311 — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Fat Chance
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Fat Chance » de 311.
Paroles
Na na na na na na
Aw yea I’ve seen the devil and the devil is coke
Not down like that cuz it ain’t a fuckin joke
Trip ther shrooms fantastic
Shit gets drasctic I didn’t believe a word
Can you hear this can you hear in the
Make the music soothin' your system
Come on now, come on now
Hear the beat so sweet I shouldn’t tell you how
Im a freak yall Im a freak yall
Much love to my man
Stan Thomas
Yea you say like what up to our man
Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord
You know I’m ready, yes to rock steady
My name’s not Betty or Teddy, but Nick
And I’m what you might call a heretic
Yes, and I am from Nebraska
My girl is satisfied, you can ask her
You know I’ve never visited Alaska
Huh, where the oil was spilt
That drunken captain should be killed
For polluting the sea, an atrocity
He still walks free, well
This one goes to all the birds that drown
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Just fuck the bullshit and get with it It’s time to throw down and so I said it words of Wisdom that will keep you guessing cause
I’m tired of laying and I’m tired of messing around
With all those suckers
Yes, those stupid mother fuckers
Who put down what we do We stand alone with the group that’s new
If I was a dwarf, I’d surely be Dopey
I’m a stone wheat thin you can not culture
Kick in the teeth a condescending frown
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Yeah, right about now I’d like to turn the mic over to my man
SA Martinez
I am sly in the mix I am the mix master
Death and destructor, lyric conductor
Rollin with the rhythm of the rhyme I’m rollin
Tim, he leads giutar, he's got the jets
Now the b-boys rockin breakin' moves on the floor
311'S stepping out and you’re yellin for more
I’m hoping, I’m poetry in motion
When I fire I spray
P-Nut, the bass drum is booming
And in your mouth the rhythm is booming
P to the N to the U to the T Just fuck the has-been's and their stupid-ass rambling
Brothers saying bullshit you can’t come through with
Do it in the basement no complacence
It’s time to kick the fuck in Begin to win no sin and then
Share it, declare it in the public domain
I’d be perfectly glad if rap was a fad but it’s not
So I’d thought I’d come out with a shot
Super dumb lyrics make you think I’m a clown
I don’t give a fuck it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it’s time to throw down
That’s right, knockin' them down
Nineties, all of that
Traduction des paroles
Maintenant, les B-boys rockin breakin ' se déplace sur le sol
311 sort et vous hurlez pour plus
J'espère, je suis la poésie en mouvement
Quand je tire je pulvérise
P-Nut, la grosse caisse est en plein essor
Et dans votre bouche le rythme est en plein essor
P à la N à la U à la t juste baiser les has-been et leur stupide-cul de randonnée
Mes frères disent des conneries que vous ne pouvez pas faire
Faites le au sous sol Pas de complaisance
Il est temps de botter la Baise Dans commencer à gagner Pas de péché et puis
Partagez - le, déclarez-le dans le domaine public
Je serais parfaitement content si le rap était une mode mais ce n'est pas le cas
Alors j'ai pensé que je sortirais avec un coup de feu
Les paroles Super stupides vous font penser que je suis un clown
Je ne donne pas une baise, il est temps de jeter
Putain les conneries il est temps de jeter vers le bas
Putain les conneries il est temps de jeter vers le bas
Putain les conneries il est temps de jeter vers le bas
C'est vrai, knockin' vers le bas
Des années nonante, tout ça