E.S.G — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Crooked Streets
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Paroles
Ain’t no love on these crooked-ass streets
Keep your ass out the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat
Pouring brew for my niggas and puffing up on the Swisha
Cause ain’t no telling when them hollow points’ll hit ya
Fresh up out the county on vacation
Back up on the streets with deferred judification
A menace to society, a threat to the system
Just because the asses are white don’t mean you have to kiss em
Crooked cops and crack rocks, they always seem to run my block
So now I’m thinking of different ways that I could make a knot
Without winding up doing five to ten
Cause ain’t no love for us motherfucking thugs in the pen
I gots to get the grip cause my fingers keep on slipping
Plus my baby’s mama is always tripping
So I stay high and reside in my hood
Even though the times are hard, to me it’s all good
Crooked thoughts in my mind of a thousand different crimes
Time after time, I have to uncock my nine
Just to save myself from some drama
Now my step partner’s started smoking the rocks, and they laid off my mama
Times are getting harder in the south without no doubt
Don’t wanna try the dope game cause ain’t too many ways out
But what the hell, a dolla is a dolla
Plus my little brother wants a 64 Impala
But for now I’m in the 'Lac like the Mack, having a paper stacks
Hitting licks and cooking kis, pulling major jacks
Pack a nine-inch Glock to protect my rep
And I be praying that my brother don’t be following my footsteps
Stay in school cause on the cool, remember the golden rule
Cause nowadays, see these niggas’ll act a fool
And you can be the one that catch your hollow tip
And to this day for taking my younger brother on that trip
To meet this ho-ass nigga from the other side of town
Not knowing this’ll be the day my blood hit the ground
Two to the head and four to the leg
Buck, Buck, them gunshots
Fucking with that fast life, death is what I got
Yo, my older brother was an O. G
Sold a lot of dope, baby passed the business down to me
Showed me everything from the crème de la crème
Now that I’m older, people say that I’m just like him
I made it halfway with my brother’s help
Now that he’s dead, I’ll follow in his footsteps
I gets respect in my motherfucking neighborhood
I bar none. I hold my nuts like my brother would
My mother prays every night. She hopes that I will change
But what my mama don’t know, it’s a muthafuckin G thang
Seventeen, and I’m out here in the street life
Sleep all day and run the streets all damn night
I brought a 'Lac just like my brother’s
Same interior, same style, and the same color
I hit the club. Bitches all up on me
Whispering in my ear how much I look like Jody
I reminisce and hit the spliff like I know how
Thinking to myself, «if my brother could see me now»
It’s fucked up how my brother passed away
Two days before his birthday, I watched my nigga get sprayed
Ran over to his bloody body, picked him up, dude
Held him by the head, and told him, «Don't die, fool»
He looked at me, and he said in a low voice
«They couldn’t fade me, so death was the only choice»
He closed his eyes and held my hand with a tight grip
The grip slipped, and I yelled like a bitch
A proper burial, that’s what my brother got
Until this day, I can still hear those gunshots
Traduction des paroles
Yo, mon frère aîné était un O. G
Vendu beaucoup de dope, bébé m'a transmis l'affaire
J'ai tout montré de la crème de la crème
Maintenant que je suis plus vieux, les gens disent que je suis comme lui
Je l'ai fait à mi chemin avec l'aide de mon frère
Maintenant qu'il est mort, je vais suivre ses traces
Je me fais respecter dans mon putain de quartier
J'bar none. Je tiens mes noix comme mon frère
Ma mère prie tous les soirs. Elle espère que je vais changer
Mais ce que ma mère ne sait pas, c'est un muthafuckin G thang
Dix-sept, et je suis ici dans la vie de rue
Dormez toute la journée et courez dans les rues toute la nuit
J'ai apporté un Lac comme celui de mon frère
Même intérieur, même style, et la même couleur
J'ai frappé le club. Les chiennes de tous sur moi
Chuchotant dans mon oreille à quel point je ressemble à Jody
Je me remémore et frappe le spliff comme je sais comment
En me disant: "Si mon frère pouvait me voir maintenant»
C'est foutu Comment mon frère est mort
Deux jours avant son anniversaire, j'ai regardé mon mec se faire pulvériser
J'ai couru vers son corps ensanglanté, Je l'ai ramassé, mec
Il l'a tenu par la tête et lui a dit: "Ne meurs pas, imbécile»
Il m'a regardé, et il dit d'une voix faible
"Ils ne pouvaient pas m'effacer, donc la mort était le seul choix»
Il a fermé les yeux et a tenu ma main avec une poignée serrée
La poignée a glissé, et j'ai crié comme une chienne
Un enterrement correct, c'est ce que mon frère a eu
Jusqu'à ce jour, je peux encore entendre ces coups de feu