Goodie Mob — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Blood
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Blood » de Goodie Mob.
Paroles
It’s a shame, when niggas gon' realise we’re the same
Helpin' the enemy win the game
If you a player, use precision, don’t make a decision in haste
Blood is a terrible thing to waste
In my flip-flops and socks, I walk blocks confused
Cos my nose ain’t right, my sight blind
Smoke, need somethin from my toke
More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose
In the city of disgust, nuttin new blew in
But almost left your bed, yet I said
My mind back home, I roam the path in the trees
I give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened was
Something for the ill-minded, even though you’re true
Your feet can’t fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes
My old man still don’t understand why
The things I do, the way I think
A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low's
Specialisin in the greenery
Code name: Cardwell, so what’s real?
I still float the sidewalks of Adamsville
Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean
Blew Dixie Hill to get a little more pote'
And if ya can’t find none of the Goodie in the veins
Of the ATL, try the wood or the trail
I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day
I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way
Each word that I say may cut you like a knife
And totally influence and change somebody life
Who me? I’m 19, and best to have seen
What I already seen
Life taught me a lot
That you ain’t gotta carry no gun to get shot
Ain’t gotta be no jacker for offense from the high
A liquor store on every corner that you walk by
I watch my niggas die for no reasons
In my neighbourhood ain’t nothin changed but the seasons
Them crackers don’t give a fuck, then again why should they
They evil from their head to they toes so how could they
You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity
I love you but I ain’t gon' let you pray for me
So if you must shed blood so be it
The end is comin' I can see it
Yeah, the end is comin' I can see it
It’s in the blood
Me look at myself and say «Damn!»
I use to rock Cascade at night and East bound
But now I sit back and take a pull
Take out my pin, I’m ready to get a beer, wet, I might
I’m ready to pay my dues, fool
Why choose to trump me, I never did shit but you label me the OutKast
So even if I was to blast on your punk ass
It wouldn’t change my opinion of a customer
That I was to serve like a bird over on the South West side
And this side better be rollin' thick
It’s that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin'
Huh, and callin' da wild, cos I don’t smile
I keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6−0 cars?*
Out in their yard without a strap ain’t cool
You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool
No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain’t told to glorify no glory
I lost my sister age nine doin' a crime for a hustle
So she died lookin' for that muscle
You wonder why I acts how I do, quiet-type
So I might strike any minute, fool
Step into Zone 3, see
South West Atlanta up in this motherfucker deep
Don’t sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin'
But I can’t hear or see see clear
Cos we all on the outside, we’re pimpin' or homicide
Already so many resting in peace but I can’t sleep til I can believe
I’m ready to die for my cause
I’m Good cos I’m true to my blood
I’ll blast for my family, don’t be mad at me
Was it because I didn’t finish C-O-double L-E-G-E?
There’s only a punk ass army down while you’re harassin' me
Stop takin' me thru episode after episode
The reason why I leave my humble abode is to keep from punching holes
In the wall, I had dreams I played ball
Wit the pros, I pop punts and field goals
Droppin' them fat guv’s in the weight room
Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole
Now I’m wisin' up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with
Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, *?Foo-ti and C’s?* and ol' South
Oh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when it’s sun, and paper
Completes my grocery list, proceded to my ol' bird
In the kitchen cookin' chitlins
Pre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spot
But this morning I had to punch the clock
Whether it be sittin' off in the hills of Dixie
Witta pocket full of rocks that icey
Creole, you talkin' to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper
I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers'
Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt
Scab A-rab, many hoes suckin' on your nuts
That’s why I’m stealin' your death right now because
Later on you might leave me hangin'
Is it the noose rhyme on people’s necks when already tangin'
Tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am I
To tell you to stop, but don’t be bringin' that nonsense
In these hills, brass bop Benz in my grill
All the way, Confederate man you thought it was raw but
You ladies are real ready, it’s janky
On edge, it’s in the kill
The beast in you divided who? Me from him?
You gotta chance but it’s slim, it’s slim
Just walked out the door but yet and still
You want some ole 9−7-6 gab, slab by slab
Broke my community down to its knees
Deep burgundy, hemorrhage and internally
Hmm, yeah, uhh
Traduction des paroles
La fin est comin' je peux le voir
Oui, la fin est comin' je peux le voir
C'est dans le sang
Moi me regarder et dire «Putain!»
J'utilise pour rock Cascade la nuit et est lié
Mais maintenant je m'assois et je tire
Sortez mon épingle, je suis prêt à prendre une bière, mouillé, je pourrais
Je suis prêt à payer mon dû, imbécile
Pourquoi choisir de me trump, je n'ai jamais fait de merde mais vous m'étiquetez L'OutKast
Donc même si je devais te faire sauter le cul de punk
Cela ne changerait pas mon opinion d'un client
Que je devais servir comme un oiseau sur le côté sud ouest
Et ce côté a intérêt à être épais
C'est ce G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin'
Et appeler da wild, parce que je ne Souris pas
Je garde un regard sombre et buste un *?pauvres voitures 6-0?*
Dans leur jardin sans sangle c'est pas cool
Tu n'es qu'un fils de ton père et de ta mère sans outil, imbécile
Pas le temps de pleurer, incomplète, mon histoire n'a pas dit de glorifier aucune gloire
J'ai perdu ma sœur âgée de neuf ans en faisant un crime pour une bousculade
Alors elle est morte en cherchant ce muscle
Vous vous demandez pourquoi je agit comme je fais, Calme-type
Donc je pourrais frapper d'une minute à l'autre, imbécile
Entrez dans la Zone 3, voir
South West Atlanta en haut dans cette enculé profond
Ne dormez pas, vous tous, dans ma cabine vantardise
Mais je ne peux pas entendre ou voir clair
Parce qu'on est tous à l'extérieur, on est proxénète ou homicide
Déjà tant de repos en paix mais je ne peux pas dormir jusqu'à ce que je peux croire
Je suis prêt à mourir pour ma cause
Je vais bien parce que je suis fidèle à mon sang
Je vais souffler pour ma famille, ne sois pas en colère contre moi
Est-ce parce que je n'ai pas fini C-O-double L-E-G-E?
Il n'y a qu'une armée de punk pendant que tu me harcèles
Arrêtez de me prendre à travers l'épisode après l'épisode
La raison pour laquelle je quitte mon humble demeure est de ne pas percer de trous
Dans le mur, j'avais des rêves, je jouais au ballon
Wit les pros, je pop punts et les objectifs sur le terrain
Droppin' eux la graisse guv est dans la salle de musculation
Avait, si nigga sur swole mais qui était dans les jours de la vieille strole