Vid Post - Ça Fait Mal | Starships (Double Feature)
As 
idriya put it, this is the double feature of Vids of Pretty Movies You Probably Haven't Seen. For the record, I enjoyed both Banlieue 13 movies, and I also enjoyed John Carter - even more than I was expecting to based on nostalgia for the books alone. (They made Dejah Thoris a science nerd! YESPLS. She is the best.) But anyway!
Title: Ça Fait Mal
Fandom: Banlieue 13/B13: Ultimatum
Song: Ça Fait Mal, by La Fouine
Length/Size: 3:46/52.4 MB
Content Notes: Ensemble, both movies. Violence consistent with the source (PG-13? More showy than explicit).
Summary: T'inquiète; je gère. Don't worry; I got it.
Links: Streaming @ Vimeo | @ AO3; download @ Mediafire.
Streaming and lyrics (in French and in English) below the cut. The translation was done by me and Google; I've tried to translate faithfully, but have sometimes erred on the side of brevity or essence rather than exactitude - and have asterisked out slurs. Also, I'm not Francophone, and slang is tough! Please let me know if you spot any mistakes, and I'll make corrections ASAP.
Vid password: faitmal. (I won't make you type a ç.)
Français | English
Yeah, ma putain de banlieue sale a trop la cote
On braque, on deale et tes petits trouvent ça à la mode
Pour les potes j'ai toujours deux, trois tass' dans mon bolide
Pour les jaloux, toujours deux, trois balles dans mon brolic
Le casque, une bécane, négro, ça peut s'terminer là
J'suis trop loin, j'suis sponsorisé par la NASA
Toujours opé, dans la rue les keufs, les tass' me matent
Négro, j'défonce, j'ai le flow coupé au bicarbonate
Les jaloux parlent trop, voudront jamais s'taire
Alors, c'est la chatte, de la chatte, à la chatte
Dangereuse est ma banlieue, mais t'inquiète, je gère
Dans le 7.8. on coule à force de manger des pierres
Quand y'a embrouille les baltringues se chient dessus
A Trappes, on a des guns, nique sa mère le jiu-jitsu
Eh, on vous fuck, on vous fuck
J'm'en bats les couilles, j'prends mon bif, bientôt j'me balade en Royal Air Force
Ton meilleur pote t'a boucave - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Ils sont six, t'es dans la cave - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Quand les keufs te soulèvent - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Il t'en reste un peu sur les lèvres - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Nouvel album dans les bacs - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Il est lourd, il met des claques - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
T'es arrivant, j'suis libérable - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Le champagne est sur la table - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Ça fait mal a la tête chanmé, les zoulous prennent place
Ma bite et mon gun sont astiqués par une putain d'tass'
Du haut d'mon building, j'crache un molard sur le rap français
Toujours pas tombé, ça fait une heure que j'ai craché, yeah
On dit vaut mieux être seul que mal accompagné
Moi perso j'préfère être au tel ou avec un bon 95B
J'suis dans son couloir, j'ai pris l'pouvoir sans l'vouloir
Balance des putains d'lyrics d'album
Te laisse des mixtapes comme pourboire, yeah
Les muros d'Trappes, on su remonter la pente
J'pose des putain d'tueries ces MC posent des mains courantes
J'ai j'ai j'ai j'ai tout c'qui faut pour t'faire planer
Ton corps est a Trappes, ton cerveau dans l'Nord-Pas de Calais
Yeah, et monte les watts, monte les watts
Putain, c'est dingue, ma bite est propre depuis qu'ta meufe sort en boite
On peut glisser au V.I.P, demande à Jean-Roch
Nique la France, nique les States
Bientôt j'me barre en Royal Air Maroc
Ton meilleur pote t'a boucave - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Ils sont six, t'es dans la cave - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Quand les keufs te soulèvent - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Il t'en reste un peu sur les lèvres - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Nouvel album dans les bacs - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Il est lourd, il met des claques - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
T'es arrivant, j'suis libérable - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Le champagne est sur la table - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Dans une cage d'escalier on peut le faire
On peut finir a l'hotel
S'il y a plus d'place, sa mère
Il reste ma banquette arrière
Il reste ma banquette arrière
Il reste ma banlieue ouest
Dans une cage d'escalier on peut le faire
On peut finir a l'hotel
S'il y a plus d'place, sa mère
Il reste ma banquette arrière
Il reste ma banquette arrière
Il reste ma banlieue ouest
Ça fait mal, ça fait mal
(quoi d'neuf, Fouiny, baby?)
