Brotha Lynch Hung — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Xcaliber
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Xcaliber » de Brotha Lynch Hung.
Paroles
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I’m gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I’m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)
It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E And see E-A-R-double-O-E… … … (??)
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacket at Cuz that’s the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes
It was the pressure from the twenty gage (the twenty gage)
Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it Well nigga you should when I’m round talkin that shit
Bout the nigga that’s my kin-folks
Should’ve known the deal while you was givin out that info…
…mation, I’ll be of that Parry Mason
When I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up Real deal, dig em' a ditch, then take they grip
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey
like that band that steppin over dead people
It’s like that, and you wouldn’t know it cuz I’ma cool ass mufucca
Done delt witt a gang of succas
as I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper
Gotta whole load fulla Evian
and a trunck fulla FO take no’s and I can’t let go Catch you at yo show slippin
Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my heat
off the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga
Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Split you head like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox
I mean Lift you out your sox
Pay attention to the Clock
Its like Half pass a niggas ass lay em in the grass take suitcase fulla cash
and mash
16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half
Bloody bath watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I think him
name is Tyrone
But you know…
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I’m gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I’m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)
You can call me black Sadam Huseain
Pump St Idees through my vein ass nigga
You can see me on the southside of the street
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the city
Get ready for some pretty if you sicc like Frank Nitty
Sucked blood from my momas tittie — instead of milk
Played murda muzicc in my tape deck — instead of Silkk
End up killen one of them motherfuckers
So fuck them hoes, they like Grim
havin killin niggas like they gots to go woke up at 3 am — got high til seven
Jumped in my what you ma call it headin throughwards heaven, whit my 50 sacc of some shit, that’ll make you get there
About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty,
I’m worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game
In a mainframe, that I ruffed n bucked away, then hit the plane
15 guts on a tripple beam scale nigga
acual contact from the strap that I hale nigga
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I’m gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I’m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)
They got this motherfucker twisted up And from the sound of the barrle I got hella motherfuckers runnin up What should I do about these fuckin fleas?
Give em all they want and put they seeds in they weed
Figga a way out this nigga I know you got me in file
But I got you on scanner so plan anotha way (anotha way)
Told me it was (?Coda steady?)
But I catch you slippin like pimpin
and shake bankin like (?Trail Leonard?)
Hit your mind workin these swine
tripp time get’s deepa as you meat the Grim reapa
in the form of a man double M 24 5 got your brains leaking I’m peakin
That’s why these nigga wanna rip keep me
I’m rollin squeeky and what you ma want call it witta .45 in my pocket and I’m a young alcoholic
Like P-Folks I had to make it happen
Sacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, cuz of that
My favorite cousin just go four years
And when his little brotha died he showed me no tears
your point is shit get deep as the ocean
Take a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like lotion
It was like: once apon a time a long time ago
I was sticken 9 milis in a pussy hole
Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a spot
when they don’t know I’m the leath nigga given up my info
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don’t know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I’m gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I’m swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)
Traduction des paroles
Cet enculé n'arrêtait pas de renifler pour des marchandises
Mettez le plastique dans sa bouche l'arrière de son cou gauche
Et tu ne connais pas nuthin mais la killa doit partir
Avant 4h30 du matin, je suis parti dans le 6-Tre
Avec les fenêtres, il a dû y avoir du gin dans la tasse
Parce que je suis embardée dans la voie rapide doit être spinnin em up
(X-caliba *echo*)
Tout a commencé quand j'ai tordu le couvercle de L'Olde E Et Voir E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??)
Où ma putain de veste siccmade à Cuz c'est la seule que je pouvais utiliser
Quand je vous ai vu à la guerre, oui quand j'ai levé-vous de vos chaussures
C'était la pression du vingt gage (le vingt gage)
J'avais l'impression que ça pourrait te casser la poitrine whide open wit it eh bien mec tu devrais quand je suis ronde parler de cette merde
Bout le négro qui est mes parents
J'aurais dû le savoir pendant que tu donnais cette info…
je serai de Parry Mason
Quand je les frappe tous, je les ramperai tous, je les tuerai tous, je les remplirai tous, Je creuserai un fossé, puis je les saisirai
Mettez-les à L'arrière de la Cadillac montrez - leur comment mon Mini-Mac va agir
Ma tactique est mortelle
Quittez toute la ville Hella smokey
comme ce groupe ce steppin sur les morts
C'est comme ça, et vous ne le sauriez pas parce que je suis cool cul mufucca
Fait delt witt une bande de succas
en attendant que la ville se réchauffe comme un piment
Je dois toute la charge fulla Evian
et un trunck fulla FO prendre non et je ne peux pas laisser aller vous attraper à yo show slippin
Houes trippin, lignes rippin dans la rue après que je chauffe ma chaleur
débranchez-vous avec cette merde siccmade, négro fait droit
Putain, Passe - moi la liqueur de dentelle droite au visage négro
Hors du Tonnerre Burger et Kool-Aid et O 8
Facile sur le foie encore me faire tuer un mec
Split vous la tête comme un ananas
Mourir naturel!
Cinq à votre dôme envoyez les à la maison dans une pinebox
Je veux dire vous sortir de vos sox
Attention à l'Horloge
Son comme la moitié passer un niggas cul lay em dans la grass prendre valise fulla espèces