Brother Ali — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Star Quality
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Star Quality » de Brother Ali.
Paroles
Yo it’s the Ox in the flesh, of course I’m fresh
Yes, I’m livin for the funk like I was Lord Finesse
Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess
Had a few things left to get up off of my chest
Like I’m, facing the fact that I’m not, what my mom wanted
Only gold plaque that I got, had the Qu’Ran on it
I fliped your eviction notice over, wrote a song on it Like to hear it, here it go, light your spirit, clear your soul
If I would’ve known that tonight was Ladie’s Night
I would’ve stopped and swabbed my balls with the baby whipe
In the van, Hold your sorry little life in my hand
Watch me toss it in the sky and swing right for the stands
Battling me is like trying to ride your bike in the sand
I’ma eat one more helping, then I’m, whiping my hands
And you frustrated rappers, must hate the fact
That I walk in first class, have so much ladies gaspin for breath
Tryin to catch me, with the ass and the chest
I ain’t tryin to be rude lady, I’m just passin a test
Got enough hastle and stress, with one woman cashing my cheques
I’ll take the compliment and pass on the sex
We like
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there
You ain’t hardcore, you soft more than Shamar Moore
In a tight shirt sayin 'Let's slow this train down ya’ll'
You stink hoes, spills a whole, lot of nothing
Got the nerve to look Ox in the eye, you got it coming
While your woman nod her face to the beat, you tasting defeat
Whiping the waste from my cleets, between the space in your teeth
Erogation, facial features all hung down
That little dumb frown is perfect for salt water to run down
Talk harder to some clowns, cause they need it rough
Make sure they never sleeping deep enough to dream of beating me, what
My styles a little belligerent, isn’t it?
Considerin that Im belittling them, with little more then
My pad and my pen and my sediments
Weither its your chorus scratching, or wack track blasting,
Your whole approach to rapping, is ass crack backwards
Cats’ll see me in the spot and act salty
Stressing you save hip hop, you can’t even save a wack party
We like
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there
And the preachers say
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
And the choir say
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
And the preachers say
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
And the choir say
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
Brother Ali is Two Hundred, Fifty Pounds of Piss and Vinegar
Few try to sit me down, they missing limbs and
I got nothing on, but a lifestyle, black tuxedo
An Arethra Franklin record, and Im rockin Captain Ego like
'Dun Dadda, Shit, Ya Done Poppa'
There’s only three reasons Ali would need a Ramada
One; to move the bowels, two; to steal the towels
Three; Shave, shower, pray for my spiritual power
I can handle this, if my man Ant would just
Give me a chance to splatter some antics across his canvisses
Damage is unavoidable at this point
I twist joints till they pop lock, too loud and get ya knot rocked (?)
Im too proud to let you hop scotch through
The section of the Earth that I occupy, without making you testify
Best that I could do for you, is ingore you
Cause Id probably conquer you if I explore you
Words from the Brother.
We like
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there on Star Quality
Brother Brother Brother, how ya making 'em get down
Come, straight to your town, vibrating the ground
Keep the people out there scared, of making a sound
Thats our policy, we step out there
And the preachers say
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
And the choir say
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
And the preachers say
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
And the choir say
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
«Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
Traduction des paroles
Ce petit froncement de sourcils muet est parfait pour que l'eau salée coule
Parlez plus fort à certains clowns, parce qu'ils en ont besoin
Assurez - vous qu'ils ne dorment jamais assez profondément pour rêver de me battre, quoi
Mes styles un peu belliqueux, n'est-ce pas?
Considerin que je les rabaisse, avec un peu plus alors
Mon tampon et mon stylo et mes sédiments
Weither c'est votre grattage de refrain, ou le dynamitage de piste loufoque,
Toute votre approche de Rapper, est crack cul en arrière
Les chats vont me voir sur place et agir salé
Stressant que vous sauvez le hip hop, vous ne pouvez même pas sauver une fête farfelue
Nous aimons
Frère frère frère, comment tu les fais descendre
Venez, directement à votre ville, vibrant le sol
Gardez les gens là-bas peur, de faire un bruit
C'est notre politique, Nous marchons là-bas sur la qualité des étoiles
Frère frère frère, comment tu les fais descendre
Venez, directement à votre ville, vibrant le sol
Gardez les gens là-bas peur, de faire un bruit
C'est notre politique, nous n'
Et les prédicateurs disent
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
Et la chorale dit
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
Et les prédicateurs disent
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
Et la chorale dit
"Oh Ah Hey, Oh Ah Hah»
Frère Ali est deux cents, cinquante livres de pisse et de vinaigre
Peu essaient de m'asseoir, ils manquent des membres et
Je n'ai rien sur, mais un style de vie, smoking noir
Un disque Arethra Franklin, et Im rockin capitaine Ego comme
'Dun Dadda, Merde, Tu As Fini Papa'
Il n'y a que trois raisons pour lesquelles Ali aurait besoin D'un Ramada
Un; pour déplacer les entrailles, deux; pour voler les serviettes
Trois; raser, douche, prier pour mon pouvoir spirituel
Je peux gérer ça, si mon Homme Fourmi
Donnez moi une chance d'éclabousser quelques pitreries à travers ses canvisses
Les dommages sont inévitables à ce stade
Je torsade les joints jusqu'à ce qu'ils se verrouillent, trop fort et te faire un nœud secoué (?)
Je suis trop fier pour te laisser passer du scotch
La partie de la terre que j'occupe, sans vous faire témoigner
Le mieux que je puisse faire pour vous, c'est de vous ingore