Tech N9ne — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Regime Killers 2001
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Regime Killers 2001 » de Tech N9ne.
Paroles
I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it’s time to handle business, nigga, lay low
Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It’s mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I’m Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline
What what, I’m too sick for y’all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y’all
In this pitfall I’m on the grind for mine
My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure when we say so My troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die slow
And I still can’t sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'
So don’t push me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie
Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot niggas
Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us Straight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with us Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material
My whole crew ain’t fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas behind me And I be obviously on top of things
With the Regime I’m too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain’t never heard of me Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug music
So peep game and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the flame
Regime
Regime Killer number one, I’m back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na great holes with these
You stay yellin you’se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick
Can’t floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get N9ne ???
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I’m prime time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga back
So I Saafir and tellin me get his shit back
Off with their heads, let them hang high
Caught in their beds, let it die
Tech Neen, I’m a fiend for strings by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, then I scream «Regime!»
Let’s take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob nobody
Cause gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns’ll lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty’s a plague, I rob before I beg
But you don’t expect me to score, times are hard
You’re broke but you’re scared to steal and break a law
You need not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl before I walked but now I’m standin tall on em Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em It’s time for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers start declinin
Yuk threw me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up As I rolled up, the nine Glock get load up For the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold up Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get taped up Kids get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up Then I take up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you don’t wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don’t play dumb, I’m steady gettin money from those that hold up Used to drink weed tea, now my shit robust
Now hold up, car patrolled up It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door Toyota
We splatter brains over crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, it’s not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressin
Like you was strippin down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that’s why we’s on payroll
Regime Life, niggas
Thug rituals
Regime Life
Thug Lord
Regime Life, nigga
Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it Where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and wrap ya, boy
and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that
shit
But until then I’m killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click
You’re still in this shit, «Fuck Yuk, I ain’t feelin his shit'
But fuck you too, you fell off and I’m still in this bitch
Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain that’s sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did ain’t shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, ??? put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke muthafucka out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain’t even from the Big O This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs
Ya bitch
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
Longevity that, huh
Bitch
Regime Life, nigga
Ya bitch!
Traduction des paroles
Négro, ne joue pas stupide, je suis stable gettin argent de ceux qui tiennent Jusqu'à l'habitude de boire du thé de mauvaises herbes, maintenant ma merde robuste
Maintenant, attendez, voiture patrouillée il était 12 Outsidaz dans une Toyota à deux portes
On éclabousse des cerveaux pour du crack
Au tribunal nous sommes encore venus payer le juge Mills Lane
Mec, c'est pas une question
Mon uzi pèse une tonne, vous aurez déshabiller
Comme si vous étiez strippin vers le bas sur Western
Tueurs sur la paie, les poches restent gonflées
Les cœurs restent froids, c'est pour ça qu'on paie
Régime de Vie, niggas
Thug rituels
Régime De Vie
Thug Seigneur
La vie de régime, négro
Maintenant, où les soldats de plomb à l'? Les voilà, pas vrai chea
Attrapez ces salopes, tuez ces négros, les voilà, regardez-les où ils jouent les soldats? Les voilà, pas vrai chea
Garder les chiennes, les tuer niggas, là, ils vont, regarder d'Obtenir que bitin-cul rappeur, veux être acteur
Faux Négro de basket-ball non-playin qui a été lâché des Raptors
Je te crache au visage et je te gifle, mon garçon
Avec un .38 kidnappez-vous, mon garçon
Dugtape et enveloppez-vous, mon garçon
et flash ay, garçon
Lascerate et trash ya, garçon
Mash ya, garçon, je déteste maître P comme Pasteur Troy
Honte à ce mec d'avoir essayé de voler un nom à un mec
L'homme de la crème glacée a mis des flammes à un négro
Je me suis dit que maintenant ce mec a été cassé un peu scrilla pour voler ça
merde
Mais d'ici là je vais tuer cette salope
Tout ce que vous avez Est Snoop Dogg et Mystikal dans votre clic
Et tous les autres muthafuckas sont comme Mystikal - dans votre clic
Tu es toujours dans cette merde, "Fuck Yuk, Je ne me sens pas dans sa merde'
Mais va te faire foutre aussi, tu es tombé et je suis toujours dans cette salope
Prêt à arracher la putain de tête d'un méchant qui est malade
Mes raps brûlent comme la ghonorrhée, ont besoin de pénicilline pour cracher
Le Seigneur voyou, Ayatollah, feu la flamme
Rappeurs fatigués dans le jeu, Faire em retraite à nouveau
Baise or, baise platine, négro, j'ai fait cette merde
En 95 et 96, ce que tu as fait n'est pas de la merde
Les négros font du triple platine, négro, font de la merde amazine
De la merde de sourcil-risin et quitte hatin, salope
Comment t'es un Mac quand tu bats des houes?
Au vidéos donner un bad-ass chienne un nez sanglant
Négro, ??? Je t'ai mis en 84
Vous étiez un crackhead dans des vêtements sales avec des flux dopefiend
Cassé muthafucka hors livin sur skid row
Négro, toi de L. A., tu n'es même pas du Big O Cette année, les négros de salope vont avoir le leur
Vous swingin de mes couilles, pourquoi vous là-bas sentir mes poils de bite
Ya chienne
Et Dru vers le bas, le vrai Mack de l'année, ya chienne-ass nigga
La longévité, hein
Salope
La vie de régime, négro
Ya chienne!