DJ Kayslay — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Coast To Coast Gangstas
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Coast To Coast Gangstas » de DJ Kayslay.
Paroles
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don’t get it fucked up cuz Sauce calm wit his grandma
Cuz I’m like baking soda bitch, I’m armed with a hammer
And when I’m strapped fool, fuck your brother
Cuz like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia you in the scope like a muthafucka
Fine, niggas don’t wanna let him shine
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don’t give a fuckin' nine
Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine
Guess who’s the odd man out
I guess we got something in common
I’m just a little more calm when
I’m about to split your arm in
Put a hole so big in your noggin
That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in
You starvin' for more lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all them lyrics I flow
I’m Sadam-ing all you niggas fo sho
You betta know I’m a true nigga, please do nigga
Betta inquire from a few niggas
Cuz bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas
Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip
Slip, never picture me fallin' nigga don’t trip
Stoned is the way of my walk
In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk
When I spray niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk
Color blood red, body outlined in chalk
My rhymes, two zigs all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
This eightball’s a strict nine
Tear apart body parts when I spark nine
At they head hard lodged in they damn spine
Leaves emcee’s like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin'
Shittin' in a bag and a breath away from dyin'
Nigga I’m — the epitomy of raw rhymes
The epitomy of rap rock
I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot Glock
From New York down to Georgia it don’t stop
Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot Glock
Blaaat!
They say murder is the case they wanna throw me
I guess these muthafuckas don’t know me
O.G. rock called a yay slanger
PA’s finest
Underground muthafuckin' king call me «Your Highness»
I tear your sinus with this gun powder
Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear this is real niggas
Here is the deal: you clear in this field
And ain’t stoppin' until every hater here is revealed
Cuz we don’t need no fuckin' clearance to peel
Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is revealed
So — get off this block homie handle your corner
Keep all your heroin, rocks and you mariju-wana
I’m like a — character on the Sopranos or the Wire
You’se a — big pussy lil' man, it’s over, retire
Cuz the — clock’s tickin', your days is done
But we know all them lil' different fuckin' ways you slum
But it’s trill downtown, your momma’s all free
Your house is sugar-layin' with your wife and your seed
Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home invasion
You gon' bleed on my gun from your dome abrasions
Cuz my chrome is blazin', I’m naughty crunk
Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D’Voiddoffunk
Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the waist
Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face
Fuck rest, we gon' lay these muthafuckas to waste
You bit the pully nigga tell me, how the fuck did it taste
From my gun…
Big guns, big power
M. Woods, sixth hour
Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
Smith and Wesson’s, Glocks and lugers
AK’s, AR 15's
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun…
Who’s the man with the strap in his hand
Homie’s stolen semi-autos and contrabands
All day every day, crossin' my hood in day
In a six-trey with my nigga Kay Slay
Dub the law scan, the infrared scanner
Hangin' out the window, hittin' em up with the bandana
And I can’t stand a snitch so I — clean the lid
Just in case them bitch niggas wanna sing with this
I stay on the trigger, cuz lames hate me nigga
They can’t pay me nigga, where my lay dates nigga
Where AK one-on-one so thirty shot
Nine millimeter Melindas aimed ready to send ya
So put your can on your vest like a Bible and pray slowly
Cuz this’ll leave your teflon holey
With the forty Glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the scene
It’s the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King
It’s about that time nine-milli clappin'
Dude, what’s really crackin'?
I been gettin' it since 'Paid In Full' was really happenin'
I gotta do it like that to keep my street name
And pride made me kill Wayne Growe when the heat came
I don’t smut but stimulation is good
I keep the hammer with me, Joey’s renovatin' the hood
Difference between us, I’m gettin' loot on tours
Good shoes on the Beem, you got a boot on yours
Dudes with no names wanna put an end to me
But doggs, I’m readin' between the lines, the whole game’s in parenthesis
Talk about models and how you with somethin'
When you really shootin' air balls, you ain’t hittin' nothin'
Nathan, through the strip, O.G.'s blazin'
Street niggas slowly hatin' on Joey so amazin'
And hood niggas knowin' what up
Either holdin' you down or holdin' you up, throwin' it up
Oh!
Aiiyo, fuck the dumb shit, when the guns spit
One clip’ll have your whole strip laid down
Thirty-two shots to your block, I had that shit caged down
And before you blink, I let off eight rounds
This the ro-yal I ain’t playin'
I’m takin' this over, so y’all either layin' or dying
And I won’t hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion
I see them dudes every day, when I’m racin' by 'em
Or on the curb poppin' bottles while they hatin' and eyein'
Uh, whether the slider or the highrider
I keep my block rocker, Glock under the blue dosser
Far as Philly, it’s no question to who’s liver
I’m hotter, Hak Ditty, block locker
Fully prepared
I hope y’all fully aware that y’all niggas got a problem this year
(*Gunshots*)
Traduction des paroles
Neuf millimètres Melindas visant prêt à envoyer ya
Alors mettez votre canette sur votre gilet comme une Bible et priez lentement
Parce que ça va laisser ton trou de téflon
Avec le quarante Glock prêt à sonner, apporter le traumatisme à la scène
C'est le Ghetto Heisman et le Drame Roi
C'est à peu près l'Heure de claquer neuf-milli
Mec, qu'est-ce qui craque vraiment?
J'ai été gettin 'depuis' payé en totalité 'était vraiment happenin'
Je dois le faire comme ça pour garder mon nom de rue
Et la fierté m'a fait tuer Wayne Growe quand la chaleur est venue
Je n'ai pas de charbon mais la stimulation est bonne
Je garde le marteau avec moi, Joey rénove le capot
La différence entre nous, c'est que j'ai du butin en tournée
De bonnes chaussures sur le Beem, tu as une botte sur la tienne
Des mecs sans nom veulent m'en finir
Mais doggs, je lis entre les lignes, tout le jeu est entre parenthèses
Parler de modèles et comment vous avec quelque chose
Quand tu tires vraiment des boules d'air, tu ne frappes rien
Nathan, à travers le strip, O. G. est en feu
Rue niggas lentement hatin 'sur Joey si amazin'
Et les négros du capot savent quoi faire
Soit vous holdin vers le bas ou vous holdin vers le haut, throwin ' it up
Oh!
Aiiyo, baise la merde stupide, quand les armes crachent
Un clip aura toute votre bande posée
Trente-deux coups de feu à votre bloc, j'ai eu cette merde en cage vers le bas
Et avant que tu clignes des yeux, j'ai laissé tomber huit rounds
C'est le ro-yal que je ne joue pas
Je prends ça, alors vous êtes tous couchés ou mourants
Et je n'hésiterai pas à flamber le fer
Vous êtes des enculés qui traînent avec un lion en lambeaux
Je les vois mecs tous les jours, quand je suis racin' par 'em
Ou sur le trottoir poppin' bouteilles alors qu'ils hatin'et eyein'
Que ce soit le slider ou le highrider
Je garde mon bloc rocker, Glock sous le dosser bleu
En ce qui concerne Philly, ce n'est pas une question de savoir qui est le foie
Je suis plus sexy, hak Ditty, block locker
Entièrement préparé
J'espère que vous savez que vous avez un problème cette année
(*Coups de feu*)