Ça ça ça fait mal, ça fait mal
(ça fait mal, frère)
T-R-A-deux-P-E-S
Ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Ça ça ça fait mal, ça fait mal
(yeah, yeah, quoi d'neuf, Fouiny, baby?)
Yeah, my ghetto wh***'s too popular
We turn, we deal, and these kids think it's stylin'
For the pals I've always got two, three b****es in my ride
For the haters, always two, three bullets in my slide
A helmet, a bike, n****, you get the idea
I'm so high, I'm sponsored by NASA
Always on, in the street the cops and b****es always watching
N****, I'm stoned, my flow's cut with bicarbonate
Haters talk too much, never want to shut up
So there's pussy, some pussy, with some pussy
My hood's dangerous, but don't worry, I got it
In the 7.8, it pours like we eat rocks
Soon as there's trouble, these losers shit their pants
In Trappes, we got guns, fuck your fucking jiu-jitsu
Yeah, we'll fuck you up, we'll fuck you up
I give a fuck, I eat my beef, soon I'll be in the Royal Air Force
Your best friend turns you in - it hurts, it hurts
Six of them, they got you cornered - it hurts, it hurts
When the cops pick you up - it hurts, it hurts
There's still a little on your lips - it hurts, it hurts
New album in the trash - it hurts, it hurts
He's heavy, he likes to slap - it hurts, it hurts
You're coming in, I'm nearly out - it hurts, it hurts
The champagne is on the table - it hurts, it hurts
It's a hell of a headache, these thugs trying to move up
My dick and my gun are polished by a fucking b****
From the top of my building, I spit a fat wad on French rap
Still ain't fallen and it's been an hour since I spat it, yeah
They say it's better to go alone than in bad company
Me personally, I like it bad, or at least with decent tits
I'm in his lane, I got the power without even trying
A balance of fucking album lyrics
Leaving you mixtapes for a tip, yeah
The walls of Trappes, we know how to get back on our feet
I got fucking murders, these MCs got incident reports
I I I I got everything it takes to make you soar
Your body's in Trappes, your head's in Nord-Pas de Calais
Yeah, and turn it up, turn it up
Fucker, this is crazy, my dick's been clean since your woman was in the club
You can slip in with the VIPs, ask Jean-Roch
Fuck France, fuck the States
Soon I'll go into the Royal Air Force of Morocco
Your best friend turns you in - it hurts, it hurts
Six of them, they got you cornered - it hurts, it hurts
When the cops pick you up - it hurts, it hurts
There's still a little on your lips - it hurts, it hurts
New album in the trash - it hurts, it hurts
He's heavy, he likes to slap - it hurts, it hurts
You're coming in, I'm nearly out - it hurts, it hurts
The champagne is on the table - it hurts, it hurts
We can do it in a stairwell
Finish at the hotel
If there's space, her mother, too
There's always my back seat
There's always my back seat
There's always my west hood
We can do it in a stairwell
Finish at the hotel
If there's space, her mother, too
There's always my back seat
There's always my back seat
There's always my west hood
It hurts, it hurts
(What's new, Fouiny, baby?)
It it it hurts, it hurts
It hurts, brother
T-R-A-double-P-E-S
It hurts, it hurts
It it it hurts, it hurts
(Yeah, yeah, what's new, Fouiny, baby?)
