DJ Kay Slay — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Face Off
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Face Off » de DJ Kay Slay.
Paroles
I’m creatin' a masterpiece for niggas
Doin' it Kay Slay, all day, ev’y day, steady up in the 12 gauge
I’m fuckin' your house up, you and your spouse up
You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya
Have 'em writin' about ya, daily I’m in the papers for doubtin' a motherfucker
Stankin' the speculation, you want it, you got it, baby
I’m at you a lifetime, the nigga washin' your window shorten your lifeline
You’re fuckin' wit white wine, I’m fuckin' wit nitrate
I’m emotionless when I get 'em, a nigga wit ice veins
Ain’t impressed wit status or jewelry, I’m on some street shit
Don’t believe in sit in front of a jewelry, that’s weak shit
You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that’s why I speak it
Exposin' these niggas weakness', Kay I got 'em sleepin'
Reality, fuck a record, don’t believe in disrespectin'
And niggas will be to see you while your people got you rested'
I’m reckless
Mama used to take trips to face to face
Now it’s face-to-face, Ghost & Face, Scar & Slay
We gon' walk the path that mama laid
We fail, we gon' see a skull on dollars grave
I remember bustin' out the house from police duckin' the vans
Wit them taped-up broken revolvers stuck to my pants
That was '88, around the time of Slick Rick era
Day to day, rolled chains wit them thick knit sweaters
Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say, they wanna see me pay
Motherfucker this is G.F.K.
I settle crimes wit metal 9s and I ain’t gonna stop
'Til your brains all over the street like?
Marshmellow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones
Acknowledge the throne, it’s Pretty Tone
I’m legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y’all secondary
I’m hittin' these fiends lovely, my shit be extra heavy
Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they two box
Two Glocks incase I gotta bump a few cops off
You know how we do in Staten Island, this is Gaten Island, nigga
Not a non-violence sticker
I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed
You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed
Who’d ever thought this nigga that we sat down at our table and fed
Would roll on the street and on wit the feds
I used to love this nigga
Now I roll around wit a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga
Fuckin' wit me, this adds the fuel to the fire
And I’m about to snap that wire!
We want them new 20s and 100s, Ziplock money
Y’all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did
And we goin' all out like Hussein’s sons did
We stickin' niggas like New York cops wit plungers
So take some advice, there’s three bears
Cashmere down wit 12 gauges under the table
Slay got the shotty, ain’t that your label
And them other two bears, yo, theys the one that paid you buddy!
(gunshots)
Traduction des paroles
Je vous ai donné une chance de manger, mais vous avez choisi de mordre la main qui nourrissait
Tu as pris ta merde, mec, allongé dans ton lit
Qui avait jamais pensé à ce négro qu'on s'asseyait à notre table et qu'on nourrissait
Roulerait dans la rue et avec les fédéraux
J'ai l'habitude d'aimer ce mec
Maintenant je roule avec un masque et une sangle et une rancune pour ce négro
Avec moi, ça ajoute du carburant au feu
Et je suis sur le point de casser ce fil!
Nous voulons les nouveaux 20 et 100, Ziplock argent
Vous allez tous le financer, nous allons manger gros comme gros jeu de mots a fait
Et on sort tous comme les fils D'Hussein
Nous collant niggas comme New York flics esprit plongeurs
Alors, prenez un conseil, il y a trois ours
Cachemire vers le bas wit 12 jauges sous la table
Slay a eu le shotty, n'est-ce pas votre étiquette
Et ces deux autres ours, yo, c'est celui qui t'a payé mon pote!
(les coups de feu)