Dom Pachino — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson My Right Hand
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « My Right Hand » de Dom Pachino.
Paroles
You better find out what the f**k she wants, son
Terrorist is in town, you know how we get down, son
Ya’ll niggaz play too many games with me… yeah
Melodic tunes, bangin' off walls and mic rooms
Excite goons, with my mental excite, provide the boom
Write all night in my cacoon, til I hatch
An awful moon, well awaited by my fans, the album is coming soon
Abnormal birth, never spent no time in the womb
Trees and liquor confumed, til my names in the tomb
Autograph signed, with the imprint, I’m hard to find
Wouldn’t even fake my death, I got way too much shit on my mind
Last night’s crime, how it went down, no one around
Had the silencer to muffle the sound, a culture pound
Shit was ugly, my brand new Jordan’s was lookin' muddy
That’s what happens to fake niggaz, posin' like they my buddies
What a snitch, I put the cat on to gettin' rich
His whole dress code, slang that he use, to bag a bitch
Was fathered by me, gave him knowledge to know, and I succede
Shit for what it is, but trick knowledge was used against me Now he’s left in the cold, like arms lookin' for sleeves
On the witness stand, singin' 'nigga please'
You was my nigga, now my sweaty finger on the trigger
I remember, all the shit, we’ve been through together
Now it’s over, too bad you signing off soldier, I’m out
Ya’ll niggaz is snakes just like a cobra
You my right hand, my nigga who fights back to back
When the shit’s on, make it out safe, split all the stacks
(Black Fire)
When you bustin' shots out the window, who drove the Ac'?
(When you was pattin' niggaz down with the mac, who watched your back?)
When I was on the block countin' the stack, who cooked the crack?
My right hand, my right hand, my right hand, my right hand
I spend nights, rest in Al Pacino’s crib
Layin' on the living room floor, hurtin' up ribs
Tossin' and turnin', thinkin' of this bitch I was burnin'
She wasn’t learnin', not enough money I’m earnin'
Yo, get off the floor, if you wanna earn somethin'
Stop frontin', nigga, money don’t grow on trees
That’s why I keep my nine millennium, hooked under my sleeve
Plus momma always said, the’ll be days like these
That’s why, we robbin' still, stickin' up kids for they cheese
Love burglars, crooks tooks it in the N.Y.C
Two the hardway, just about the sickest M.C.'s
In your continent, in your state, in your city
International, nationwide publicity
Me and my right hand, millionaire simplicity
You was my right hand, til you broke the code of silence
Now I’m left with no choice, gotta resort to violence
Heat out, mud of my feet, I heard the sirens
Jetted off, ran out of breath, drunk from a hydrant
Poison blew, I got guns too, let’s start the firing
So I can really see, where’s your heart
Get blows, story told, watch me rip 'em apart
You ain’t that smart, act like you mastered the art
Of Tera Iz Him, but yet, there’s one lesson to learn
If you go against the God, and Black Fire, you burn
PaChino, thou shall never betray
I’ll shall slay, any enemy that’s headed your way
Word.
Traduction des paroles
Elle n'apprenait pas, pas assez d'argent que je gagne
Descends, si tu veux gagner quelque chose
Arrête de frôler, négro, l'argent ne pousse pas sur les arbres
C'est pourquoi je garde mon neuf millénaire, accroché sous ma manche
De plus, maman a toujours dit, les jours seront comme ceux-ci
C'est pourquoi, on vole encore, on colle des enfants pour qu'ils soient au fromage
L'amour cambrioleurs, escrocs tooks il dans le N. Y. C
Deux le hardway, à peu près les plus malades M. C.
Dans votre continent, dans votre état, de votre ville
Publicité internationale et nationale
Moi et ma main droite, millionnaire simplicité
Tu étais ma main droite, jusqu'à ce que tu brises le code du silence
Maintenant, je n'ai plus le choix, je dois recourir à la violence
La chaleur, la boue de mes pieds, j'ai entendu les sirènes
Largué, à bout de souffle, ivre d'une bouche d'incendie
Le Poison a explosé, j'ai des armes aussi, commençons le tir
Donc je peux vraiment voir, où est ton cœur
Obtenir des coups, histoire racontée, regarder me déchirer ' em apart
Tu n'es pas si intelligent, fais comme si tu maîtrisais l'art.
De Tera Iz lui, mais pourtant, il y a une leçon à apprendre
Si vous allez contre le Dieu, et le feu noir, vous brûlez
PaChino, tu ne trahiras jamais
Je tuerai tout ennemi qui se dirige vers vous
Mot.