Chamillionaire — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Switch Styles
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Switch Styles » de Chamillionaire.
Paroles
As we get on the proceedings this evening
Ha-ha, it’s Koopa nigga, it’s Koopa nigga
ay man switch styles man, stay switching styles
You know I’m tal’n bout, switch everything nigga
Paint switching, no teams
We ain’t switching teams baby, ha already
It’s Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go yeah
I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa’s Klan with us, and did some sh. I can’t discuss
They was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you handle us Pull the door knob on the ceiling, cause I’m about to handle up Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what
If she sipping that’s a plus, but not that Crys' cause that’s for us Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that’s a must
Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck
Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that’ll shock
I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, like I’m Pac
Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not
No warrants when the laws pull up behind, I’ma stop
Princes cuts the size of a window, I’ma wind down my watch
Pussy passenger still mad, cause I’m rewinding on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks
Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder
(*mumbling*), my verse sound like a mumble
Onlookers wonder, if I’m level headed or humble
Till I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh
Back that I’m Israel, I’m Istanbul I’m thinking Pakistani
Foreign cars no I’m dressing up, cause the only gator comes after Navi
Students getting out of barber school, graduating they getting happy
All my hoes got longer hair, than Cuz of It on the Adams Family
Sixty inch T.V. screen, I could view from the side angle
In my crib you’ll get lost, it’s like the Bermuda Tiangle
Said I’d knew you’d be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool
When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
Your c.d. packages showing up, laughing after it’s blowing up Think I’m playing by my pistol, until I’m smacking it over ya Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia
St. Lunatics say it’s tipped, for me that pimp is the drill
While she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel
Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it’s missing a wheel
Cause I’m a Texas tycoon, flat T.V. screens in my room
So many flakes in my paint, say I need Vidal Sassoon
Fish in the fish tank gon sip drank, yeah they’ll be leaning by noon
And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to clean my lagoon
Won’t see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
I’m popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping
Looked in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing
Let me see one… two…three, my bad I’m tripping
Kinda look like I’m Cripping, when my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I’m claiming that too
Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain’t never changing from Screw
Seen the slugs that you spittin at me, I mean the slugs that you missin at me Seen you and you ain’t getting at me, man the game is really getting crappy
ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Lil' Scrappy
I don’t wear no throwbacks, cause the trend is really getting tacky
Commercial won’t hurt you, cause that’s gon get you mo' cash
But spend that cash on security, cause we gon whip your ass
Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple
(*talking*)
Ha-ha (ha-ha), that was a good one
That was a good one, ha-ha
I told you you don’t want problems, you didn’t believe it Go get a bodyguard, cause you’re gonna need it We’re gonna bomb you, worse than Osama
Get it in your head, nigga I tried to warn ya All these boys acting like, they be getting do'
But you can’t hide the truth, a real baller gon know
All these boys acting like, they ain’t really hoes
But you can’t hide the truth, a real nigga gon know
All these boys acting like, they can call a stone
Let’s break these boys off, and let em know we got it so-o-o-o-o-wed
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah — 3x
Hey I’m fins to do my thaaaang, hey I’m repping Color Chaaaange
Hey we fins to do our thaaaang, hey I’m repping Color Chaaaange
(*talking*)
We gon slap box, soon as we done
That shit was no test, let’s see who gets the most hits to the head
I’ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga would
Let the motherfucker touch me, I’m gon smack the shit out of him
I ain’t no fucking punk, nigga you better get that-aaah hold up Oh shit (*gun shot*)
Traduction des paroles
Dans mon berceau, vous vous perdrez, c'est comme le Tiangle des Bermudes
J'ai dit que je savais que tu serais un roi, alors Hakim est ce que je t'ai nommé
J'ai dit à ma mère merci, maintenant le Roi est ce que je prétends fou
Quand il s'agit de ce jeu de rap nigga, passionné pour elle brah
Vos paquets de C. D. se pointant, riant après que ça explose pensent que je joue par mon pistolet, jusqu'à ce que je le gifle sur toi tirant des araignées sur mes jantes, comme si j'avais arach-a-naphobia
St. Lunatics dit que c'est pourboire, pour moi ce proxénète est la perceuse
Alors qu'elle goûte mes testicules, voir la pointe de mon acier
Vous savez que vous obtenez ce scrill, tirant sur les fouets avec le gril
Et si cette dalle n'a que pour toi, il manque une roue
Parce que je suis un magnat du Texas, écrans de télévision plats dans ma chambre
Tant de flocons dans ma peinture, disent que J'ai besoin de Vidal Sassoon
Poisson dans l'Aquarium Gon siroter bu, ouais ils seront penchés à midi
Et les deux beautés Brésiliennes, viennent nettoyer mon lagon
Je ne vois pas de cuillère en argent, dans ma bouche juste ma cuisine
Je suis surgi avec le tronc jusqu'à l'épave, en d'autres termes, nous basculer
Regardé dans mon garage, remarqué quelques voitures est manquant
Laisse-moi voir un ... deux ... trois, ma faute je trébuche
On dirait que je crève, quand ma peinture devient bleue
Au fait, ma peinture devient rouge, vous jureriez que je le prétends aussi
Ouais, ils frappent ce gamin Whoo, et frappent cet indice
Mais au Texas, le changeur, ne changera jamais de vis
Vu les limaces que tu m'as crachées, je veux dire les limaces que tu m'as ratées vu et tu ne t'en prends pas à moi, mec le jeu devient vraiment merdique
ATL avec Killa Kill, statu Quo et que Lil ' Scrappy
Je ne porte pas de throwbacks, parce que la tendance devient vraiment collante
Publicité ne vous fera pas de mal, parce que c'est gon vous obtenir Mo ' cash
Mais dépenser cet argent sur la sécurité, parce que nous allons fouetter votre cul
Musique plus lent qu'une tortue en cours d'exécution, vous dire ce qu'ils sirotent dans mon cercle