Method Man — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson America's Most
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « America's Most » de Method Man.
Paroles
Yo, welcome
This is MC sharper image
I’m standing here with my dog technology
And we are here to uplift you mind
and upgrade your systems
so come on down everyone that wants to get some
plug in and boot, and boot
Yo, Yo, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass
I’ve come to eat grub and slap ass
And show my whole entire black ass
Y’all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest
Bang the loudest, can’t a coward do a thing 'bout it What the bum-ba claat like aye carumba
Here’s my name and number, lets La Rhumba
Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter’s
How many different conclusions to come to And my sixteen bars meth, hittin’too hard
With a total disregard for whole entourage
Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song
And hope you don’t get clap upon
Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol’Dirty Bastard
Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet
Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter
Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order
Do I get brollic
Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage
Skip college for the big wallet
The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product
My draft is cold like miller beer
When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger’s cheer
The red nigga here, and its out of control
Something like when Ron Gold’went out with Nicole
I’ll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain’t come back raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold your nose
At the show, ill be shittin’out my mouth like my colon closed
Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y’all a biter
And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire
(Doc, where the lighter) I’m hemming them up Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch
(with America’s’most after the end of each line)
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback, that what it all about now, be that
We not playin'(knowwhatinsayn'sonsayin)
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback, that what it all about now, be that
Fuck with the meth (knowwhatinsayn'sonsayin)
I’m looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife
Fuck it, I’m nice, y’all don’t be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hand
Not bustin’it right
Ain’t no I in the team
Ain’t no eyen’my cream
I’m a semi-auto, clean
Rapid-fire machine
Cocky, six foot three with knock knees
Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese
yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don’t flaunt it when the towel it thrown it, you know there’s grown men that spoke on it We both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average
with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage
up in the air, spot my dudes
Rollin’over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew
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Traduction des paroles
Croire que, permet de tourner la mère maintenant, que
Beback que tout, maintenant, que
Nous ne jouons pas(knowwhatinsayn'sonsayin)
Croire que les frères dans la maison maintenant que
Croire que, permet de tourner la mère maintenant, que
Beback que tout, maintenant, que
Baise avec la meth (knowwhatinsayn'sonsayin)
Je vous regarde tueurs comme vous avez volé quelque chose, va te faire foutre la vie
Fais confiance à mon niggaz, parfois car je fais confiance à ma femme
Putain, je suis gentil, vous ne vous précipitez pas sur le micro
Avec vos armes à la main gauche
Pas le bustin'it droit
N'est pas la peine j'ai dans l'équipe
Ain't no eyen'my crème
Je suis un semi-auto, propre
Rapide-le-feu de la machine
Arrogant, six pieds trois avec knock genoux
Attirer hoodrats pour les blocs parce que j'ai du fromage
yo, mec, je porte du fromage, mais je ne le montre pas quand la serviette qu'il a jetée, vous savez qu'il y a des hommes adultes qui ont parlé dessus nous le voulons tous les deux, les Trackmasters
Percer des trous dans le rythme quand un ton vocal piquer sur elle barbare, mon camion caddie au-delà de la moyenne
avec les mêmes roues de taille que sur une calèche
en l'air, spot mon gars
Rollin over merde comme B. Comptines de rosée de montagne
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