Fugees — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Fu-Gee-La
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Fu-Gee-La » de Fugees.
Paroles
We used to be number 10, now we’re permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin
Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned
Beat you so bad make you feel like you ain’t wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens
>From my farm, damn, another dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I’m bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody’s shootin', my body’s made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade
That sounds sick maybe one day I’ll write a horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA
Stevie Wonder sees Crack Babies Be-Coming Enemies
Of their own families, what’s going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon
Trying to front like he’s down with Mount Zion
1-Oooh La La La,
It’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thang
Oooh La La La,
It’s the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah,
Sweeeeet Thing
Yeah in saloons we drink Boone’s and battle goons till high noon,
Bust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon poon’s.
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci’s and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees.
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don’t play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly,
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can’t handle us, WE BUST
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen «Cooley High»,
Cried when Cochise died.
I’m twisted, black-listed by some other negroes,
Don’t remove my Polos on the first episode.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn’t diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set’s bootie, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I’m superfly when
I’m super-high on the Fu-Gee-La.
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees,
Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories,
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees,
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me.
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, I’m a true champion, like,
Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu’ran it’s a phenomenon,
lyrics fast like Ramadan.
What’s goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon, trying to front like he’s down with
Mount Zion.
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Traduction des paroles
Ha Ha Ha Ha, vous devez respecter JERSEY, parce que je suis superfly quand
Je suis super haut sur le Fu-Gee-La.
Je suis assis à 90 degrés sous les palmiers,
Smokin ' beadies que je brûle mes calories,
Les toits de Brooklyn deviennent des tee-shirts de Brooklyn,
Qui c'est, ennemis, veut voir ma mort.
De Hawaii à Hawthorne, je fais des marathons, comme
Buju Banton, je suis un vrai champion, comme,
Farakkhan lit son quotidien Qu'ran c'est un phénomène,
paroles rapides comme le Ramadan.
Qu'est-ce qui se passe sur Armageddon venez vous savez que nous avons bientôt fait
Arme à mes côtés juste au cas où je devrais croupir
Un garçon du côté de Babylone, essayant de faire front comme s'il était en bas avec
La Montagne De Sion.
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