Too $hort — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson All About It
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « All About It » de Too $hort.
Paroles
Now who’s sleeping on the midwest, better get your head checked
Niggas gonnna feel this, even all the rednecks
Bounce to the beat when they hear this shit
I’ve been underground damn near 20 years in the mix
I moved down south cuz old man was wild
My lil homie rapping on, came to show you how
To take my skills and keep paying the bills
Fuck what you’re saying cuz I’m staying real
The young homies keep me on my toes, still got the old flow
Book me in your town and there’ll never be a no-show
Kick it down south where they keeping it crunk
Cuz the niggas down south got they own funk!
You heard about the West Coast, heard about the East Coast
Heard about Miami-base, but what about
Or Kalamazoo, they got MC’s too!
If you come around my crew, you gonna have to say a few
Or you can just get your bitch-ass out
You come to me you can play, sing, rap, no doubt
You got to go, what the fuck is this?
Hip-Hop Culture or the music business?
Bitch, I’m so all about it
I just can’t live without it
Bitch, I’m so all about it
I just can’t live without it
Nigga I’m so all about it
I just can’t live without it
Bitch, I’m so all about it
I just can’t live without it
Nigga I’m so…
(Pimp C):
Bitch it’s all about the indo weed and stacking money
In this land of milk and honey, ain’t a damn thing funny
Let’s put this shit together, Too $hort and Pimp-C
Put niggas on the map from Oakland to P.A.T
(Too $hort):
Chicago and Detroit, Houston, Dallas
Support Short records and you can have this
Funk 'till eternity, folks gotta learn to be together
Cuz we all on the same journey
So as I roll, I’ma look out for you
If I see you do it wrong I take my time and show you
How to get it right, make money every night
Gotta use your brain if you wanna win the fight
East coast, West coast, who got the best flow?
Maybe at your next show, niggas oughta test your
Crowd skills, and check your record sales
Then we’ll find out how you fake as hell
I said it ain’t where you from it’s how you do it where you’re at
Real players from your town all knew that you was whack
Fake nigga in Cali', fake nigga in New York
Small time, you never be bigger than $hort
Now why you trying to front so hard?
You from a gangster town but you is a punk ass mark
Respect don’t come cuz of where you from
Keep it real in your heart from square one
And all you highly influenced followers, on the wrong path
Spitting game to make the motherfucking song last
It’s a shame you can’t make no cash
Everytime we roll out we gotta wait on your ass
You’re just slow, can’t be down with nation wide
Cuz we seriously, trying to get the paper right
Talking bout contracts, cash flow, credit cards, mean cars
Signin lot of that for the next 16 bars
Make a hit, get paid, get laid, what you want
Tellin motherfuckers where you getting all that money from
$hort records now you trying to flip 18's
Got what it takes make a hit, make G’s!
Sweet Jones, the pimp of the year
Riding drop elderado with two carrots in my ear
My baby momma brother put me down with the D
I bought my babe a 'lac and changed my name to Pimp-C
I put the pimping down to the hoes
Now $hort got me rocking on the microphone
And all the trill niggas riding trues and vogues
And all the bitch niggas trying to buy these hoes
Got a bitch try to chip me on my cellular phone
Smelling like 64-dollar cologne
Nigga got mad cuz his bitch chose me
But you just showed you ain’t no real P.I.M.P
Like Kool Mack A Ace and Sir Captain
You ain’t no goldy motherfucker you was acting
And all that punk shit we could do without it
I’m still down with Master P so bitch I’m 'bout it!
(Pimp C):
I dip from city to city, squeezing ass and titties
The head was good, but the pussy was shitty
She just wanna kick it with a rap star
The bitch got freaky, tried to fuck my car!
ATL, the city of bless
Where hoes like to take big dick in they belly
Got two freaks from Decateur wanna lick our sacks
I tried hit you $hort, man where the fuck was you at?
(Too $hort):
Out in Nashville, Tenessee
Bitches in with me for sure
Sipping on the Remy X ho!
