"Gizoogle" Bon Jovi songs.

Thought this might lighten up the mood around here.

I was shown this website www.gizoogle.net which takes what you search into Google, and translates it into gang speak. What you do is, type in a song like "Bon Jovi what do you got" and click on a lyric site, and then paste the lyrics as a post in this thread.

Some lyric sites don't work with Gizoogle, so just hit back and try a different result. It also gives results to sites like "Wikipizzle" that are also fun.

I did an example, using "What Do You Got?" and came up with this:

"What Do Yo Ass Got, Biatch?" by Bon Jovi

All Y'all wants something, just a lil more
We're makin' a living, n' what tha **** our slick asses livin' for
A rich playa or a skanky man, a pawn or a mackdaddy
Yo ass can live on tha street, you can rule tha whole ghetto
But you don't mean one damn thang

[Chorus]
What do you got, if you ain't gots love
Whatever you got, it just ain't enough
Yo ass is struttin' tha road yo, but yo ass is goin' nowhere
Yo ass is tryin' ta find yo' way home yo, but therez no one there
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha **** do you hold, up in tha dark of night
Yo ass wanna give up yo, but itz worth tha fight
Yo ass have all tha thangs, dat you've been dreamin' of

If you ain't gots one of mah thugs, yo ass be afraid ta lose
All Y'all needz just one, one of mah thugs ta tell dem tha truth
Maybe I be a thugged-out dreamer yo, but I still believe
I believe up in hope, I believe tha chizzle can git our asses off our knees

[Chorus]

If you ain't gots love, itz all just keepin score
If you ain't gots love, what tha **** tha hell our phat asses bustin it for

I don't wanna have ta rap bout it
How tha **** nuff joints you gotta rap bout it
How tha **** long you gonna live without it
Why do one of mah thugs somewhere have ta doubt it
Somedizzle yo dirty ass is gonna figure it out

[Chorus]

If you ain't gots love, itz all just keepin score
If you ain't gots love, what tha **** tha hell our phat asses doin' it for
Woah, I ain't got, if you ain't got
What do you gots if you ain't gots love
What do you gots if you ain't gots love
What do you gots if you ain't gots

It also changes Wikipedia articles into "Wikipizzle" articles. Here is one about the Because We Can tour:
http://www.gizoogle.net/xfer.php?lin...lSJsrv6jhkLLlA

"Because Our thugged-out asses Can : Da Tour is ghon be tha straight-up original gangsta time up in tha bandz 30 year history dat they is ghon be visitin Bulgaria n' Poland."

I liked this link when it turned your tweets gangster too

It really turns Thank You For Loving Me into a sweet ballad:

LOOOOOOL highlight of my day.

http://www.gizoogle.net/xfer.php?lin...Fmv-AIyF9nYTaw

Bon Jovi Wikipedia Article (in Gizoogle)

can't stop laughing at the article for BWC Tour especially with how it translated Who Says.

I don't think i'll a better laugh than this today. Fantastic

Translation of Wanted:

It aint nuthin but all tha same, only tha names will chizzle
Everydizzle it seems we wastin away
Another place where tha faces is so cold
I'd drive all night just ta git back home

I be a cold-ass lil cowboy, on a steel cow I ride
I be wanted dead or kickin it
Wanted dead or kickin it

Sometimes I chill, sometimes it aint fo' days
And tha playas I hook up always go they separate ways
Sometimes you tell tha day
By tha forty dat you drink
And times when yo ass is ridin' solo all you do is think

I be a cold-ass lil cowboy, on a steel cow I ride
I be wanted (wanted) dead or kickin it
Wanted (wanted) dead or kickin it

Oh! And I ride!

I be A cowboy, on a steel cow I ride
I be wanted (wanted) Dead or kickin it

Now I strutt these streets, dis six strang up in mah hand
Still playin' fo' keeps, 'same oldschool me same oldschool band,
I been everywhere, n' I be standin tall
Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I peeped a mazillion faces (seen a wack lot of faces)

I be a cold-ass lil cowboy, on a steel cow I ride
I be wanted (wanted) dead or kickin it
I be a cold-ass lil cowboy, I gots tha night on mah side
I be wanted (wanted) dead or kickin it
And I ride, dead or kickin it
I still drive, dead or kickin it
Dead or kickin it [x4]

Prayer:

Back up in tha day
Not so long ago

Tommy used ta work on tha docks
Unions been on strike
Dude straight down on his ****in luck... itz tough, so tough
Gina works tha diner all day
Workin fo' her man, da hoe brangs home her pay
For ludd - fo' love

Bitch says we've gots ta hold on ta what tha **** we've got
Cause it don't cook up a thugged-out difference
If we make it or not
We've gots each other n' thatz a lot
For ludd - well give it a shot

Chorus:
Whooah, our crazy asses half way there
Livin on a prayer
Take mah hand n' we'll make it - I swear
Livin on a prayer

Tommyz gots his six strang up in hock
Now he be straight holdin up in what tha **** he used
To make it rap - so tough, itz tough
Gina tripz of hustlin away
When dat thugged-out biiiatch cries up in tha night
Tommy whispers baby itz aiiight, someday

We've gots ta hold on ta what tha **** we've got
Cause it don't cook up a thugged-out difference
If we make it or not
We've gots each other n' thatz a lot
For ludd - well give it a shot

Chorus

We've gots ta hold on locked n loaded or not
Yo ass live fo' tha fight when itz all dat you've gots

But this takes the cake:

Sittin here wasted n' wounded
At dis oldschool piano
Tryin hard ta capture
Da moment dis mornin I don't give a ****
'Cause a funky-ass forty of vodka
Is still lodged up in mah head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I be thinkin dat her ass is still up in mah bed
As I trip bout pornos
They won't make of me when I be dead
With a ironclad fist I raise up and
French lick tha morning
While some marchin crew keeps
Its own beat up in mah head
While we rappin'
Bout all of tha thangs dat I long ta believe
Bout ludd n' tha truth and
What you mean ta me
And tha truth is baby yo ass be all dat I need
I wanna lay you down up in a funky-ass bed of roses
For tonite I chill on a funky-ass bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as tha Holy Pimp is
And lay you down on a funky-ass bed of roses
Well I be soopa-doopa far away
That each step dat I take is on mah way home
A mackdaddyz ransom up in dimes I'd given each night
Just ta peep all up in dis payphone
Still I run outta time
Or itz hard ta git through
Till tha bird on tha wire flies me back ta you
I be bout ta just close mah eyes n' whisper,
Baby blind ludd is true
I wanna lay you down up in a funky-ass bed of roses
For tonite I chill on a funky-ass bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as tha Holy Pimp is
And lay you down on a funky-ass bed of roses
Da hotel bar hangover whiskeyz gone dry
Da barkeeperz wigz crooked
And her ass is givin me tha eye
I might have holla'd yeah
But I laughed so hard I be thinkin I died
Now as you close yo' eyes
Know I be bout ta be thankin bout you
While mah mistress dat thugged-out biiiatch calls me
To stand up in her spotlight again
Tonite I won't be alone
But you know dat don't
Mean I aint lonely Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I gots not a god damn thang ta prove
For itz you dat I'd take a thugged-out dirtnap ta defend
I wanna lay you down up in a funky-ass bed of roses
For tonite I chill on a funky-ass bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as tha Holy Pimp is
And lay you down on a funky-ass bed of roses