Back to Français | English
Title: Starships
Fandom: John Carter
Song: Starships, by Nicki Minaj
Length/Size: 3:31/48.4 MB
Content Notes: The movie, in three and a half minutes. Violence consistent with the source (PG-13? A lot of blue blood packets flying around, but no real gore). This is vidded to the explicit version of the song.
Summary: Touch the sky.
Links: Streaming @ Vimeo | @ AO3; download @ Mediafire. Embed and lyrics below the cut. Vid password: starships.
Let's go to the beach-each, let's go get a wave.
They say - what they gonna say?
Have a drink - clink - found the Bud Light.
Bad b****es like me is hard to come by.
The Patrón-ón - let's go get it on.
The zone-one - yes, I'm in the zone.
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip.
I'mma blow all my money, and don't give two shits.
I'm on the floor, floor, I love to dance.
So give me more, more, 'til I can't stand.
Get on the floor, floor, like it's your last chance.
If you want more, more, then here I am.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Can't stop, 'cause we're so high.
Let's do this one more time.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Let's do this one last time.
Can't stop - we're higher than a motherfucker-
We're higher than a motherfucker -
we're higher than a motherfucker.
Jump in the hoop-de-hoop-de-hoop, I own that.
And I ain't payin' my rent this month, I owe that.
But fuck who you want and fuck who you like;
dance all night, there's no end in sight.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star-
Now, everybody, let me hear you say ray-ray-ray,
and spend all your money, 'cause today payday.
And if you a g, you a g-g-g.
My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki.
Get on the floor, floor, like it's your last chance.
If you want more, more, then here I am.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Can't stop, 'cause we're so high.
Let's do this one more time.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Let's do this one last time.
Can't stop - we're higher than a motherfucker-
We're higher than a motherfucker -
we're higher than a motherfucker.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Can't stop, 'cause we're so high.
Let's do this one more time.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Let's do this one last time.
Can't stop - we're higher than a motherfucker-
We're higher than a motherfucker -
we're higher than a motherfucker.
[crossposted; original at Dreamwidth]
idriya put it, this is the double feature of Vids of Pretty Movies You Probably Haven't Seen. For the record, I enjoyed both Banlieue 13 movies, and I also enjoyed John Carter - even more than I was expecting to based on nostalgia for the books alone. (They made Dejah Thoris a science nerd! YESPLS. She is the best.) But anyway!
Title: Ça Fait Mal
Fandom: Banlieue 13/B13: Ultimatum
Song: Ça Fait Mal, by La Fouine
Length/Size: 3:46/52.4 MB
Content Notes: Ensemble, both movies. Violence consistent with the source (PG-13? More showy than explicit).
Summary: T'inquiète; je gère. Don't worry; I got it.
Links: Streaming @ Vimeo | @ AO3; download @ Mediafire.
Streaming and lyrics (in French and in English) below the cut. The translation was done by me and Google; I've tried to translate faithfully, but have sometimes erred on the side of brevity or essence rather than exactitude - and have asterisked out slurs. Also, I'm not Francophone, and slang is tough! Please let me know if you spot any mistakes, and I'll make corrections ASAP.
Vid password: faitmal. (I won't make you type a ç.)
