Ill Bill — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson My Uncle
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « My Uncle » de Ill Bill.
Paroles
My life is- I’m dependent, I can’t help it. I started at a young age
I’m too dependent on it, you know?
Drugs and music get me where I wanna go now
But I gotta make the money for it and it’s not that easy nowadays
My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud
This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm
I’m the truth like the name of the song
Yo my uncle shoots heroin
Bathroom floor, found a syringe
When I was on the Hiero Tour Howie went out on a binge
The snake bitch I was fucking even took him to cop
A month later he was on the floor looking for rock
Missed a flight to Czech Republic, walked in the path
Of Howie lying in his own puke dying from crack
Cocaine poisoning, he shot the heroin since fourteen
February 2003, he was clean
I helped him out, he kicked crack, dope, and meth
Hosted shows, free clothes, bubblebaths, autographs
T-shirts, soon I’mma make a Howie action figure
Before his latest relapse I’m glad I captured pictures
I love Howie, homie used to change my diapers
To save him I’d have jumped in front of spray from snipers
But this is just something that he’s gotta do on his own
I try to get through to him with this song yo
My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud
This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm
I’m the truth like the name of the song
Yo my uncle shoots heroin
He used to live in my crib, sleep on my couch smoking Newport 100's
Gave me comic books, bought me my first bass guitar
Learned from my grandma how to tell you the future with cards
Watch the sci-fi channel high off of methadone
More addictive than anything injected in the arm
D.T.'s five in the morning waking my moms
Got a search warrant but Howie Tenenbaum is gone
Roaming the streets, he was a superhero to me
When I was five I used to pick the seeds out of his weed
Nodding out, burning cigarette holes in his sheets
Wake up and eat a box of Captain Crunch then go back to sleep
He was a crackhead too, he might still be
A walking relapse, that motherfucker’s still on the street
You tell him right he goes left
Show him right he does wrong
I hope I get through to him with this song yo
My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve, sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit, gangster rap is a fraud
This is real rap, bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music, stuck with a syringe in your arm
I’m the truth like the name of the song
Yo my uncle shoots (my uncle shoots)
Traduction des paroles
Il avait l'habitude de vivre dans mon berceau, dormir sur mon canapé fumer Newport 100
M'a donné des bandes dessinées, m'a acheté ma première guitare basse
Appris de ma grand-mère comment vous dire l'avenir avec les cartes
Regardez la chaîne de science-fiction high off de méthadone
Plus addictif que tout injecté dans le bras
Il est cinq heures du matin pour réveiller mes mamans
J'ai un mandat de perquisition mais Howie Tenenbaum est parti
Errant dans les rues, il était un super-héros pour moi
Quand j'avais cinq ans je ramassais les graines de sa mauvaise herbe
Hochant la tête, brûlant des trous de cigarette dans ses draps
Réveillez vous et mangez une boîte de capitaine Crunch puis retournez vous endormir
Il était aussi un crackhead, il pourrait l'être encore
Une rechute de marche, cet enculé est toujours dans la rue
Dis lui à droite il part à gauche
Montrez-lui la droite il fait le mal
J'espère que je vais lui parler avec cette chanson yo
Mon oncle tire de l'héroïne, mon père faisait de la cocaïne
Mes mamans fumaient de l'herbe avec ses amis quand j'avais huit ans
J'ai fumé de l'herbe quand j'avais douze ans, vendu de l'herbe à quatorze ans
Bombardement de la paix c'est comme baiser pour la virginité
Le rap conscient est une connerie, le rap gangster est une fraude
C'est Du Vrai rap, tape ta putain de tête à travers le mur
C'est de la musique de drogue, coincée avec une seringue dans le bras
Je suis la vérité, comme le nom de la chanson
Yo mon oncle tire (mon oncle tire)