Bubba Sparxxx — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson New South
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « New South » de Bubba Sparxxx.
Paroles
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
To all it was
All it is And all it shall be New South
Uh, yeah, yeah
I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions
The heart for humility, that ego perplexes
Strength, will and honor, a hero’s possessions
On the road to destiny I need no directions
Far to Southerners, the best man the winner
And only this morning does the best man remember
Fighters seen the weak, more success than inventors
And a saint never ever suffers less than a sinner
But I’m proud to admit that this shit no longer
Phases or amazes me, I only grow stronger
At any given moment this world can so long ya Box you up, drop you in the dirt and slow song ya So every blessed minute I’m breathin
I’m conceivin, for when I do perish, reasons for your grievin
That’s not to say I plan on leavin here this evening
I’ll be in Honolulu with Steven next season
Dear God, left, right
Life will pass by Breathe in, exhale
I scream, you yell
New South! (New South!)
New South! (New South!)
Ew, a ew, (break it down)
Ew, a ew (break it down)
And we gonna rush 'em with a blitz on this
Go round the world and hit every other upper scale and project brick with it Bubba Sparxxx who meet with the Organized Godly beat
Man it’s funny how God can be when you work hard to achieve
It’s still slaw nigga (*vocal scratch*), spittin that Pac liquor
This is straight up pocket party, your summer that not nigga
classical rhymes got most cats tryna battle with Ken
Bet they won’t «go up shit creek without they paddle again»
Come down to my town, bet you won’t visit Athens again
And I write that hard har, roll like I got crack in my pen
But since your so happy that things go exactly as planned
Don’t clack if we land, then it’s crack a lackin again
Then most of these clowns up outta the pay
All I need is a stout, clean your coolatta and day
And the day that I’m able to finally get outta the game
What this hip hop has become is what the New South gotta change
Bring it back
What difference does it make, who I’m affiliated with
Cause if you love 'em, how could you have really hated this
All the groundbreakin these hillbilly maders did
Wasn’t no room for +Bubba Talk+ until we made it did
I flow for Jimmy Mathis on that bus route daily
And for momma June and all she fuss about lately
I’m a get it white, if your hairless for Governor
I’m tellin y’all the yanks ain’t prepared for this southerner
C-Dub certified, DF, dignitary
Beat Club, they applaud, New South, visionary
In spite of the efforts y’all made to pigeon hole me I rose from the pig shit without a smidgen on me At 15, 90, Adam’s drive makin miracles
For these many much, yes and everyday is pivotal
I’m no entertainer so what I say is literal
You say you «New South», faker tat it on your genitals
Traduction des paroles
Ce que ce hip hop est devenu Est ce que le nouveau Sud doit changer
Ramener
Quelle différence cela fait-il, avec qui je suis affilié
Parce que si tu les aimes, comment aurais-tu pu vraiment détester ça
Tout le groundbreakin ces hillbilly maders a fait
Il n'y avait pas de place pour + Bubba Talk + jusqu'à ce que nous l'ayons fait
Je coule pour Jimmy Mathis sur cette ligne de bus tous les jours
Et pour maman June et tout ce qu'elle fait ces derniers temps
Je suis un obtenir blanc, si votre glabre pour le Gouverneur
Je vous dis que les Yankees ne sont pas préparés pour ce Sudiste
C-Dub certifié, DF, dignitaire
Beat Club, ils applaudissent, New South, visionnaire
En dépit des efforts que vous avez tous faits pour me trou de pigeon, je me suis levé de la merde de porc sans un smidgen sur moi à 15, 90, le lecteur d'Adam makin miracles
Pour ces nombreux beaucoup, oui et tous les jours est essentiel
Je ne suis pas un artiste donc ce que je dis est littéral
Vous dites que vous «Nouveau Sud», faker tat sur vos organes génitaux