Redman — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Tonight's Da Night
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Tonight's Da Night » de Redman.
Paroles
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
around the planet, pack em in like Janet
Jackson, she’s askin if I can slam it
I’m…
Yo yo Redman! Man what the FUCK man?
Get the FUCK off that. punk smoov shit man!
Get with that ROUGH shit man, you know how we do!
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nine
by the waistline, kickin the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta, show them motherfuckers what I’m after
I’m after the gold, then after that the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
It’s the Redman on the funk thang
Psyche, you’re motherfuckin right, tonight’s the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been ejected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don’t front
on the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped
I’m not a addict, more like Puff than Magic
Then pass it when I’m through cause my crew gots to have it I don’t claim to be a big rap star
cause no matter who you are, you’ll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I’m sayin
Cause tonight’s the night and me and my niggaz ain’t playin
Fat black bitch! Nasty.
bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
with them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin ass.
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker!
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smoov shit, I get down wit the boom bip
like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe’s kick
But tonight’s the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike’n’Ike’s
Hanging out wit my niggaz, my niggaz
The keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway
Blunt system pumps cause it’s Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
cause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do Like cursin out my window at a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
and watch the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, make ya speakers pop
That’s the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
jump, jump, jump. jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
cool romantic, more Slick=er than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smoov shit
cause Red ain’t down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run
Nasty fuckin greenthumb Jolly Green niggaz
Tango mango, pickin havin ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin
Jack of Spades, boots havin
Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You…
Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man
Turn this shit off, G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?
Traduction des paroles
Je garde le 40 entre mes genoux, coolin, rollin sur l'autoroute
Pompes du système émoussé parce que c'est vendredi
Rouler pour ramasser mes garçons, nous soulevons beaucoup de bruit
parce que, nous pouvons faire ce noir, donc obtenir le bozack jack
Rappelez-vous, je fais le type de mal que les hommes font comme cursin par ma fenêtre à une chienne et son ami aussi
Alors augmentez le volume d'un cran
et regardez le ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, faire des haut-parleurs ya pop
C'est le funk, quand il pompe, il rend votre croupe
sauter, sauter, sauter. sauter, sauter, sauter
Mais si vous voulez voir une mouche mais frénétique
cool Romantique, plus lisse=er que mon homme Rick
Tu ferais mieux de vérifier les pages jaunes sous Smoov shit
parce que Red n'est pas tombé pour les conneries
Niggaz baisée en me laissant faire un album (Comment se fait-il grossier bwoy?)
Pour monter sur le micro et laisser mon putain de style courir
Méchant putain de greenthumb Jolly Vert niggaz
Tango mangue, pickin havin cul
Méchant maladie épileptique fou havin cul
Johnny Cash, afro havin
Valet de Pique, bottes havin
Tony Danza, chaussures wearin cul!
B-b-B-noir à la demande populaire, je développe
Ma main au micro et laisser ma bouche botter le flim flam
Je fais l'amour, je suis épave, je souffle des émoussements fous
Je suis vexé, je casse le cou, frappe les fronts d'or, crétin
Vous…
Yo, Merde, yo éteins cette merde mec
Eteins cette merde, G Boom le nouveau record, knahmsayin?