Bone Thugs-N-Harmony — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Prisoner
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Prisoner » de Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Paroles
I keep it poppin in the city and it’s harder than the column
Lock it, if not then we gon' do it with the quickness, and the holy 'ah
Swifter with the thought, is they slippery, liberty or not?
I’m stuck up in the prison, religion, and do you see the cause?
Hatin in the temple, we got it, is you ready or not?
As-Salaam Alaikum, can’t break 'em unless the hatin stops
Clockin in the nation, wanted my presence in the séance
God, I’m a play on, mosiac, don’t even say it Okay, no way, 55, no ways
That’s the way we play, all day, all day
Christ, slice the diamonds in the knife
Yes, B.B. I’m the best, most definitely
Hefty, the water is so maximum, then holla back at 'em
«You got 'em Daddy? «We gon' mash on 'em (mash on 'em)
Ghetto harmony, the army in the faction of the masses
Mob Life, Soprano, my nigga with no apples
Baby chill, you know that you gon' be all right
And everything is tight, stars in the sky and a little of the moonlight
Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
Okay I’ll do it for the money, the chains and the bracelets
Caddy coupes and the Maybach too, daily I be chasin it Nigga I’m impatient with it, all the time I’m tryin to get it All about perfect timin, dig it? I’m a giant, you a midget
I could talk or show my digits, put that on my love
You talk about it, we live it, put that on my thug
We thugged out niggaz, from the St. Clair area
Still got bank that’s buried up, these motherfuckers is scared to touch
Rush up on a nigga with the wig split still
Even though these niggaz sue I gotta keep it real
For the house up on the hill, I murda murda kill
That there is where I live, up there we do it big
Protected by Jesus, stand back, back
Artillery shops so stacked up; I be waitin for a nigga to act up My ride down’s a smooth one, these guns man I use them
Most times I got two guns, I’m a burst and I’m a fool son
Now what are you thinkin about, leavin me stranded, I didn’t plan it Fresh Ralph Laurens, umbrellas to limos, still standin
Check the watch baby, wait, I must do business alone
Give me problems when I come home, now you in the zone
I’m makin love, let you know it’s the choices of a dove
Who hardcore? Genesis baby, this is the cov'
Second God and give me immaterial love fo' sho'
No Eve, not an angel in sight, baby you know
When it’s over then it’s over, you can put it on, oh There they go, watchin mental where your spirit and soul
Never been married and my brother’s been murdered, but momma boast
Close the case, then we gone, spend eternity with the Lord
No sentence, no repentance, just clean clothes in the ward
Huh, we in the yard, Allahu Akbar give me the swords
Slap skins with the homie, watchin my mother and child
Worship no cow, Thug love, baby you know my style
Traduction des paroles
Maintenant, qu'est-ce que tu penses, me laisser échoué, Je ne l'ai pas prévu frais Ralph Laurens, parapluies à limousines, toujours debout
Vérifiez la montre bébé, attendez, je dois faire des affaires seul
Donnez-moi des problèmes quand je rentre à la maison, maintenant vous dans la zone
Je suis makin amour, vous faire savoir que ce sont les choix d'une colombe
Qui hardcore? La genèse de bébé, c'est la couv'
Deuxième Dieu et me donner l'amour immatériel fo 'sho'
Non Eve, pas un ange en vue, bébé tu sais
Quand c'est fini alors c'est fini, vous pouvez le mettre, oh là ils vont, watchin mentale où votre esprit et votre âme
Je n'ai jamais été marié et mon frère a été assassiné, mais maman se vante
Clore l'affaire, puis nous sommes allés, passer l'éternité avec le Seigneur
Pas de peine, pas de repentance, juste des vêtements propres dans la salle
Huh, nous dans la Cour, Allahu Akbar me donner les épées
Slap skins avec le copain, watchin ma mère et l'enfant
Culte pas de vache, voyou amour, bébé vous savez mon style