Black Moon — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Buck 'em Down
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Paroles
Intro: Buckshot Shorty
Aheh yeah… yeah whattup?
Welcome to flight Black Moon, we about to take you on a journey
Yeah… brothers lookin mad fine everything’s lookin smooth
I’m your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee
We have S-W-N-D on deck
We about to take you about 31,000 feet into the air
We’ll be cruising at a smooth altitude so just buckle up, enjoy your flight
Verse One: Buckshot Shorty
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every individual in sight
Let my man Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God
Aiyyo God hit them brothers with a verse real quick
And show em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik
You know what they say about brothaz who screwface
Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life
I ain’t gonna bull, ask my man Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
Kid it’s hot, word to Ma Duke
and get the loot from the man at night from my Timberland
Buck with the Shot that I bang with hang with
gang hanger with the double-edged banger
Boot Camp Clik’s breakin your laws
If you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws
I’ma bring it to your chest like wind
Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within
But I’ma put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday
Chorus: Buckshot and DJ Evil Dee
Buck em down! (Wind parade)
Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
Buck em down! (Wind parade)
Buck em down, buck em down…
Buck em down! (Wind parade)
Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
Buck em down! (Wind parade)
Buck em down, buck em down…
Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty
Yeah they tell me chill when I kick it Although lyrics is wicked, it’s all about the L’s and how I lick it Or how I shot somebody in the mug
with the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug
You couldn’t tell me other word to mother
When I was fifteen runnin around I was a real street lover
On the corner out shootin the dice
Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist
GQ headin up to one-two-five
Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize
I couldn’t get the time of day when I was Little K Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck?
Buck to your head, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot, cause I take no shorts
Word to the shell around my chest
Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard
Or I’ma hit em up with the plastic
Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty
When I was in school I was the mack
Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact
knapsack, filled with the gear that I G’d
and a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed
A mad little brotha runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shorty’s a bad-ass
but youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last
They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya In the nine-four it’s all about the war
Ninety-give ninety-six Boot Camp Clik is takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn’t wait
To get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state
Now I’m the original head givin instructions
Thumpin with them brothaz Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak, get they s--- ass played
Outro: Buckshot Shorty
Yeah, I like this
Ya know, this is hittin
to the lab, down in Bucktown, hah
I hope you enjoyed your flight
with Black Moon, word
This is how we do on the regular
And umm, please come again
Word, we out
(Wind parade)
Traduction des paroles
Quand j'avais quinze ans j'étais un vrai amoureux de la rue
Sur le coin dehors shootin les dés
Layin up, gettin agréable, talkin bout un hold-up
GQ headin jusqu'à un-deux-cinq
Appuyez sur un shorty lookin en direct sur le prix
Je ne pouvais pas avoir l'Heure de la journée quand j'étais petit K Maintenant vous m'appelez Buck pour que vos lèvres veulent puck?
Buck à votre tête, je connais votre quantité X de pensées
Mais ils m'appellent Buckshot, parce que je ne prends pas de short
Mot à la coquille autour de ma poitrine
Gros jusqu'à tous de Massif rudebwoy pon pont
Alors si tu vois un frangin faible parle à ce salaud
Ou je vais les frapper avec le plastique
Verset Trois: Shorty Buckshot
Quand j'étais à l'école j'étais le mack
Buck a été attaché avec un contact lyrique
sac à dos, rempli de l'équipement que J'avais
et un sac de nickel de * inspirez son*, oui en effet
Un fou petit brotha courir sur eux tous
Voler comme l'enfer, frapper le parc jouer le mur
Et tous les plus âgés disent que Shorty est un mauvais cul
mais tu es un petit frère intelligent donc tu vas durer
Ils savaient le temps, ils savaient que la rime woulda
Je t'ai frappé dans au moins quatre ans, donc je suis venu te diviser dans le Neuf-Quatre c'est tout au sujet de la guerre
Quatre-vingt-dix-donner quatre-vingt-seize Boot Camp Clik est takin plus
En dix-neuf-quatre-vingt-dix-huit, je ne pouvais pas attendre
Pour obtenir tous mes brothaz et faire des spectacles d'état en état
Maintenant je suis la tête d'origine givin instructions
Thumpin avec eux brothaz Beatminerz sur productions
Bienvenue à Bucktown, États-Unis
Où les faibles, obtenir ils s - - - cul joué
Outro: Shorty À La Chevrotine
Ouais, je l'aime
Tu sais, c'est hittin
au labo, à Bucktown, hah
J'espère que vous avez apprécié votre vol
avec la Lune Noire, word
C'est comment nous le faisons à la régulière
Et euh, s'il vous plaît venez à nouveau
Mot, nous avons
(Le vent parade)