D-12 — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Get My Gun
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Get My Gun » de D-12.
Paroles
I’m gonna get my gun!
This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
I got something for his ass.
Calm Down
No YOU Calm Down!
Man.. what’s you’re problem?
Fuck that! The motherfucker want’s to pop shit to me?!
Man, he wasn’t poppin' shit.
You heard him he was poppin' them shit
What shit?
That shit! You heard him!
He asked for your autograph!
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a *****
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I’ll be severin' heads, i’m in everyones nightmare
A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the *****s that’ll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with you’re motherfucking tough talk, you’re soft
Get you’re balls blew off, from a sawdof, Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall, what you like the navy when i’m angry
You’ll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle’s will eat threw people
When I see you i’mma heat you’re beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and..
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker’s poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i’ll be right back
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain’t disrespecting me like that
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain’t know that I’m strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
I’M GONNA GET MY GUN!
I bring it to *****s looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I’ll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming «that *****'s bluffin'»
I cuff my nuts while cussing «don't trust him»
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My Nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you’re neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq’s free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I’m doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and. . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
My whole outfit count clips
Get you’re house lit the fuck up You’re spouse shit, and you’re mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you’re skin
I’m in love with the sin, tell Bugz i’mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you’re friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain’t going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I’m a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you’re lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you’re life out
Bullets know at you’re ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips…(I'M GONNA GET MY…)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don’t know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
.. .Fucking.. . I don’t told this motherfucker..
Wassup bitch?! Autograph this!. .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I’m trying to pull the trigger but its stuck… FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up… UGH!
C’mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot…
AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch?! say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don’t play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or…(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it’s a shame i’m to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like. ..
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they «Ra', Ra', Ra'»
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn’t we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
?But get seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain’t nothing to play with!
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo’s aint ready
Picture’s of my dog and my family reunion
It’s been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey «Kate"do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That’s why I don’t be fucking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn’t let him
I’m ready to blow this bitches brains out
I’m nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it.. .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked
Traduction des paroles
Je rassemble Runyan, Dave, Wood et Nico
Mon Nigga Big I et Mal 'lettin' le coup de chaleur
La chaleur de sommeil houes obtenu dans vous êtes neepo
Parce que tu continues à me tirer dessus et à manquer comme les lancers francs de Shaq
Tu dois t'approcher un peu si tu veux essayer
Pistolet fouet un soldat, avec un missle sur ses épaules
Vous pouvez plier ou souffler ya ' maison de brique dans quelques petits rochers
Un vieux taxi grimey vous laissera avec une petite odeur
Je suis doggish, tu te sens grenouille, tu sautes salope
Ma voiture est juste en face de la garce de la rue et. . (JE SUIS GONNA GET MY GUN!)
Toute ma tenue compte clips
Obtenez vous êtes Maison allumée la merde vous êtes conjoint Merde, et vous êtes clip de souris
Betta ' regarder miscountliss, limaces imma envoyer
Regardez vous creux quand les pointes creuses vont jeté vous êtes la peau
Je suis amoureux du péché, dis à Bugz que je vais le voir
Quand je coq retour pourrait mettre la porte sur vous êtes amis
Fais une course, dois-le, buste une limace sur son menton
C'était comme la drogue de Kim
Je suis une icône psychopathe, une bombe puissante
Un oeil plein de couvercle quand je vous allume
Avec un nettoyeur de rue, whipe vous êtes la vie
Les balles savent à vos oreilles, comme un combat de Tyson
Baise le poids de la nuit, des armes à feu, des clips...(je vais obtenir mon…)
Fuck que l'exécution de salope!
Frapper les rues des pourparlers, chumps ne sais pas moi
?Aint pas probablement être à la maison lonley?
Les connards doivent toujours venir me voir avec des conneries!
.. .Putain.. . Je ne le dis pas à cet enculé..
Wassup salope?! Autographe de ce!. .oh merde
(JE SUIS GONNA GET MY GUN!)
J'essaie d'appuyer sur la gâchette mais c'est coincé... putain!
Ma merde est tout coincé... POUAH!
Allez vous sucer la bite, bon à rien, putain de merde de mère, tire…
AH!
Ouais! salope de wattup?! dire que de la merde encore une fois!
A tiré la balle manquée, a frappé une brique, a rebondi, a ricoché dans son tibia
Je suis allé jeter sa chienne sur le chemin du retour, frapper son ami
Payback homie, ne joue pas cette merde est spin
Je t'ai dit de laisser cette merde tranquille