Z-RO — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Keep You Jammin' (S.L.A.B.ed)
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Keep You Jammin' (S.L.A.B.ed) » de Z-RO.
Paroles
Rock, what are you doin
I thought you said you was gon have a track
Ready for me by this afternoon, you know
This here ain’t me, you know dat
I gotta have somethin to keep em jamming
Uh huh, yeah, I’m kinda cold for this shit naw
Its growing on me, lets try this right quick, iight
Come on Rock, let me try it
I’ma keep it jamming the Southside, what the deal
Where the boppas bop, where the tops drop
And the choppers chop, candy paint out the shop
I’ma keep it jamming the Southside, keep it real
?Prenorcamines?, sipping on codeine
While the hoodrats scream, watching diamonds gleam
Too much jealousy, and everybody wanna stop me From doing what I wanna do, been keeping it true
With a chance to lose, my city credibility
That I originated for Screw, when I say Southside
It goes for everybody, sitting below the sun
And whoever thinking this rap shit is done
Nigga guess what, it just begun
Tasters just dropping, choppers still chopping
While they be chopping, your head off
There they go, those who don’t know about a damn thang
Be the first ones, to run they mouth
Hoodrats in the hood fantasizing, about my ice
Fellas want me to drop a verse, but they can’t pay the price
I’d rather be the bitch, a nigga love to hate
And I’ve been the bitch, a nigga love is fake
Its a what in here, why you wanna (hate on me)
Cause our rhyming is tight, the way my (diamonds gleam)
Cl’Che keep you jumping, up out your seat
When its time to run, you crank up the scene
We on light green, so we can ball and parlay
Stuck in Houston, do everyday
So you can sit and feel what I mean, when I say Southside
Everybody sing with me Too many people, be trying to watch a nigga
They setting up road blocks, and trying to stop a nigga
But I’ma represent the Southside, for the hell of a swang
I’m sticking and moving, to cold knock a nigga
3−57, Mack 11 pulling out twenty five
Up in a 12 gauge pump, will keep the party alive
But ain’t no need for the tripping, I’m steady sipping on bar
The marijuana be burning, everytime I flip in a car
Dumping the ash, looking for the law at all times
One deep in the Benz, you wanna plex
I’ll suppose to be jumping your ass, steady punking your ass
A buffalo bayou, a square nigga dumping your ass
Permits for the cash, I’ma get ready for the South
To meg a killa beg, like a bitch
Kinda sound like when Chris Tucker laugh
Thought you was a man, but when the shit hit the fan
You was running down Ridgevan, can you understand
I can go hard on the god damn dank
I can go hard on a god damn drank
Sip a four, sip a eight, sip a pint straight
Let it down, and scrape the plate
You wanna meet the man, and never think you wanna damn
Son of a bitches up in my face, there ain’t no time to waste
I bleed the block like everyday, and put it down in the studio
With Cl’Che, I got too many problems on my mind
And another serial number, on my nine
So if you looking for Z-Ro, come to Ridgemont
When I’m staying and rapping, I’m still on my grind
And like Mafio, by the year two triple O
I’ma come down, in a six double O With green flow, mats on the floe
Candy paint on my do', its bout time for the hook and it go
I’ma keep you jamming, while the beat is slamming
I’ma keep you moving, I’ma keep you grooving
I’ma keep on climbing, make my money grinding
Bumper kit reclining, diamonds blinding, shining
Here I go, and everybody wanna approach me The way I’m flowing, and I what I claim as my click
Down with the Guerilla Maab, and the Z-Ro
On that flipping, sits some say its hard to spit
But its easy to do, when I come knocking but natural to you
Flip you out, how I made flip my style for a while
But I’m representing the Southside, putting it down
Wherever you go, and you jamming this spots
Like Houston on lock, 1.97 on The Box
Banging out your speakers, everytime you crank up Your choppers, and your heaters
I’ma keep you, jamming the Southside
I’ma make you, wanna ride on the Southside
We’ll teach you, how to make your diamonds blind
At the same time, your trunk recline
Popping the trunk, dropping the top and I’m ready to ride
Southside till I die, I gotta be keeping it crunk
Put me on the microphone, and I be wrecking the beat
And at the same time, I’ma be ready to make a seed
And that Guerilla Maab ain’t, fin to be playing with boys
We leaving permanent scars, and steady wrecking the bars
Leave me on the six team, I’m fin to be dominating
Nobody wanna go to war, cause we be going too hard
No more ghetto fame, bout the click that I claim
Worldwide outta state, everybody be yelling my name
Resurrection, all in your motherfucking face
We get the crowd crunk, everytime we step in the place
Keeping em jamming, keeping em bobbing, and keeping em rocking
And I’m the type of nigga, that’d be blowing your speakers out
Without a doubt, you better be coming correct
Ready to wreck, cause this click, done gained they respect
Traduction des paroles
Dans une pompe de calibre 12, gardera la fête en vie
Mais pas besoin de trébucher, je sirote sur le bar
La marijuana brûle, chaque fois que je retourne dans une voiture
Jeter les cendres, à la recherche de la loi en tout temps
Un profond dans le Benz, vous voulez plex
Je suppose que je te sauterai le cul, que je te frapperai régulièrement le cul
Un bayou de buffalo, un nigga carré qui te jette le cul
Permis pour l'argent, je vais me préparer pour le Sud
Pour meg un killa mendier, comme une chienne
Un peu comme quand Chris Tucker rire
Je pensais que tu étais un homme, mais quand la merde a frappé le ventilateur
Tu courais sur Ridgevan, tu comprends
Je peux aller dur sur le putain de dank
Je peux aller dur sur un putain de Dieu a bu
Siroter un quatre, siroter un huit, siroter une pinte droite
Laissez-le tomber, et grattez la plaque
Vous voulez le rencontrer, et ne pensez jamais que vous voulez damner
Fils de chiennes dans mon visage, il n'y a pas de temps à perdre
Je saigne le bloc comme tous les jours, et le pose dans le studio
Avec Cl'CCHE, j'ai trop de problèmes en tête
Et un autre numéro de série, sur mon neuf
Donc, si vous cherchez Z-Ro, venez à Ridgemont
Quand je reste et rappe, je suis toujours sur ma mouture
Et comme Mafio, par l'année deux triple O
Je vais descendre, dans un six double O avec flux vert, tapis sur la banquise
Candy paint sur mon do', son temps de combat pour le crochet et il va
Je vais vous faire brouiller, pendant que le rythme claque
Je vais te faire bouger, je vais te faire Groove
Je vais continuer à grimper, faire mon argent broyage
Kit de pare-chocs inclinable, diamants aveuglants, brillant
J'y vais, et tout le monde veut m'approcher de la façon dont je coule, et je ce que je prétends comme mon clic
A bas la guérilla Maab, et le Z-Ro
Sur ce retournement, se trouve certains disent qu'il est difficile de cracher
Mais c'est facile à faire, quand je viens frapper, mais naturel pour vous
Flip you out, comment j'ai fait flip mon style pendant un moment
Mais je représente le Southside, je le pose
Où que vous alliez, et vous brouiller ce spots
Comme Houston sur lock, 1.97 sur la boîte