Français | English
Yeah, ma putain de banlieue sale a trop la cote
On braque, on deale et tes petits trouvent ça à la mode
Pour les potes j'ai toujours deux, trois tass' dans mon bolide
Pour les jaloux, toujours deux, trois balles dans mon brolic
Le casque, une bécane, négro, ça peut s'terminer là
J'suis trop loin, j'suis sponsorisé par la NASA
Toujours opé, dans la rue les keufs, les tass' me matent
Négro, j'défonce, j'ai le flow coupé au bicarbonate
Les jaloux parlent trop, voudront jamais s'taire
Alors, c'est la chatte, de la chatte, à la chatte
Dangereuse est ma banlieue, mais t'inquiète, je gère
Dans le 7.8. on coule à force de manger des pierres
Quand y'a embrouille les baltringues se chient dessus
A Trappes, on a des guns, nique sa mère le jiu-jitsu
Eh, on vous fuck, on vous fuck
J'm'en bats les couilles, j'prends mon bif, bientôt j'me balade en Royal Air Force
Ton meilleur pote t'a boucave - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Ils sont six, t'es dans la cave - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Quand les keufs te soulèvent - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Il t'en reste un peu sur les lèvres - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Nouvel album dans les bacs - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Il est lourd, il met des claques - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
T'es arrivant, j'suis libérable - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Le champagne est sur la table - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Ça fait mal a la tête chanmé, les zoulous prennent place
Ma bite et mon gun sont astiqués par une putain d'tass'
Du haut d'mon building, j'crache un molard sur le rap français
Toujours pas tombé, ça fait une heure que j'ai craché, yeah
On dit vaut mieux être seul que mal accompagné
Moi perso j'préfère être au tel ou avec un bon 95B
J'suis dans son couloir, j'ai pris l'pouvoir sans l'vouloir
Balance des putains d'lyrics d'album
Te laisse des mixtapes comme pourboire, yeah
Les muros d'Trappes, on su remonter la pente
J'pose des putain d'tueries ces MC posent des mains courantes
J'ai j'ai j'ai j'ai tout c'qui faut pour t'faire planer
Ton corps est a Trappes, ton cerveau dans l'Nord-Pas de Calais
Yeah, et monte les watts, monte les watts
Putain, c'est dingue, ma bite est propre depuis qu'ta meufe sort en boite
On peut glisser au V.I.P, demande à Jean-Roch
Nique la France, nique les States
Bientôt j'me barre en Royal Air Maroc
Ton meilleur pote t'a boucave - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Ils sont six, t'es dans la cave - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Quand les keufs te soulèvent - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Il t'en reste un peu sur les lèvres - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Nouvel album dans les bacs - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Il est lourd, il met des claques - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
T'es arrivant, j'suis libérable - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Le champagne est sur la table - ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Dans une cage d'escalier on peut le faire
On peut finir a l'hotel
S'il y a plus d'place, sa mère
Il reste ma banquette arrière
Il reste ma banquette arrière
Il reste ma banlieue ouest
Dans une cage d'escalier on peut le faire
On peut finir a l'hotel
S'il y a plus d'place, sa mère
Il reste ma banquette arrière
Il reste ma banquette arrière
Il reste ma banlieue ouest
Ça fait mal, ça fait mal
(quoi d'neuf, Fouiny, baby?)
Ça ça ça fait mal, ça fait mal
(ça fait mal, frère)
T-R-A-deux-P-E-S
Ça fait mal, ça fait mal
Ça ça ça fait mal, ça fait mal
(yeah, yeah, quoi d'neuf, Fouiny, baby?)
Yeah, my ghetto wh***'s too popular
We turn, we deal, and these kids think it's stylin'
For the pals I've always got two, three b****es in my ride
For the haters, always two, three bullets in my slide
A helmet, a bike, n****, you get the idea
I'm so high, I'm sponsored by NASA
Always on, in the street the cops and b****es always watching
N****, I'm stoned, my flow's cut with bicarbonate
Haters talk too much, never want to shut up
So there's pussy, some pussy, with some pussy
My hood's dangerous, but don't worry, I got it
In the 7.8, it pours like we eat rocks
Soon as there's trouble, these losers shit their pants
In Trappes, we got guns, fuck your fucking jiu-jitsu
Yeah, we'll fuck you up, we'll fuck you up
I give a fuck, I eat my beef, soon I'll be in the Royal Air Force
Your best friend turns you in - it hurts, it hurts
Six of them, they got you cornered - it hurts, it hurts
