Young Buck — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Look At Me Now
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Look At Me Now » de Young Buck.
Paroles
You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,
Is Gon' Do All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,
But The Things You Go Through In Life, Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!
From The Day I Was Born, I’ve Been Hustle’n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day’s Is Gone
And You Say’d I Wouldn’t Do It, But I’m Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain’t Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don’t Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoe
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don’t Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I’m Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell’s Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga
I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga
And I’m Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge
Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good
From The Day I Was Born, I’ve Been Hustle’n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day’s Is Gone
And You Say’d I Wouldn’t Do It, But I’m Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain’t Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don’t Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed’s, Its Just Me And Some Ted’s
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It To Blow 50 G’s, And Don’t Think Nothing Of It We Show Love, But Won’t Get No Loved Show’d Back
Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?
This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It
I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy
Locked Up And Don’t Know If They Ev’a Coming Home Boy
Time’s Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born
Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More
You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life’s On The Line
My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now
From The Day I Was Born, I’ve Been Hustle’n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day’s Is Gone
And You Say’d I Wouldn’t Do It, But I’m Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain’t Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don’t Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
Now Everybody Got They Hand Out
Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran’d Out
Shorty Don’t Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out
But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth
No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks
Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick
Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole Nother Level
It’s Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto
Ain’t Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid
That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray’d
Everybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It Some Say That I’m Heartless, And Don’t Give A Damn
They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram
This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Have Done To Me From The Day I Was Born, I’ve Been Hustle’n Strong
Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day’s Is Gone
And You Say’d I Wouldn’t Do It, But I’m Proving You Wrong
N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain’t Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don’t Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
Traduction des paroles
Ma Mère Sort Les Briques, Et Tout Mon Clic Légitime
Lil Jimmy à la Fed, C'est juste moi et quelques Ted
On Coupe Des Têtes Pour Acheter Un Morceau De Pain
Les visages de battement chaud, je L'ai vraiment aimé pour souffler 50 G, et ne pense rien de lui nous montrons L'amour, mais ne sera pas obtenir aucun aimé Show'd Retour
Whoa Kimosabi, Quelle Partie Du Jeu Est-Ce?
C'Est Un Fait, Et Mes Blessures De Guerre Sur Moi Peuvent Le Prouver, Mais Regardez Comment Vous M'Avez Fait, Allez Et Montrez-Vous Que Je Peux Le Faire
Je Jure Sollomly De Le Tenir Vers Le Bas Pour Mon Homeboy
Enfermés et ne savent pas S'ils rentrent à la maison
Le temps continue à chatouiller, un autre bébé est né
C'Est Gon ' Passer Par Les Mêmes Choses Que Je Suis Passé Par, Et Plus Encore
Vous vous demandez pourquoi je me bouscule, ma vie est en jeu
Mon Bébé Doit Avoir Du Lait Quand Elle Pleure, Allez Da Maintenant
Depuis Le Jour où je suis Né, j'ai Été en Effervescence'n Forte
Été Strugglin ' depuis un enfant, maintenant leur jour est parti
Et vous avez dit que je ne le ferais pas, mais je vous prouve que vous avez tort
N Ils ont obtenu ils les mains comme je leur dois donc je N'ai pas le temps pour les chamailleries, et portant sur elle Aint trop dans Qui Je ne sais pas
Combien De Fois Dois-Je M'Asseoir Et Grandir
Im Un Jeune Mâle, Mais Encore Assez Pour Savoir Quand Vous Niggas Est Houes
Maintenant Tout Le Monde S'Est Fait Distribuer
Crackhead va cracher ces Millions Jusqu'à ce Qu'ils soient sortis
Shorty ne veut pas Holla maintenant, parce que son homme dehors
Mais La Semaine Dernière Je N'Ai Pas Pu Le Sortir De Sa Putain De Bouche
Pas Où Aller, Ressembler Im Coincé Dans Ces Briques
On Dirait Que Les Bons Meurent Jeunes, Les Mauvais Deviennent Riches Rapidement
Assez De Ce Lemme Vous Amène À Un Autre Niveau Entier
C'est comme arrêter la Police de rouler dans le Ghetto
Rien ne va mieux, mais les factures doivent être payées
L'argent manque et les Tec doivent être pulvérisés
Tout le monde Gotta Grave, nous attendons juste D'y aller peu importe ce que nous faisons, Nous gon ' encore passer par certains disent que je suis sans cœur, et ne se soucient pas un putain