Choclair — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Situation 9
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Paroles
Yo, it’s like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced
Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore (yeah)
And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young
They leave .em by their loved ones
People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting like some savages (savages)
People acting it, pulling triggers and they stabbing kids (stabbing kids)
They pose as bad boys up in club scenes
Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans
Then Po-Po, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits
Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some next shit
Now we got our G-stripes, bragging rights
Little kids with no direction, look at him right
Cause he got my car to style, Medina robber style
Yeah, he bad now, but remember, what comes around, goes around
(shhhh) Who be blind to the future
You need to understand
You need to understand, my man
(Yeah!!)
Peoples get themselves caught up, and then shot up Bucked to the head for all the shit they done brought up The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient
Wild niggas, who be acting like they free-pacing
Now, as time goes by He’s looking out his window, see some people outside
With dark clothes and dark shades
And all around is pure clouds packing rain
He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that
Shit’s going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4-pound (4-pound)
He waits around, with the sweat dripping from his brow
Where the law be now, nervousness has his head swinging side-to-side
Checks the door, he’s see his man up in the ride
He’s rolling outside, first looking all around
The sniper fire from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground
He makes a mad dash to the car door
Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor
Now bullet-proof windows, they be reflecting it Now he’s thinking back up to the party, he’s regretting it But he’s deep in it, and there’s nothing he can do, but to call his boo
Who be at home, taking care of his one year old
He says, situation’s thick, there’s niggas after me It ain’t no stopping them, until they capping me (naw)
Hold the fort down, I. ll be aight, I. ll give you a call in the morn
She says there’s two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door
He calls his man Nick, to check the situation (situation)
When he arrives all he sees is an assassination (assassination)
And when they one step ahead, so now an ambush is in the waiting
Understand, you need to understand, my man
(You need to recognize and realize, boy!)
Chorus:
Now there’s vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what’s stolen
He tells Jermaine to meet him at the docks
At 5 o. clock, keep the glocks cocked
I got the blueprints, to run up on these niggas (Word up dog!)
So when the time comes for them to meet
He sees the car, but finds Jermaine slumped in the driver seat (what to do)
People cut themselves off of him, cause if they down they be shot too
His mother’s in the rage, face on the front page
Now the man’s after him, the clan’s after him, mob’s after him
He’s still at damage son, last thought’s killing (uhhh)
The only thought in his head, now to do is run
Buys his ticket at the International pier son
Not, knowing that there’s man
Standing behind .em with, 9-millimeters in hand (He turns around to his
surprise)
Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside
And the people did the shooting, got away up with his life-time (Ah-yo)
Chorus:
(You fucking with your life boy)
Yeah, (uh-uh) wild niggas (uh-uh, wild niggas)
You fucking with your life boy
(You fucking with your life boy)
Uhhh, You fucking with your life boy
Uhhh…
Chorus:
Traduction des paroles
Yo, c'est comme la vie nocturne, les bagarres, les frères qui se font trancher
Lay niggas, sur le sol, pour les personnes agissant hardcore (oui)
Et d "autres pris dans le feu croisé, et mourir à l" âge jeune
Ils partent .em par leurs proches
Les gens se demandent, Toronto dimanche en disant, Nous agissons comme des sauvages (sauvages)
Les gens agissant, tirant des déclencheurs et ils poignardent des enfants (poignarder des enfants)
Ils se font passer pour de mauvais garçons dans des scènes de club
Gardez le gril vissé, laissant des taches de sang sur les jeans bleus
Puis Po-Po, se précipite à travers l'entrée, il frappe les sorties
Saute dans son acte, les roues tournent sur une autre merde
Maintenant, nous avons nos g-stripes, les droits de vantardise
Petits enfants sans direction, regardez-le bien
Parce qu'il a eu ma voiture à la Mode, Medina style voleur
Ouais, il est mauvais maintenant, mais rappelez-vous, ce qui vient autour, tourne autour
(shhhh) qui sont aveugles à l'avenir
Vous avez besoin de comprendre
Vous devez comprendre, mon homme
(Ouais!!)
Les gens se sont rattrapés, puis ont tiré Jusqu'à la tête pour toute la merde qu'ils ont fait a soulevé la situation, les a iller qu'un patient du SIDA
Niggas sauvages, qui agissent comme ils libre-rythme
Maintenant, comme le temps passe, il regarde par sa fenêtre, voir des gens dehors
Avec des vêtements sombres et des nuances sombres
Et tout autour est des nuages purs emballant la pluie
Il appelle son homme Jermaine, et lui dit que
Merde va vers le bas et le rencontrer à son domicile, il emballe un 4-livre (4-Livre)
Il attend, avec la sueur qui coule de son front
Là où la loi est maintenant, la nervosité a la tête qui se balance d'un côté à l'autre
Vérifie la porte, il voit son homme dans la voiture
Il roule dehors, regardant d'abord tout autour
Le tir de tireur d'élite du toit, il le fait tomber et a frappé le sol
Il fait une course folle à la portière de la voiture
Dit à son homme de bouger, il claque la pédale sur le plancher de la voiture
Maintenant, les fenêtres à l'épreuve des balles, ils le reflètent maintenant, il réfléchit à la fête, il le regrette mais il est profondément dedans, et il n'y a rien qu'il puisse faire, mais appeler son boo