knees Begging you please, baby Show me your world

She tucks her Paul Mitchell hair under her John Deere cap Hides Victoria's Secret under those jeans She's honest as heaven, she's got a body to match When they talk about perfect, she's what they mean She's my kind of woman She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain When she smile, yeah it's somethin' Loves bigger than life Shes my kind of woman She's a slice of the country, she's Fifth Avenue She loves Jesus and sinners like me She's got the key to my soul wrapped around her finger She's a weekend in Vegas, seven nights a week She's my kind of woman She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain When she smile, yeah it's somethin' Loves bigger than life Shes my kind of woman She's reckless, she's safe The angel God saved for my life Theres a million reasons why She's my kind of woman She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain When she smile, yeah it's somethin' Loves bigger than life Shes my kind of woman She shines like the moment the sun hits the rain When she smile, man it's somethin' Loves bigger than life Shes my kind of woman My kind of woman

(Vince Gill) Vince Gill & Patty Loveless You don't need diamonds or big fancy cars You say you're happy right where you are We're bound together by a little gold band You're my kind of woman, you're my kind of man. Oh, living without you is my only fear You still drive me crazy when I hold you near My body trembles with the touch of your hand You're my kind of woman, you're my kind of man. You're my kind of woman, you're my kind of man A match made in heaven by God's gentle hand I'll love you forever, together we'll stand You're my kind of woman, you're my kind of man. --- Instrumental --- You're my kind of woman, you're my kind of man A match made in heaven by God's gentle hand I'll love you forever, together we'll stand You're my kind of woman, you're my kind of man. You're my kind of woman, and you're my kind of man...

Louis: It seems today, that all you see is violence in movies, and sex on T. V. Peter: But where are those good old-fashioned values, on which we used to rely? Brian: It used to be, a big time star was elegant as Garbo, or Hedy Lamarr. Stewie: But now we get whores like Jenny Lopez, you want to curl up and die. Lucky theres a Family Guy. Lucky theres a man who positively can do all the things that make us- Stewie: Laugh and cry! Hes a Family Guy! Louis: When I was young, the songs were fair, with Mister Johnny Mathis, and Sonny and Cher. Peter: But now we get Justin Timber-homo. Louis: A heartache all gone awry! Brian: The classic films were works of arts, the images were graceful, the stories were smart. Stewie: But now we get Matrix Revolution, Im sorry I know this doesnt rhyme, but what the hell were you Wachowski Brothers thinking?! Lucky theres a family guy, lucky theres a fella, sweeter than vanilla, wholesome as a piece of- Stewie: Apple Pie! Hes a family guy! Lois: His smiles a simple delight. Chris: He lets me see the boobies on the internet sites. Lois: Peter! Meg: He bought me my cute little hat. Brian: Yeah we should have a talk about that. About that! And his hat! Brian: Hes mastered the comedy arts. Stewie: He says, Look out, Hiroshima! Then casually farts. (fart sound effect) Lois: Hes loaded with sexy appeal. Peter: And best of all my titties are real. Have a feel! Brian: No thank you. Stewie: I gave it the office. Lois: The Brady Bunch has got their Mike and pretty Laura Petrie has Dicky Van Dyke. But who around here could fill those loafers? But heres a happy reply. Lucky theres a family guy. Lucky theres a man who positively can do all the thing that make us- Stewie: Laugh and Cry! Hes a Family Guy! Hes a Family Guy!!! Lois: Oh My! Thank you very much! What a welcome. Peter: I am gunna buy each and every one of you a beer after the show. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Im kidding for Christs sake, Im not serious. Thats expensive! Look, just the fact that I came up with the idea should tell you Im generous; I shouldnt actually have to spend any money. Meg: Uh, can we turn the spotlight down a bit? Brian: Yeah, it is a little bright. Stewie: You know Brian, I- I just noticed something. With that light shining on you from that angle, you look a lot like Jamie Farr. Brian: Yeah, youve told me that before and uh, its interesting, because Im thinking you look a lot like Britney Spears. Stewie: Really?! How so? Brian: Well, you- you got that thing going on with your eyes like Britney does. You know where You know how her eyes are just like a hair too far apart? Uh, a- a- almost like there was some immediate post-birth surgery that should have been done but it was the south, so they didnt have the medical technology. Stewie: Oh, I see. Chris: Mom! Lois: Yes honey? Chris: I have a wedgie. Lois: Chris, honey, wait until the intermission. Then you can fix it. Peter: Well, we got a lot of fun stuff lined up here tonight. We got music, we got comedy, we got behind the scenes crap from the show. Lois: Thats right! For example, not a lot of people know this, but in one episode of the show there was a flashback of Brian when he was a puppy. Now, they couldnt find a puppy who looked enough like him, so they actually built a dog suit for the scene, and the actor of inside the suit was Raven- Symoné, who was Olivia on the Cosby show. Brian: Fascinating bit of trivia. Peter: All right, okay, I got one for ya. You know the sound stage where we shoot Family Guy is the same stage where they shot the Golden Girls back in the 80s, right? Now one of the stage hands was telling me a- a pretty intense story. I guess there was one night when they were all ready to shoot, and uh, the audience was waiting. And uh, nobody could find Bea Arthur. So everybodys freaking out and uh, then one of the producers runs in and says Cancel the show tonight. Bea Arthurs in jail! Lois: Oh My God! Peter: Yeah. Apparently she had a little too much to drink before the show and uh, they found her standing on the street corner, exposing her penis to traffic. Brian: Oh My God! Meg: Ew! Thats Disgusting! Peter: Can you believe that? Brian: Wait a minute. How the hell can Bea Arthur have a penis? Peter: Eh, special permit. Stewie: I say, what is it with these actors? Theyre perfectly normal people in civilian life and then they come out to Hollywood and just go fucking berserk. Brian: You gotta watch your language, kid. Stewie: Oh, its a record album for Gods sake. Lets cut loose a bit. Chris: Nipples! Hehe. Stewie: Perfect example. Although I must say I am amazed at the language you can get away with on television these days. I- I was watching Law and Order the other night and I swear to god, I heard someone use the word balls. And I thought to myself, My God, that- that Dick Wolf just does whatever he damn well pleases, doesnt he? Bringing words like balls into Americas living rooms. I wonder how hed like it if I just walked into his living room a- and use the word balls. Brian: Uh I think that would be breaking and entering. Lois: You know, I am so glad they allowed us to bring Stewie this evening. The last show we did we had to leave him at home. They didnt allow babies in the theater. Brian: Well of course. People wanted to be able to enjoy the show Stewie: I am a show you lack-witted beetle head! Ugh! Oh what a night that was. My babysitter was a total bitch. Lois: Stewie! Thats very rude. Especially since your babysitter is here tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Hailey Duff. Hailey Duff: Hi Mr. And Mrs. Griffin Peter: Howre ya, sweetheart? Lois: So was it really that bad babysitting Stewie? Hailey Duff: You want the truth? Well, okay. So after you and Peter left for dinner, I- No. Wait a minute. Lets tell this story right. Please.