When the cops pick you up - it hurts, it hurts
There's still a little on your lips - it hurts, it hurts
New album in the trash - it hurts, it hurts
He's heavy, he likes to slap - it hurts, it hurts
You're coming in, I'm nearly out - it hurts, it hurts
The champagne is on the table - it hurts, it hurts
It's a hell of a headache, these thugs trying to move up
My dick and my gun are polished by a fucking b****
From the top of my building, I spit a fat wad on French rap
Still ain't fallen and it's been an hour since I spat it, yeah
They say it's better to go alone than in bad company
Me personally, I like it bad, or at least with decent tits
I'm in his lane, I got the power without even trying
A balance of fucking album lyrics
Leaving you mixtapes for a tip, yeah
The walls of Trappes, we know how to get back on our feet
I got fucking murders, these MCs got incident reports
I I I I got everything it takes to make you soar
Your body's in Trappes, your head's in Nord-Pas de Calais
Yeah, and turn it up, turn it up
Fucker, this is crazy, my dick's been clean since your woman was in the club
You can slip in with the VIPs, ask Jean-Roch
Fuck France, fuck the States
Soon I'll go into the Royal Air Force of Morocco
Your best friend turns you in - it hurts, it hurts
Six of them, they got you cornered - it hurts, it hurts
When the cops pick you up - it hurts, it hurts
There's still a little on your lips - it hurts, it hurts
New album in the trash - it hurts, it hurts
He's heavy, he likes to slap - it hurts, it hurts
You're coming in, I'm nearly out - it hurts, it hurts
The champagne is on the table - it hurts, it hurts
We can do it in a stairwell
Finish at the hotel
If there's space, her mother, too
There's always my back seat
There's always my back seat
There's always my west hood
We can do it in a stairwell
Finish at the hotel
If there's space, her mother, too
There's always my back seat
There's always my back seat
There's always my west hood
It hurts, it hurts
(What's new, Fouiny, baby?)
It it it hurts, it hurts
It hurts, brother
T-R-A-double-P-E-S
It hurts, it hurts
It it it hurts, it hurts
(Yeah, yeah, what's new, Fouiny, baby?)
Back to Français | English
Title: Starships
Fandom: John Carter
Song: Starships, by Nicki Minaj
Length/Size: 3:31/48.4 MB
Content Notes: The movie, in three and a half minutes. Violence consistent with the source (PG-13? A lot of blue blood packets flying around, but no real gore). This is vidded to the explicit version of the song.
Summary: Touch the sky.
Links: Streaming @ Vimeo | @ AO3; download @ Mediafire. Embed and lyrics below the cut. Vid password: starships.
Let's go to the beach-each, let's go get a wave.
They say - what they gonna say?
Have a drink - clink - found the Bud Light.
Bad b****es like me is hard to come by.
The Patrón-ón - let's go get it on.
The zone-one - yes, I'm in the zone.
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip.
I'mma blow all my money, and don't give two shits.
I'm on the floor, floor, I love to dance.
So give me more, more, 'til I can't stand.
Get on the floor, floor, like it's your last chance.
If you want more, more, then here I am.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Can't stop, 'cause we're so high.
Let's do this one more time.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Let's do this one last time.
Can't stop - we're higher than a motherfucker-
We're higher than a motherfucker -
we're higher than a motherfucker.
Jump in the hoop-de-hoop-de-hoop, I own that.
And I ain't payin' my rent this month, I owe that.
But fuck who you want and fuck who you like;
dance all night, there's no end in sight.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star-
Now, everybody, let me hear you say ray-ray-ray,
and spend all your money, 'cause today payday.
And if you a g, you a g-g-g.
My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki.
Get on the floor, floor, like it's your last chance.
If you want more, more, then here I am.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Can't stop, 'cause we're so high.
Let's do this one more time.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Let's do this one last time.
Can't stop - we're higher than a motherfucker-
We're higher than a motherfucker -
we're higher than a motherfucker.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Can't stop, 'cause we're so high.
Let's do this one more time.
Starships were meant to fly,
hands up, and touch the sky.
Let's do this one last time.
Can't stop - we're higher than a motherfucker-
We're higher than a motherfucker -
we're higher than a motherfucker.
[crossposted; original at Dreamwidth]