Bone Thugs-N-Harmony — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Down '71 (The Getaway)
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Paroles
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat
Man put that shit out man
You ain’t 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat, man they got my nigga
Man that shit ain’t cool man
Okay, order in the court
The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C601999
Will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?
No man
You know the muthafucka did it Well, the court sentences you to death by electric chair
We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my guage on 'em
When the po-po chase
If they catch me barehanded I’m done
Rip’s gripping the six shot pump so spill it Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Little Layzie blew his head off
Get him up and get up The bullets they start to get lit up Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double glock 'n
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway
From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and
I’m bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell
And it ain’t no telling where the coppers be dwelling
One had spotted me pick up ah piece and shot a me But I practice what I preach
And see that these slugs up in his body got him
Run wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun
Hit the bend oh what the dum, dum I got yum, yummed on the dead end
They set in then they lead in They wanting me off in the coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious
From the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so wid no parole
In the hole but I won’t budge
Sent me to deathrow
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip’ll be sittin' mindless never spineless in silence
Hoping I die fast but chill
Never do sleepa gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya Bailin' on ah mission flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in Betta think again it’s a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge wid that Mack-10
Little nigga Rip had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops
Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double glock
Back from hell and ready to bail
Time to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my nigga fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I’ma go inside the squad
Gettin' ready for the rumble
When I heard them mumbles
Pullin' me guage in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshots
Cause them can’t fade me guage
Gotta bust them souls in the grave
So I’m buckin' them straight to the pave can’t be saved
I’m bucking little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10
Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s sawed off eruptions got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction I’m bustin'
'Cause I’m making that getaway bound to getaway
Niggas got to escape and it’s never to late
When you dash and tryna' break
Nigga just can’t test the bone fate
We steadily runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barricaded
And I pulled ah grenade tossed to the door let it explode
And we made it creepin' in the courtyard
So Krayzie feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie’s Tech-9 bullets humming
Well, it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into another jam
Well, I’d love to see them boys get theyself outta this one
Soon as I went in the smoke rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage can’t let go They done labeled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow
Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my niggas trail
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell
It’s all over now
How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher
Won’t be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
Tech millimeter somebody done pull the alarm now it’s on Slaughterin' Bone sprayed off the tech
Gotta let 'em know which way was on We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what’s up Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up We steady bucking steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
All we was thinking is don’t get caught
Nigga like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs put 'em in the mud
And all across my face was the red that lay in blood
Dodging the who make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing back on wid my troops
I’m runnin' wid 4 crazy niggas
That’s down wid they niggas they ain’t scared to shoot
Now I’m rolling no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone we load glocks
And squeeze say ‽Fuck all these road blocksâ€
Busted ah you then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the button
That boy came out the trunk and
Put it in drive see that souljah boy bucking
Back in the other direction
Po-po came quick then heat up Niggas blast at each other
Open up they doors and they get they feet up I jumped outta the car had to jump over the hood
'Cause I’m headin' straight for the woods
So the niggas they follow behind me We getaway smooth ah nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Wait until midnight till we ride out
Hit ah car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got fried out fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go
Traduction des paroles
Playa hatin ' cul muthafuckas homme baise dat
L'homme que de la merde homme
Vous n'êtes pas posé pour être smokin 'no muthafuckin' weed au tribunal
Mec baise dat, mec ils ont eu mon mec
L'homme que de la merde n'est pas cool man
OK, ordre dans le tribunal
Les gens par rapport Bone Thugs N Harmony
Numéro de dossier C601999
Sera le défendeur veuillez vous lever
Avez vous quelque chose à dire à ce sujet
Avant de condamner Bizzy Bone?
Aucun homme n'
Vous savez que le muthafucka l'a bien fait, le tribunal vous condamne à mort par chaise électrique
On a dû les faire monter avec deux voyous
Runnin ' côte à côte wid numéro un
Murda Mo laisse tomber ma jauge sur eux
Quand le po-po chase
S'ils m'attrapent à mains nues c'est fini
Rip saisit la pompe à six coups alors renversez le cuivre laissant le plomb
Cuivre pensé qu'il m'avait pris
Le petit Layzie lui a soufflé la tête
Levez-le et levez les balles ils commencent à s'allumer numéro un meilleur départ duckin 'wid ah gun déjà buckin'
Buste me plomb sur le double glock ' n
Où les démons roulent pour rocks ' n
Cette escapade parfaite
Des cochons quand je pèle et je frappe les clôtures
Rippin' jusqu'à la tranchée et
Je suis puisage alors qu'ils suiveur
Mieux en enfer qu'en cellule
Et on ne sait pas où les flics habitent
On m'avait repéré ramasser ah morceau et a tiré un moi Mais je pratique ce que je prêche
Et voir que ces limaces dans son corps l'ont eu
Run wid fumée venant du canon ah Me gun
Frapper le coude oh ce que le dum, dum j'ai eu yum, yummed sur l'impasse
Ils se sont installés puis ils sont entrés ils me voulaient dans le cercueil
Les flics de partout hurlaient et se lamentaient j'ai perdu connaissance
Du stompin ' prenant ah perte et se réveiller dans le cercueil
Et sans aucun stallin'
Cellule j'ai été jeté pour être traduit en justice à l'aube
En regardant dans les yeux d'un juge
Il savait où mettre ce voyou
Fait pour être si wid pas de libération conditionnelle
Dans le trou mais je ne bougerai pas
M'a envoyé à deathrow
Watchin ' le temps par Fly passé