Ace Hood — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Kush
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Kush » de Ace Hood.
Paroles
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Now this that puff puff pass shit
That Cheech and Chong glass shit
Blunts to the head, kush spillin' no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as fucking malasis
Probably won’t pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask him bitches, bout «how I be smokin' out»
Party all night, yea its goin' down
Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff
O yea we smokin' all night
Yea puff puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me cuz I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it
Still I am
Tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am
Backthrow, back still, I have a pound in my backpack
Next to where the swishas at, smokin' presidential
Got some bubba, I give me that
Need it for my cataracts
Four hoes, and I’m the pimp, in my Cadillac
You can tell them Cali back
Matter fact, they a know, this aint Dro
Get a whiff of that
No it aint no seeds in my sack
You aint never gottta ask dawg
What he smokin' on?
Shit kush till my mind gone
What you think I’m on
Eyes low, I’m blown
High as a muthafucka, aint no question bout it
Niggas say smoke me out, yea I really doubt it
I’m Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded
So If you want it
You know yo nigga homie,
You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me cuz I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
We get that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo ass choke
Hold up wait a minute
You can go put it back
Cuz what you got in yo sack boy, it aint that
Aint that Kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo ass choke
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
Niggas put my face on the milk carton, take the shit off
Cause I’ve been home with the kids instead of breaking shit off
I’m asthmatic, aftermath-matic, Dre want me in the booth
The room better be padded cause I’m Loko
Psychotic, six hundred wide body
Lost a couple mill last year, but why cry about it
Westside got a nigga back so I throw my dubs up,
Never leave without my strap, it’s like that
Got palm tree’s, we comin' through on three’s
The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H nigga we got a army
Aftermath general, one love to fifty
Aint seen him in a minute yo, used to be my nigga yo
Money changed niggas, but we the same niggas
Add fuel to the fire, that makes the flame bigger
But sometimes ego’s clash with dessert eagles
And I stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (compton)
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
Traduction des paroles
Je suis Bob Marley réincarné, tellement fané
Donc si vous le voulez
Tu sais yo mec,
Vous pouvez le mettre dans un zag ou contondant et obtenir émoussé
Inspirez, expirez, inspirez, expirez
Je sais que vous tryna get high
Genre de merde qui t'a penchée sur le côté
Faites la travailler pour ce suicide
Holla à moi parce que je l'ai eu toute la journée
Pas besoin de voler à la Jamaïque
Quartier ganja, nous pouvons obtenir la même chose
Vous voulez cette bom Bom biggy, holla à mon niggi ici à Los Angeles
Inspirez, expirez, inspirez, expirez
Nous obtenons que kush, nous soufflons sur la meilleure fumée
Inspirez lent, pas de starter
Faire yo cul starter
Hold up attendez une minute
Tu peux aller le remettre
Parce que ce que vous avez dans yo sac garçon, il n'est pas que
Aint que Kush, Nous souffler sur la meilleure fumée
Inspirez lent, pas de starter
Faire yo cul starter
(Inspirez, expirez, inspirez, expirez)
Niggas mettre mon visage sur le carton de lait, enlever la merde
Parce que j'ai été à la maison avec les enfants au lieu de casser la merde
Je suis asthmatique, aftermath-matic, Dre me veux dans la cabine
La chambre doit être rembourrée parce que je suis Loko
Psychotique, six cents corps large
Perdu un moulin couple l'année dernière, mais pourquoi pleurer à ce sujet
Westside a eu un mec de retour alors je jette mes dubs up,
Ne pars jamais sans ma sangle, c'est comme ça
On a des palmiers, on passe à trois
Le A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H mec on a une armée
Lendemain générale, un amour à cinquante
Aint vu dans une minute yo, utilisé pour être mon nigga yo
L'argent a changé niggas, mais nous les mêmes niggas
Ajouter du carburant au feu, qui rend la flamme plus grande
Mais parfois le choc de l'ego avec des aigles de dessert
Et je suis resté fidèle à la ville où la mauvaise herbe pousse (compton)
(Inspirez, expirez, inspirez, expirez)