DJ Drama — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The Art Of Storytellin Part 4
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « The Art Of Storytellin Part 4 » de DJ Drama.
Paroles
So I’m watchin' her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
«That's the shape of things to come»
She said, «Why you in the club, you don’t make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm?»
I’m like, «Why?» The world needs sun, the hood needs funds
There’s a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord
Umbilical attached to a place that can’t afford
No landscaping, or window draping
This old lady told me, if I ain’t got nothin' good, say nathan
That’s why I don’t talk much
I swear it don’t cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, then I tell it how it could be
The hood be requesting my services
Oh don’t get nervous, it’s step yo game up time
These ain’t them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
Niggas ride to me women be off in they tub
Ex-foliating with they poms-poms, yelling, «Go 3000!»
I’m in my whatever bumpin' N.W.A, 100 Miles &
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
Summon, woman, come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbin'
Done in, I’m in a swell mood
A rather swole mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she’ll be back, she’s going to the store
I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her to, I said, «Call me when ya’ll break up»
«I don’t fuck nobody bitch
And never owned a Jacob,» know what time it is
Nigga just tryin' to live like a nigga supposed to live
If I still drank that malt liquor, I’d pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around;
I started off starvin', now they got me out here Brett Favre’n
Trynna' see if I still got it… (got it…)
I guess it’s like a bike, think about it…
So I peep this bitch in V.I.P, I used to clip like Rob the barber
It seems she couldn’t shape up, cupcake her, I didn’t bother
She’s a follower a hell of a swallower, not a leader
Got a 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th string, I didn’t need her
I didn’t mean to treat her like she was the main feature
Presentation, heard ya’s a traitor
To the situation, more like a hassle
Because she had no keys to the castle
The queen sits on the throne
While this ho ride down Old National
(ZOOM) gon' head' ho beat ya feet
DR-DR-Drop down and get yo eagle on freak
We ever-so-discreet with this meet
Got a whole lot to lose if paparazzi
Ever shot or shoot we, meaning me and you
Us together in the lens
My ends would be gone just like some «Dro in the Wind»
Told da ho you gonna win sho' 'nuff we gon' pretend
To the land of make believe, now come on and hit this Hen…
Taking shots to the neck
Now that’s love in ya mou-outh
Now we’re Aphilliates so don’t give me the Gangsta Grill
No Drama it makes no sense
I got a mean ass backhand and a (Cannon) that don’t miss
Bitch!
Traduction des paroles
C'est une adepte, une avaleuse, pas un leader
J'ai eu une 1ère, 2ème, 3ème et 4ème chaîne, je n'avais pas besoin d'elle
Je ne voulais pas la traiter comme si elle était la principale caractéristique
Présentation, entendu que vous êtes un traître
À la situation, plus comme un tracas
Parce qu'elle n'avait pas les clés du château
La reine est assise sur le trône
Pendant que cette ho monter Vieux National
(ZOOM) Gon 'head' ho beat ya pieds
Dr-Dr-déroulant et obtenir yo aigle sur freak
Nous toujours si discret avec cette rencontre
J'ai beaucoup à perdre si les paparazzi
Tu as déjà tiré ou tiré sur nous, c'est-à-dire toi et moi
Dans l'objectif
Mes extrémités seraient partis comme un " Dro dans le vent»
J'ai dit à da ho que tu gagnerais sho ''nuff we gon' pretend
Au pays de faire croire, maintenant allez frapper cette poule…
Prendre des coups au cou
Maintenant, c'est l'amour dans ya mou-outh
Maintenant on est Aphilliates alors ne me donne pas le Gangsta Grill
Pas de drame ça n'a aucun sens
J'ai un revers de cul méchant et un (canon) à ne pas manquer
Chienne!