Jimmy Jones — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The First
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « The First » de Jimmy Jones.
Paroles
Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crew
We’re more like a movement, more like in tuned with
The moon and the stars, some say I’ll soon be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars
Industry think that they grooming a star nah
I’m more like a thug misproving the odds, run around my city all crazy
With my goons in some cars
I tell 'em
Wake up, wake up Gotta go get that cake up, break up Divide that payroll, aiyyoo
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo
Killa, paper, holla at Pedro
On the 8−0 and wait for my son the lay low
Ba' bro
When I beef, names will be said tool will be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news will get read, cause what I deal with is usually feds
On the first
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It’s the first of the month.
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo-, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month.
Now I’m the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain’t no fucking denying me I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
I’m what the people call a menace to the public society
Fuck 'em I’m riding, my gun on the side of me Fuck it I’m driving, I’m puffing high as can be
I’m speeding, I’m weaving, I’m bugging my eye on the street
Cam signed to the Roc it’s time that we eat
Harlem’s back, this time it’s for keeps
You rolling or not?
The Takeover’s now, y’all focused or not?
We been ready it’s just that our promotion was not
But I can’t blame no one for this, I’m all right with that
Can’t be racist cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I’mma milk these crackers for all they milk and crackers
Until I’m rich and these mills don’t matter
Uh, you niggaz follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone call will cost ya'
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in T-Money's home and he’s never going back in Aiyo, I swear to God, you think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
How you older than me, and still a little nigga
On the first, I hate these chickens
Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they friends
And they kids fly, I ain’t open friend, on the 11th, you gonna be broke again
Word to Jehova man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for some coke again
Shit, it’s the first of the month
Yo, I’m the first on the block for the cycle
A rock that is first like shoots from a rifle
See they tainted our image, it’s fucked up how the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people, why, because we sell caine to the people
That don’t be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The first and fifteenth’s got some restraints on my people
Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Capo Status
Killah the don, Juelz Santana, FREEKY
Harlem, my Taliban
Eastside, B’s up The first and fifteenth
We still going through it Welfare, medicade, some liquor stores
Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th
Y’all know the struggle
Holla
Roc-A-Fella (Whoo!)
Traduction des paroles
Je cours avec des enforcers, des gros mecs et des patrons
Noir, britannique et Walter, le coup de fil vous coûtera'
Continuez à rouler dans les caravanes agissant
Nous avons de gros camions avec Chrome Taliban action
Envoyez-en un à Jabar, mon nigga a atteint son maximum chez T-Money et il ne retournera jamais à Aiyo, je jure devant Dieu, vous pensez que j'avais un violon comme je tripote
Comme tu es plus vieux que moi, et encore un petit négro
Sur le premier, je déteste ces poulets
Obtenez leur chèque, cheveux, ongles fait, steak et poulet, pour eux amis
Et les enfants volent, Je ne suis pas un ami ouvert, le 11, tu vas être fauché à nouveau
Parole à l'homme Jehova, houes dans leurs chaussures, aboyant comme un Doberman
Je viens voir Cam, encore de la coke
Merde, c'est le premier jour du mois
Yo, je suis le premier sur le bloc pour le cycle
Un rocher qui est d'abord comme des pousses d'un fusil
Voyez-vous qu'ils ont entaché notre image, c'est foutu comment le jeu a peint notre image
Ils disent que nous sommes des gens dangereux, parce que nous vendons caine au peuple
Ce n'est pas la raison pour laquelle je vise cet aigle, mes objectifs sont égaux
Le premier et le quinzième ont des contraintes sur mon peuple
Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Capo statut
Killah le don, Juelz Santana, FREEKY
Harlem, mon Talibans
Eastside, B est le premier et le quinzième
On passe toujours par le bien-être, medicade, quelques magasins d'alcool
Broadway, 7e, 15E, 40E
Y'all savoir la lutte
Holla
Roc-A-Fella (Whoo!)