Nappy Roots — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson No Idea
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « No Idea » de Nappy Roots.
Paroles
Rozay, rozay, wide tops, rozay
Serve light, bud light, wide tops then hoes say
'60′s, bang it, I don’t shoot, I slang it
'30′s, Pablo, no thanks, just hanging
Shrooms keep me up, shrooms keep me up My blunts catching on fire, damn it, I see red drugs
My eyes may be rolling but damn me, I’m holy
I’m just outside my body, that’s some shit I ain’t controlling
Damn, I think I’m hit, man down, mayday
Damn, I’m drunk as hell, I could tell it must be payday
Bootleg, Billy Four, '93 octane
Smoking on that green crack, sipping lean, quit cocaine
Boom, that’s a tummy ache, tomorrow I’m gonna vomit
Tonight I’m gonna talk shit then hit the streets and run it My date look astonished, I’m just paying homage
Told her love me now 'cause when I come down I plummet
We mobbing, wiping, San Diego, we charging
90 all the way to Boston, fuck the laws, we dodging
Steve Austin, six milli', dead presidential, hood presidential
Hotter than fresh chilly, we conjure out here Billy
Oh really, oh mighty, Lord have mercy, make this worthy
16 bars and flawless verses, ride the wave, don’t fight it Roll it up then light it, mean look but I’m excited
Kick a bad bitch that go both ways, you know a partner’s invited
Vacation, vacation, two bad broads in one location
One in the cut, one on deck, I keep 'em in rotation
Ovation, outstanding, higher the plane I’m landing
These haters wanna see us crash and burn
These motherfuckers can’t stand me In Vegas, Miami, Kentucky raised, I’m fucking paid
I bust a great just like your head, spontaneous, no planning
Call the law, I dare you, we hit the bitch, you murder
Live ain’t fair but don’t blame us, it sucks, nobody ain’t tell you
Yeah, I’m so high I could skydive off the moon
Mister big hit fuck off your afternoon
I got a bag of shrooms and a hoe to suck me like a vacuum do
I’m so off I should rap inside a padded room
Fuck you and your faggot goons
Badabing, badaboom, kick the fucking scabs off the wound
I told that bitch I’m making hip hop back there
Shit ain’t there, I just took the bitch out of tune
Yeah, nigga, million dollar craft, in a U plane, call it Gorbachev
Any minute, bitch, we gonna orbit off
And if the pussy smell bad then my dick gonna solve
Word to my nigga skinny as scales
We put his body in the ocean where amphibians dwell
The grim reaper of rap, I’m a send him to hell
And you the type of nigga that’ll stick his dick in the mail
I am too cool for these niggas
Can go on all day, never change, nigga
Get dough, tryna stack my bread up To the point… adios when I’m out the bitch coochie
Fuck it…
I talk to myself 'cause these niggas all fake
Reptilian, I bet these niggas all snakes
We gonna get cake
Fuck it, let these niggas all hate
Traduction des paroles
Badabing, badaboom, botter les croûtes de la plaie
J'ai dit à cette salope que je faisais du hip hop là bas
Merde est pas là, je viens de prendre la salope de syntoniser
Ouais, mec, un engin à un million de dollars, dans un avion U, appelez ça Gorbatchev
D'une minute à l'autre, salope, on va partir en orbite
Et si la chatte sent mauvais alors ma bite va résoudre
Mot à mon nigga maigre comme échelles
Nous mettons son corps dans l'océan où habitent les amphibiens
La faucheuse du rap, je suis un l'envoyer en enfer
Et vous le genre de mec qui va coller sa bite dans le courrier
Je suis trop cool pour ces négros
Peut continuer toute la journée, ne change jamais, négro
Obtenez de l'argent, tryna empiler mon pain jusqu'au point ... adios quand je suis hors de la chienne coochie
Baise…
Je parle à moi-même parce que ces négros sont tous faux
Reptilien, je parie que ces négros sont tous des serpents
Nous allons gâteau
Putain, laissez ces niggas tous la haine