D-Shot — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Outta Control
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Paroles
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good location
My scratch is smellin sour and it’s stinkin
Got a nigga seriously thinkin
«How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?»
Minimum wage flippin patties — nope
I’d rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men — that’s what they told me
And I’ll break you off somethin suitable
Brought you a key of crack quicker than?
? recoupable
? future black and beautiful
My partners used to be plucked and ugly
Hangin around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me
Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E
I spits the shit from the T-O-P
It’s me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin. mud
Fuck you niggas, you think I sell my soul
But I’m way too cold, motherfucker!
Chorus: LeVitti
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of, a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
Of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I’m havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take
Notes from a big ol'? pimp, pretty much established
Livin out of hand lavish
Throwin parties?
With big time folks makin big time cabbage
Become a savage, get swoll by ones
Twenty a drum’s established
Six figure digits, just like I tell you like
I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product’ll win if you gots top grade
Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street’s is that I done came up too fast
Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don’t wanna bring your bitch
To what type of? out of control sittin on tickets
Million dollar spots, technology chops
And a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man
? feel me
Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head
And hear me
I never sell my soul cause I’m way too cold
Motherfucker! Ballin outta control
Interlud: LeVitti
This ol' game, kids they run
Never get a second chance
So take me to this world
Now there’s always time, to getcha
I guess by now you get the picture
Of what I’m tryin to say
I’m ballin outta control
«Niggas trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin»
«Every other fuckin day I’m tellin my sahies how to quit»
«Niggas trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin»
«We can get it on, we can get it on»
«Niggas trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin»
«Forty-Water, straight lettin em know»
«Even though my pocket’s fat and my belly’s bigger.
Gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It»
Throw, the ho
Y’know in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
«Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?»
I ain’t knowin
Keep tellin myself that I’mma call it quits
But I got myself
Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets
Lookin up out the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
Cause fools be playa hatin
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks
Esquired land and crops, techno chops and Glocks
Cause niggas be tryin to make movies
When they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother
I ain’t even gon' lie I’m to'
Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
Fuck these niggas they think I’ll sell my soul
But I’m way too cold, motherfucker!
Yeah yeah, I’m ballin outta control
Out of motherfuckin control
I’m ballin outta control
Cause I’m way too cold
Yayayy, I’m ballin outta control
MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah
Feel me main
I feel you main
Can you feel me main
Yeah, I feel you main
Vitti can you feel me?
I feel yah!
Motherfucker can you feel me?
Yeahahayahahah!
Feel me main
I feel you main
Feel me boy?
I’m ballin outta control, yeahahahhh
Every fuckin time
All day, motherfucker
Traduction des paroles
Et un connard fier et ridicule
Tout droit putain em up comme ça, me jeter mon homme de la sangle
? me sentir
Révérend pourriez vous me mettre de l'huile sur la tête
Et de m'entendre
Je ne vends jamais mon âme parce que j'ai trop froid
Fils de pute! Ballin hors de contrôle
Interlud: LeVitti
Ce vieux jeu, les enfants qu'ils courent
Ne jamais avoir une seconde chance
Alors Emmène moi dans ce monde
Maintenant, il y a toujours le temps, pour getcha
Je suppose que maintenant vous avez compris
De ce que je suis tryin pour dire
Je suis ballin outta control
"Niggas trippin off me parce que j'étais un jeune enculé ballin»
"Tous les deux jours, je dis à mes sahies comment arrêter»
"Niggas trippin off me parce que j'étais un jeune enculé ballin»
«Nous pouvons l'obtenir sur, nous pouvons l'obtenir sur»
"Niggas trippin off me parce que j'étais un jeune enculé ballin»
«Quarante-Eau, tout droit lettin em savoir»
"Même si ma poche est grosse et mon ventre plus gros.
Gots pour venir Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-Il»
Lancer, le ho
Tu sais Dans un gros cul Gumbo pot
Plein remuer
Laissez le régler pour le faire verrouiller
Courses de chevaux, voyages à Las Vegas, frequent flier
"Qu'est-ce que tu fais timah, quand ton cul va prendre sa retraite?»
Je n'est pas knowin
Garder tellin moi-même que je'mma appelez il se ferme
Mais je me suis
Trop d'enculés de chou dans la rue
Regarder la voie pour la seule fois
Po-Po Penelope sérieusement concentratin
Noided comme je regarde le dos pour toute ma chimie
Parce que les imbéciles soient playa hatin
Spots lucratifs et coups, investissements obligations et actions
Terre et cultures Esquired, côtelettes techno et Glocks
Parce que les négros essaient de faire des films
Quand ils obtiennent tous en face de ces bootch cul hoochies
Je suis comme poppin la casquette comme une mère affamée
Je n'ai même pas gon' mensonge je suis à'
Twoasted, en boucle, à dos bricolé
Plâtré, vomi, sur le retour entièrement récupéré
Fuck ces niggas ils pensent que je vais vendre mon âme
Mais je suis trop froide, fils de pute!
Ouais ouais, je suis ballin outta control
De motherfuckin de contrôle
Je suis ballin outta control