DJ Quik — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Til Jesus Comes
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Til Jesus Comes » de DJ Quik.
Paroles
I grew up with haters right under the same roof
Ain’t never no food, but the whiskey is 80 proof
Niggas is shootin at me, and my sister called the police
To tell 'em that my homies loaned me a piece
Devil-worshippin neighbors, niggas borrowin penicillin
Rats and roaches is chillin, my sister makin a killin
Sellin drugs to my other sisters and now I hope
They break in her fuckin Buick and pinch on her dope
I transferred out of Compton High School with a gun in my pants
Ready for whatever comes and I’m prayin
I ain’t gotta be the one shot up in the hospital
Simply because Compton never had one, fuck it
I shot them niggas and I moved to another town
Gave the gun to Darryl and I had him go melt it down
How many times did they call me a fag
'Til they got stomped out and threatened with a 44 mag
We gotta freak the freak the funk
We gotta seize and squeeze the pump
We gotta tease and beat these punks
Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes
Give up the keys, get in the trunk
And if he freeze, begin to dump
We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast a punk
Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes
Niggas call me dumb but I’m smarter than your momma
For lettin yo' daddy ejaculate in her and stickin her wit’cho drama
Cause you ain’t nuttin but a skanky welfare case
Livin in scum Bum-o-Rama
A shelf full of antibiotics and narcotics
Dwellin in a house full of lazy psychotics
Pissin and shittin on theyself and you too stupid to help
Because you just a dumb nigga yourself
Ain’t that the kettle callin the pot round and hot? (Huh?)
Ain’t the reason you 'bout to be found bound and shot? (Huh?)
You need to keep my name off your tongue, before they find you hung
With a letter in your own handwriting motherfucker
How much liquor could I consume in one sitting?
How many niggas did I shake for bullshittin?
I run any console, I’m an engineer
And I drink imported beer while I’m lookin for the gear
I’m a stylist, I’m not a porn star
I know enough to where I can service my own car
I ain’t ignorin you stupid, I just be watchin my own rhythms
And lovin how they fall, this music is different
A new generation
The beat is so fancy, look at my presentation
It’s not 16, it’s 12, makin a scene as well
Watchin my green and mail, how could I fail?
How could I fail?
Traduction des paroles
Je suis styliste, je ne suis pas une star du porno
Je sais assez où je peux entretenir ma propre voiture
Je ne t'ignore pas stupide, je regarde juste mes propres rythmes
Et lovin comment ils tombent, cette musique est différente
Une nouvelle génération
Le rythme est tellement chic, regardez ma présentation
Ce n'est pas 16, c'est 12, faire une scène aussi bien
Watchin mon vert et le courrier, Comment pourrais-je échouer?
Comment pourrais-je manquer?