Ice Cube — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up » de Ice Cube.
Paroles
(Peace quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of Our ability. Riots melees and disturbances of the peace are against the
Interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that they were all not guilty not guilty…)
(We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there’s a series of Fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty…)
Make it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this…) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)
Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me When the news get to the hood then niggas will be Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a must
I can’t trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
Somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, «Who is it?» (Who is Ice Cube?)
«Can I talk to the grand wizard?» then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he’s zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we’ll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain’t shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up Make it rough
I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
In a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain’t nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin
Niggas ain’t buyin
Ya story bore me Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it But all you could call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain’t hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?
We woulda teared this muthafucka up Huh, make it rough!
Huh Muggs, make it rough!
It’s on, gone with the wind and I know white men can’t dunk
Now I’m stealin blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don’t fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn’t get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ??? Surplus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn’t say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time
But I’m rollin so that’s a fucked up slogan
The Hogan’s Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police killer
The super duper nigga that’ll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!
Huh, make it rough!
Yo Muggs, make it rough
Huh, make it rough
Enough
Outro: (*newsreader*)
(Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)
Traduction des paroles
Les négros ont dû te casser quelque chose, donner un coup de pouce à Bush
Mais ta garde nationale n'est pas dure
Il fallait que Rodney m'arrête parce que tu sais quoi?
On aurait arraché ce muthafucka, hein, le rendre dur!
Huh Muggs, faites-le dur!
C'est parti, Autant En Emporte le vent et je sais que les hommes blancs ne peuvent pas dunk
Maintenant je vole des émoussements
Et il est venu de Betty Crocker, en surpoids et plus noir
Ne pas baiser avec les magasins appartenant à des noirs, mais frapper les casiers à pied
Voler, muthafuck feu Bill Marshall
Qu'est-ce que tu fous, jette le cocktail
J'ai senti de la fumée, je suis sorti, J'ai eu de la chance
Mon mec a sorti son camion, il n'est pas resté coincé
En face de ce magasin avec les Nikes et Adidas
Oh Jésus, Je ??? Surplus obtenu les appareils de chauffage
Nous rencontrer afin que nous puissions obtenir le 9 et le ce démunis
J'ai eu le Mossberg avec la chevrotine aux deux yeux
Prêt pour Darryl et comme Beretta ne dirait pas
Gardez un œil sur le tonneau, un moineau
Ne faites pas le crime, si vous ne pouvez pas faire le temps
Mais je suis rollin donc c'est un slogan merdique
Les héros de Hogan ont repéré le gorille par le Sizzler
Hittin UP Police tueur
Le Super duper nigga qui va buck
On a dû déchirer ce muthafucka, alors putain!?!
Hein, la rendre rugueuse!
Yo Muggs, faites-le dur
Hein, la rendre rugueuse
Assez
Outro: (*lecteur de nouvelles*)
(Verdicts de non-culpabilité pour Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd et
Theodore Vaugsinio, les quatre officiers accusés d'avoir battu L'automobiliste Rodney
Roi)