With the hoes, last night I did that
Every blue moon I got to pull out my big hat
Do some more shit other niggas can’t do
Like hooking up this funky ass nation wide crew
We come from everywhere, working under one roof
Come through, front, somebody might stump you
With a rhyme or a boot
What you finna do?
Getting blood all over my nigga’s tennish shoe
You better take my advice and get lost fast
Before them boys from Texas, get off in your ass
And it won’t be pretty, if my uncle Frank Middy
Come lookin for you, shooting at you, it gets shitty!
But in your mind you rank higher than me
Put your money in the bank then come wire it to me
Cuz I’ll flip it, while you trying to buy a new car
Find me in the studio signing new stars
Take a hundred thousand dollars make a quick million
Start from the floor and go straight to the ceiling
You hiding from reality, nigga you is a bitch
Niggas like me get used to getting rich
Signing autographs, taking pictures of my fans
Hit the town and take your bitch to my place
She get a bigger and better deal, fucking with me
I heard $hort dog ran up in your freak!
She dissapeared, heard she went to Cali!
Jumped on the plane, and flew the bitch to Maui
Or maybe Atlanta, I got your bitch posted
Popping champagne bottles 'bout to get roasted
Chilling at the house, me and four hoes
Jumped in the jacuzzi ain’t wearing no clothes
(Pimp-C spitting game during the last chorus)
Say $hort can I fuck?
Smoke something bitch
Bitch!
Hol' up
Traduction des paroles
Maintenant, qui dort dans le midwest, il vaut mieux se faire examiner la tête
Niggas gonnna sentir cela, même tous les ploucs
Rebondir au rythme quand ils entendent cette merde
J'ai été souterrain sacrément près de 20 ans dans le mélange
J'ai déménagé dans le Sud parce que le vieil homme était sauvage
Mon petit ami rapper sur, est venu pour vous montrer comment
Pour prendre mes compétences et continuer à payer les factures
Putain ce que tu dis parce que je reste réel
Les jeunes copains me garder sur mes orteils, encore eu le vieux flux
Réservez-moi dans votre ville et il n'y aura jamais de non-présentation
Coup de pied vers le sud où ils le garder crunk
Parce que les négros du Sud ont leur propre funk!
Vous avez entendu parler de la côte ouest, entendu parler de la côte Est
Entendu parler de Miami-base, mais qu'en est-il
Ou Kalamazoo, ils ont aussi des MC!
Si tu fais le tour de mon équipe, tu devras en dire quelques-uns
Ou tu peux juste sortir ton cul de chienne
Vous venez à moi, vous pouvez jouer, chanter, rap, sans doute
Vous avez obtenu d'aller, ce qui la baise est-ce?
La Culture hip-Hop ou le business de la musique?
Salope, je suis tellement tout à ce sujet
Je ne peux pas vivre sans ça
Salope, je suis tellement tout à ce sujet
Je ne peux pas vivre sans ça
Négro je suis tellement tout à ce sujet
Je ne peux pas vivre sans ça
Salope, je suis tellement tout à ce sujet
Je ne peux pas vivre sans ça
Négro je suis tellement…
(Pimp C):
Salope il est tout au sujet de l'indo weed et empiler de l'argent
Dans cette terre de lait et de miel, c'est pas drôle
Mettons cette merde ensemble, aussi $hort et Pimp-C
Mettez des niggas sur la carte D'Oakland à P. A. T
(Trop $ hort):
Chicago et Detroit, Houston, Dallas
Soutenez les dossiers courts et vous pouvez avoir ceci
Funk ' jusqu'à l'éternité, les gens doivent apprendre à être ensemble
Parce que nous sommes tous sur le même voyage
Alors comme je roule, je vais faire attention à toi
Si je vous vois mal faire je prends mon temps et vous montrer
Comment bien faire, faire de l'argent tous les soirs
Tu dois utiliser ton cerveau si tu veux gagner le combat
Côte Est, Côte Ouest, qui a le meilleur débit?
Peut-être que lors de votre prochain spectacle, niggas devrait tester votre
Crowd skills, et vérifiez vos ventes record