Marco Polo — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson I'm on It
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « I'm on It » de Marco Polo.
Paroles
Ya know what I’m sayin'?
Mafuckas be like, «Yo, I don’t fuck with Rus
That nigga’s mad grimy, man
He always on that Crown Heights, Brooklyn bullshit, man»
Stick 'em up, keep 'em up, give it up — easy
Big guns in the heezy, you real freezy
My niggas breezy, feezy, no reezy
So take that shit off slow and be breezy
(Poof) — Gone with the Wind
It’s either that or eat a whole cartridge, chrome to ya chin
These shells don’t taste like Velveeta
These shells hotter than a motherfuckin' heater
Like the bass bangin' out your motherfuckin' speaker
Your brains would be hangin' out your motherfuckin' beaker
Muppet ass niggas ain’t animal
Talk a lot of hot shit, like you ain’t flamable
Rappers can’t fuck with me, I don’t need Ruck with me
Bet I got a steel and attack that’d buck with me
Just that ruthless, life’s so useless
No more cryin' with your bullshit excuses
You’re done
Roll schoma and a dutch
Your mama is a slut
You don’t want drama
Cock the llama, nigga what
That Crown Heights Brooklyn bullshit I’m on it
Yeah yeah I’m on it
Anybody want it they can get it automatic
Automatic or semi — homie you can have it
Nigga came home flagged out had it
Bitch you rat it, you a faggot, fuck you
I ain’t never trust you, son look suspect
Like a the east side of a horse going west
Think about it while i rape the rhythm
Take a pull, percolate the 'ism
I brake through walls, knock doors of hinges
Snatch rich niggas out of drop top Benz’s
Niggas couldn’t see me through telescope lenses
I don’t follow them I set trendses
Young rap cop the respect of OG
Before I blast choppers, eject the Uzi
Trust — you don’t wanna make me angry
Big steel chains couldn’t restrain me I’m a beast
Roll schoma and a dutch
Your mama is a slut
You don’t want drama
Cock the llama, nigga what
That Crown Heights Brooklyn bullshit I’m on it
Yeah yeah I’m on it
I see the fear in his eyes he went so sleep 'fore I hit him
The pastor said it was fucked up how I did him
Slid him under a truck, one-hitter quitter
Tryin' to get gangster on Twitter (Computer thugs)
Exactly what I would expect from trash rappers
For Hip Hop, out of respect I smash rappers
Put 'em out they misery, send 'em up the upper room
Knock-knock, who? Death motherfucker boom
Marco Polo got that bump for ya boombox
From the hood, to the 'burbs to the boondocks
From the Caddy’s to the Jeeps to the sport cars
Strip joints, for the clubs and the sports bars
My name ringin' like Big Ben at twelve-noon
Shootin' mark brand niggas straight to hell soon
As you hear the baseline and the first rhyme
You stand froze like you witnessin' the worst crime
Roll schoma and a dutch
Your mama is a slut
You don’t want drama
Cock the llama, nigga what
That Crown Heights Brooklyn bullshit I’m on it
Yeah yeah I’m on it
Traduction des paroles
Je vois la peur dans ses yeux il est allé si dormir avant que je l'ai frappé
Le pasteur a dit que c'était foutu comment je l'ai fait
Il l'a glissé sous un camion, un frappeur lâcheur
Essayer d'obtenir gangster sur Twitter (voyous informatiques)
Exactement ce que j'attendrais des rappeurs trash
Pour le Hip Hop, par respect, j'écrase les rappeurs
Mettez - les dehors, envoyez-les dans la chambre haute
Knock-knock, qui? Death enculé boom
Marco Polo a eu cette bosse pour toi boombox
De la hotte, à l' 'burbs pour les régions arriérées
Du Caddy aux Jeeps en passant par les voitures de sport
Joints de bande, pour les clubs et les bars sportifs
Mon nom sonne comme Big Ben à midi
Shootin ' Mark marque niggas droit à l'enfer bientôt
Comme vous entendez la ligne de base et la première rime
Tu es figé comme si tu étais témoin du pire crime
Rouleau schoma et un néerlandais
Ta maman est une salope
Tu ne veux pas de drame
Coq le lama, négro quoi
Cette connerie de Crown Heights Brooklyn je m'en occupe
Ouais ouais je suis sur qu'il