E-40 — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Dusted 'N' Disgusted
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Paroles
I’m really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click The Click
Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted
Time to do some dirt uhh I never trusted
them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it’s called survival
What y’all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I’m heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false
We had em eatin, shit 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y’all
She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious
Verse Two: Spice-1
Nigga been holdin guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit
that’s when I get to killin shit (killin shit)
And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug
Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted
It’s that bitch that killed ya Took all your money peeled ya Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK’s
while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn’t make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He’s a busta, punk ass nigga, y’all know the streets
That’s why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
It’s just a part of the game he didn’t feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don’t know that hoe main that bitch can’t be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted
Chorus: E-40
Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha’ll wanna do, whacha’ll wanna do Cold hearted bitches
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Whacha’ll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas
Some cold hearted shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it’s them cold hearted bitched
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
Dusted and disgusted
Verse Three: E-40, 2Pac
Let’s let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, out, shhh lost clientele but I will prevail
by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC’s and bitches be the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chow, with my nigga Pac
Dear God, can you forgive me? My future’s lookin sick
I’m in my rag hittin switches I’m suspicious of these bitches
I keep on, calllin, but ain’t nobody pickin up I think she’s stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up Came all alone if it’s on then it’s on Where’s my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam
It’s a war zone (war zone) but I’m a man so with gun in hand
I’m on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan
Can’t understand, but the things ain’t the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you was smart figure, don’t have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can’t be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool
(These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga’s heart
So a nigga get his money fucked with
Almost in-laws)
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What’s gonna happen
(Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin)
(Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be fuckin with mo' MC’s at Jack the Rapper)
(Aight fuck it, what you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga)
Verse Four: Mac Mall, Spice-1, E-40
The California lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don’t give
A flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low
Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major
And a bitch won’t save ya so I ain’t playin Captain Save a Hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I’m gone
I’m like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass
Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash
Can’t have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
Cuz he’s a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink)
You love them Bootsy bitches, can’t let them pussy bitches
gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check her fast
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don’t go too fast
Cause bulletproof ain’t doin no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
now, niggaz comin up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin
floor
damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest
Now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one nigga less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don’t even trust it
I’m tryin to told ya end up dusted
Traduction des paroles
De retour au travail, un des potes jus s'est fait dépoussiérer
Whacha voudra, whacha voudra Froid hearted chiennes
De retour au travail, un des potes jus s'est fait dépoussiérer
Whacha voudra, je n'ai jamais confiance en eux bustas
Froide, le cœur de la merde
De retour au travail, un des potes jus s'est fait dépoussiérer
Je n'ai jamais confiance en eux bustas
Et c'est froid hearted râlé
De retour au travail, un des potes jus s'est fait dépoussiérer
Dépoussiéré et dégoûté
Verset trois: E-40, 2Pac
Laissons deux ou trois de l'autre côté de la ville
Attirer l'attention sur les autres s-euh-côté de la ville (autre côté de la ville)
Et attendez que le changement po-po change, Ghetto shootin range
Vengeance sur le R-uh-rebond, jeux de guerre
Sécheresses, out, Shhh clientèle perdue mais je prévaudrai
en vendant le brocoli trempé au lieu du crack
essayez de ne pas voler les stupéfiants
Quand ces punk MC et chiennes être la raison pour laquelle
la fumée va sortir du chow, avec mon nigga Pac
Cher Dieu, pouvez-vous me pardonner? Mon avenir est lookin malade
Je suis dans mon chiffon hittin commutateurs je me méfie de ces salopes
Je continue, calllin, mais n'est pas personne ramasser je pense qu'elle est stallin, cette chienne mal est tryin ta me mettre en place est venu tout seul si c'est sur alors c'est sur Où est mon putain de chrome, seulement jaloux niggaz errent
C'est une zone de guerre (zone de guerre) mais je suis un homme donc avec une arme à la main
Je suis sur ma façon de voir cette houe vous connaissez la putain de plan
Je ne comprends pas, mais les choses ne sont pas les mêmes
Vous pourriez mourir pour ces salopes si vous glissez dans le jeu
Niggaz gang bang, mais les chiennes gang bang aussi
Abandonnez ce bon thang, et mettez ce pistolet à votre cerveau
Si vous étiez intelligent figure, ne pas avoir aucun amour dans votre coeur nigga
Toutes les complications tirer sur la gâchette, dépoussiéré et dégoûté
On ne peut pas faire confiance aux salopes, tu connais les règles
Ils ont sournois, elle l'a planifié, espèce d'imbécile
(Ces houes ici essaient de tenir le cœur d'un négro
Donc, un nigga obtenir son argent baisée avec