Buddha Monk — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson East Side Story
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « East Side Story » de Buddha Monk.
Paroles
Allah is god, we came here to travel
And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.
We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence
And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your
Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die
In your own inequity. I want yall to feel me.
Let allah take this path to teach the truth to those
Who do not know themselves.
Heat like a pressure cooker
Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams
Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization
Im 5% of the original nation who know the truth
The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded
Like rust on bumpers of old chevys from 1962
I used to cop em, but I had to drop em Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound
Like the saint, remember who I am
I might just rob the bank in your town
Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street
Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat
Fallin out the windows of east new york
Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork
Yo, pictures record my wonder years
The narrator, I write like diaries and journals
Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy
Mentally takes you out your zone, Im livin un-satisfied
My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm
More suedes clarks, the fonz is poetry, islam is science
Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants
Everydays the same palace shit like the total thumper
Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted
Advantage, presto, dont settle for less, strictly quality garments
Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes
Constitution, precious moments in her life
From stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast
Yo, this lifes full of savagery and the devils still after me I drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee
Im still hurtin from the shit the devils still servin
It feels like a sayonce, but Im trapped in chaos
Yo, me, oh, my its chaos, livin in my hive
Back up, back up, for this time you must die
Ive watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives
Takin half a niggas pie, enemies in disguise
Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies
Yo, my fams royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert
Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil
We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil
Where all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at?
Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that
Bein broke gave me the ice grill, if I cant smoke, I might ill
Fight a dyke for tryin to steal
>from all my niggaz who cant grab, aint no fun robbin and cant brag
Cop grams and hand bags
Thats like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path
Tryin to road block the road to riches
If you got somethin, maintain what you go left
Cuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death
Yo, this dreamll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam
Lifes a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off
Who was your man and bet this, Im reckless on your high styles check list
I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours
But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal
Aint no peace, young ones blasted by the beast
Im from the east where each and every teach
Youll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell,
Right?
It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start
A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the l sparks
You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high societys
Made us, fuck what you say, they played us 9 servants, but feelin better when Im goin for life
In my mans ride, thats yo man, right?
You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so bright
Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price
Yo, whats wrong with you? m-o was known for jig-able
You had a crew, especially known to kill for you
Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue
How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues
Thats why I sing this song, Ill keep holdin on It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms
His lifes pathetic for my man nine, dont even sweat it Ima help ya ass out, no need for things, but dont forget it Cuz maybe on this cross road, I could take this same load
And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold?
…nigga!!!
Traduction des paroles
Allah est Dieu, nous sommes venus ici pour voyager
Et dites la vérité à ceux qui ne se connaissent pas.
Nous faisons la connaissance à everythin dans notre existence
Et de dépenses de suite la vérité. si vous cannnot stand sur votre
Deux pieds, ce qui doit être fait? rien, vous mourrez
Dans votre propre iniquité. Je veux que yall me sente.
Qu'allah prenne ce chemin pour enseigner la vérité à ceux qui
Qui ne se connaissent pas.
Chauffer comme un autocuiseur
Hard-boiled, comme un œuf, fou qu " ils over-looked ya Putain, merde ne va jamais droit pour un nigga comme moi tous mes complots et schémas rêves à peu près brisés
Forcé de réévaluer Ma situation, la réalisation
Im 5% de la nation d'origine qui connaissent la vérité
Les jeunes de nos jours sont codés par couleur, les esprits érodés
Comme de la rouille sur les pare chocs de vieilles chevys de 1962
J'avais l'habitude de les flic, mais je devais les déposer à bord d'un sol fragile, mais j'erre toujours dans l'enceinte
Comme le saint, rappelez-vous qui je suis
Je pourrais braquer la Banque de votre ville
Je suis allé de sleepin dans des caisses sur quincy street
Ne jamais avoir un réfrigérateur plein de nourriture à manger
Fallin par les fenêtres de l'est de new york
Était la connaissance, understandin quand je stoppin manger du porc
Yo, les photos enregistrent mes années merveilleuses
Le narrateur, j'écris comme des journaux intimes et des journaux
Layin avec la chienne trop, swimmin dans les piscines de la chatte
Mentalement vous emmène dans votre zone, Im livin non satisfait
Mes yeux veulent voir des lingots d'or dans ma paume
Plus suedes clarks, le fonz est la poésie, l'islam est la science
Projet crevettes éparpille les motifs, Fouets et tyrans
Tous les jours la même merde de Palais comme le total thumper
La deuxième fois sur cette planète, les choses ont pris pour acquis
Avantage, presto, ne pas se contenter de moins, strictement qualité vêtements
Yo, exercez votre droit de porter les armes, paix pour saluer les prostituées
Constitution, moments précieux dans sa vie
De stark 8, éternelle est la vie, extrêmement rapide
Yo, cette vie pleine de sauvagerie et les diables encore après moi je bois bacardi pour libérer l'esprit, puff arbres dans le tipi noir