Murs — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Morocco Mike
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Paroles
Ay it’s like, me and this nigga Eclipse
Been workin' on this shit hella hard for hella days
Y' know, Knahm sayin'? Been since like
'95, both graduated and shit
Shit changed a grip for me this year
'95 was some shit, check it out
It was '95, the year of my graduation
I was in, great anticipation of my date of release
From this educational prison, moms made the decision
To throw me from the residence
It seems weed and hip hop had taken precedence
Over my responsibilities, but it was alright
Because that day to day bullshit was killin' me So willingly I left the home
And set out on my own
Shacked up with some crew Saga and Rhythm
Didn’t have to give 'em any rent
So hella time was spent up late night, freestylin' gettin' high
Not knowin' how I would make it to school the next day
From the West side of L.A., I had to hit the 33
And now I hear them fools from Red Dots is out to murder me So certainly stress built
Takin' bus to night school every day, coulda got my ass kilt
But I had to get my credits straight
Plus the bus ride gave me time to meditate
On how to set this shit straight
So late one night, I called up moms then we reached an agreement
Which only delayed, it didn’t prevent what was bound to happen
She said she wasn’t trippin' just as long as I got a gown and cap
Then came graduation day, the only nigga to walk the stage
With a zero point five four five GPA
I hand her the diploma, and she still have shit to say
And it’s fuckin' off my vibe, and the album’s on it’s way
I couldn’t prolong the day when Murs and the real world would collide
The year was nine five
The year was nine five, I thought I wouldn’t survive
Livin' in the city where it’s a day to day struggle to survive
The year was nine-five
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
I struggled my way in the summer and now the album’s almost done
But now is when the crew starts to fall apart
One by one, we disassembled, which sorta resembles my life
Fallin' apart, right before my eyes
So I fantasized about havin' a video, and bein' on tour
To keep my mind off my empty stomach, and sleepin' on the floor
Bein' that I’m broke, I’m stealin' groceries from the store
And now it seems every battle I have turns to beef
And me, broke with no heat
I’m lookin' over both shoulders whenever I hit the streets
And just when I thought I escaped defeat
I’m sittin' with my homey and we smokin' a beadie
When this cop see me, and he decides to proceed
A young black male with dreads, it gotta be weed
So he comes over with the usual, disrespect
But that’s all I’ve come to expect
From a motherfucker with a badge and a God Complex
Next he’s askin' questions, testin' my patience
Finds out I’m underage, now he’s writin' a citation
Askin' me to stand up to be frisked
I’m like «Man fuck this»
Then this bitch cop snatched me up from the back
I turned around, to counter the attack
But I’m surrounded by five cops who don’t appreciate the reply
So it’s me they hogtie, and throw on the asphalt
Steady talkin' shit, standin' over me like it’s all my fault
And now I got a court case to face
And in the first place, I barely got enoughs to survive
So when the court date arrived
I damn sure don’t got enough for a fuckin' bus ride
So they give me a warrant, failure to appear
The next week I’m at the pier with my crew
I seen this fool I battled a couple days back
Hadn’t seen him in a few, I stepped to him
He’s like, «Dude we need a rematch
You see my ego’s been scratched»
And when I tell him that shit ain’t gon' happen
His ease partner went and opened up his trap
And tell me that the odds was uneven instead of leavin'
I turned around and put this motherfucker in his place
And at the same time, his homey all up in my nigga T.S. Face
So I’m think we 'bout to squab but then the cops mob
And break it up, now they feelin' like, they did they job
But here they come, back up the street hella deep
Talkin' shit like we wasn’t gon' trip do I took the first hit
And now we squabbin' in the middle of the streets
The odds was 3-on-6, and we still held it down
Except for the one so called homey
Who stood there, held the radio and looked around
And it seems like forever that we fought
But it eventually, came to a halt
So then we hit the park, to discuss what happened
I wake up the next day, these fools is talkin' 'bout cappin' me?
Takin' my life, over a fight, nah that couldn’t be right
Lost sight of where I’m livin', Los Angeles
Where fools ain’t givin' a fuck, stuck in the same place
With decisions to make
Either I kill them, they kill me, or I make an escape
So I took the money that my step pops left me when he passed away
And moved up to the Bay, only to find out
Niggaz gon' have problems, wherever you stay
And it’s been a couple of years
And some of these fools is still trippin' to this day
So I feel I can safely say that on this planet
There ain’t no place like L.A.
(There ain’t no place like L.A.)
Mid-City fool, bitch
Heated, defeated, day after day
Daily survival tactics in L.A.
Traduction des paroles
J'ai eu du mal à me frayer un chemin l'été et maintenant l'album est presque terminé
Mais c'est maintenant que l'équipage commence à s'effondrer
Un par un, nous avons démonté, ce qui sorta ressemble à ma vie
Fallin ' apart, juste devant mes yeux
Alors j'ai fantasmé sur une vidéo, et être en tournée
Pour garder mon esprit hors de mon estomac vide, et dormir sur le sol
Être que je suis fauché, je vole l'épicerie du magasin
Et maintenant il semble que chaque bataille que j'ai tourne au boeuf
Et moi, qui rompt avec le pas de chaleur
Je regarde par-dessus les deux épaules chaque fois que je vais dans la rue
Et juste au moment où je pensais avoir échappé à la défaite
Je suis assis avec mon copain et nous fumons une beadie
Quand ce flic me verra, et il décide de continuer
Un jeune homme noir avec des dreads, ça doit être de l'herbe
Alors il vient avec l'habituel, manque de respect
Mais c'est tout ce que je suis venu à attendre
D'un enculé avec un badge et un complexe de Dieu
Ensuite, il pose des questions, teste ma patience
Découvre que je suis mineur, maintenant il écrit une citation
Me demander de me lever pour être fouillé
Je suis comme «l'Homme de la baise cette»
Puis cette salope de flic m'a arraché par derrière
Je me suis retourné, pour contrer l'attaque
Mais je suis entouré de cinq flics qui n'apprécient pas la réponse
Donc c'est moi qu'ils hogtie, et jeter sur l'asphalte
Je me tiens au-dessus de moi comme si c'était de ma faute
Et maintenant j'ai une affaire devant le tribunal
Et en premier lieu, j'ai à peine eu assez pour survivre
Donc quand la date du Tribunal est arrivée
Je n'en ai pas assez pour un bus
Donc ils me donnent un mandat, défaut de comparaître
La semaine suivante je suis à la jetée avec mon équipage
J'ai vu cet idiot je me suis battu il y a quelques jours
Ne l'avais pas vu dans quelques-uns, j'ai tout quitté pour lui
Il est comme, " mec, nous avons besoin d'une revanche
Mon ego a été rayé»
Et quand je lui dis que de la merde n'est pas gon' arriver
Son partenaire de facilité est allé et a ouvert son piège
Et dites-moi que les chances étaient inégales au lieu de partir