Busta Rhymes — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix » de Busta Rhymes.
Paroles
C’mon, yeah. villain
C’mon, aight?
I got this side right here
Take this side right there
C’mon do this
Busta Bus
C’mon, aight?
C’mon (here we go) stayin street
Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture
If you ain’t with it bite crotch til it break your jaw
(Your jaw) For tryin to knock us Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers
Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin
While they runnin they face, I’m lettin the plan bake
Formulate, now look at the plot, we got
more and more shit that’s hot, show to rock the spot
Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot
Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer
witcha hoe in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker
You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker
The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
Full of finesse, my congress show progress
Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest
In this rhyme shit we be some of the world’s finest
Your Highness, leavin corny niggaz spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha)
Not a problem my squad can’t fix
Cause we can do, it in the mix
So when you niggaz talk trash, you can get a bust ass
Cause you know we don’t fuck around
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground
When you niggaz talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground,
ground ground, ground ground
This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side
It’s party time, and don’t forget get yours, cause I’ma get mine
(Who dat?) The villain til I’m peelin a million
Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga end
Knowin that the shit is fucked I’m still here to win, cheddar
If you ain’t about it then I think you better
hang the little plot you got, don’t sweat it main
My nigga, my life’s uncut like Kane, real _Raw_
Y’all don’t know shit about Jamal or what I’m in it for:
cash, cars, fly whores and tours
Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits
Them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid
Fall as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickens
I mash for the cash with the click and
rip a show then I’m dippin in the whip and high trippin
While y’all niggaz hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo Accelerate on the gas, move fast
Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your ass
Colorful niggaz, just peep the whole contrast
Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash
Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up Violate, niggaz get they whole SHIT lit up!
Break fool, niggaz know the rules, rob jewels
Champagne bath, throw the Mo-et in the pool
Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain
ridin on the train, I’ma whip a Benz in the rain
Oversized click on the rise so realize we be dem niggaz that dead up all you funny little small fries
The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you Fall Guys
Yo I’m tired of niggaz they full of True Lies
No time. we got the right surprise
Need a new beginnin, need to get a baptise
You need to get a baptise
Word is bond, aiyyo
Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground
Just party to the shit like this c’mon
Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c’mon
You niggaz don’t know my brand new song c’mon
Aiyyo, hear me out y’all, UHH
Yo, and just feel my shit
C’mon bounce what the fuck?
Traduction des paroles
Vous ne savez rien de Jamal ou de ce que je fais:
espèces, voitures, voler des putes et des visites
Fillin ma pipe, sans mess et sans limites
Les autres scrimpin, a la tente gelé glacial
Tomber comme un gimmick, dick lickin Chasin poulets
Je purée pour l'argent avec le clic et
rip un spectacle Alors je suis dippin dans le fouet et haut trippin
Pendant que vous tous niggaz hoppin et skippin je colle le clip, yo accélérer sur le gaz, aller vite
Blast, trouver un pied nigga dans votre cul
Coloré niggaz, juste peep tout le contraste
Flipmode est L'escouade, un flash de nouvelles
Casse ta merde, putain, négro Lève-toi viole, négro allume toute la merde!
Saut de fou, niggaz connaître les règles, rob bijoux
Bain de Champagne, jeter le Mo-et dans la piscine
Nigga a attrapé une putain de tension sur le cerveau
ridin dans le train, je vais fouetter un Benz sous la pluie
Surdimensionné cliquez sur la hausse alors réalisez que nous sommes dem niggaz que mort tout vous Drôle petites petites frites
La franchise, Flipmode damagin vous tous tomber les gars
Yo je suis fatigué de niggaz ils plein de vrais mensonges
Pas de temps. nous avons eu la bonne surprise
Besoin d'un nouveau beginnin, besoin d'obtenir un baptiser
Vous devez obtenir un baptême
Le mot est bond, aiyyo
Au sol, un terrain, a-gr-gr-sol-sol
Tout simplement la fête de la merde comme ça c mon
Juste rebondir à la putain de beat allez
Vous ne connaissez pas ma toute nouvelle chanson
Aiyyo, écoutez-moi y'all, HEU ...
Yo, et juste sentir ma merde
Allez rebondir ce qui la baise?