Fes Taylor — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Holding Weight
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Holding Weight » de Fes Taylor.
Paroles
Aiyo, who you know fresher than Fes?
I don’t fight, you could wrestle the tech
Plus I bling like the bezel begets
On the streets, an incredible rep
Cuz beef only settle in death
I point the metal at refs
The game is crazy
Say that this money’ll change me Hate on me than ask, «Can you spare some change?»
I was broke, you wasn’t feelin' my pain
'98, I was willin' to rage from dealin' them 'caine
Snitch niggaz squealin' my name
So the hammer I concealed 'til it bang
Blind haters when I’m wearin' my chain
Wolf Pack dubs, I rarely’ll clang
Fans check for me, so the streets feel me in claim
In every magazine, fillin' up the Phillie with haze
I’m like, Billy the Kid, the Milli’ll blaze
Nowadays, they know me as a Willie, I’m paid
Miami Beach, they tried to deal me some shade
I’m only visitin'…
We out here eatin', get ya weight up homey
Grams to kilos, demand the receipt though, whoa
We out here eatin', get ya weight up homey
Ounces to pounds, bounce through the town, now
I grind all night, grind all day
Roll up a blunt, this is ya mind on haze
I meant to say this is ya brain on drugs
Wit ya brain on slugs, I ain’t high enough to leave behind the OJ gloves
Mask on, they don’t know who he was
This is crook music, why the party gears to pull a juks to it You could lean with it, rather do the push to it Walkin' through the club, bump a nigga like, get stupid
Troop it to hell, then back to the block
You play me, you stupid as hell, the ratchet’ll pop
Dig pockets then I’m snatchin' ya gwop
Hit the mall up, spend ya re-up not on fashion I rock
I’m the greatest, my latest LP, Taylor Made it Can’t fade it, if they had the hands of my barber with razors
What’s that? Star Trek phazers?
They playin' with real guns, not Toys R Us kids with cap guns
Slap son, yappin' his gums
Talkin' shit like, I ain’t from the slums
Killah Hill where I come from
Yo, I’m really livin' this
I’ve put in work since '92, grind too, since Milli was militant
Grind from the ignorance
Fans wonder why, I ain’t been signed, bottom line, every album I’m killin' it I guess they feelin' it Kinda like Jay’s song, hip hop, I don’t never wanna leave like Trey Songz
My cake long, beef with Fes, leave with a brace on You a bitch-ass nigga, son, you probably wear lace thongs
Crossdresser, drag queen, lookin' like RuPaul
Behind the scenes, he a fag, I tell 'em the truth y’all
Hoes love me, wanna fuck me, tell her we only buddies
Death threats, two broads’ll suck me, know me as Cutty
I’m big pimpin', still think different than most players
The toast sprayer, fuck Bloomberg, I choke mayors
My gross pay’ll make an NBA salary
Look like grams of fat, compared to calories, nigga
Traduction des paroles
Yo, je vis vraiment ça
Je travaille depuis 92, grind aussi, depuis que Milli était militant
Broyer de l'ignorance
Les Fans se demandent pourquoi, je n'ai pas été signé, bas de ligne, pour chaque album, je suis killin', je suppose qu'ils feelin' il un Peu comme Jay chanson, hip-hop, je ne veux jamais te quitter comme Trey Songz
Mon gâteau long, boeuf avec Fes, laisser avec une attelle sur vous une chienne-ass nigga, fils, vous portez probablement des lanières de dentelle
Travesti, drag queen, ressemblant à RuPaul
Dans les coulisses, il est pédé, je leur dis la vérité
Houes amour moi, wanna Merde moi, lui dire nous seulement copains
Menaces de mort, deux nanas vont me sucer, me connaître comme Cutty
Je suis un gros proxénète, je pense toujours différent de la plupart des joueurs
Le pulvérisateur de pain grillé, baise Bloomberg, j'étouffe Maires
Mon salaire brut fera un salaire NBA
On dirait des grammes de graisse, par rapport aux calories, négro