Hopsin — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The B Bop
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « The B Bop » de Hopsin.
Paroles
Yeah, why? Who wants to know?
My mommy doesn’t like me listening to you, but could you
Like sing me one of those songs? Like, like one of the cool ones?
Man I got to go man I’m not tryin to sing…
Please?
Alright, alright alright…
It’s the B Bop, my B Bop song
Do the B Bop, ain’t nothing wrong
Come on!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung, oh baby!
Shobedibeebop, shobedibeebop, bidung, oh baby!
Ayo it’s time to bring the West back, pass me the exlax
So I can shit on all these niggas when I wreck tracks
Your flow ain’t that ill, I think you should adjust that
Homie I don’t mean to be rude to you, it’s just that
You ain’t the first nigga I seen with an attitude
Up on the mic tryin' to explain what the gat’ll do Your skills won’t get you that place up in Malibu
You better off tryin' to go slang with a bag of fruit
And leave it up to me, I got the bubblies
I’ll do in an hour what would take your ass a couple days
My contacts make the ladies fall in love with me He’s the joker of rap is what these motherfuckers say
I’m slightly psychotic and idiotic but modest whenever spotted
So logically I’m a prophet, face it niggas you just suck
And as far as your game, it ain’t never had legs to step up Man I’m tired of the ghetto, hope I make it out this place
Ill niggas running around like an ape up out the cage
And it ain’t about the change, man these things are not the same
All these killers wanna leave my brain laying on the pave
And I ain’t did nothing, all these little kids cussing
Learning from their big cousins how to go and get stuck in A correctional facility, messing up their liberty
Acting a fool making unnecessary enemies
Yes it’s very weird to me, I did not get caught in it
I was into rap, for some reason I love the art of it
I ain’t never drank or smoked because I’m smarter than
That and I didn’t want to grow up to be what my father is Gotta make a living, got plans of moving out the hood, not stayin in it
I hate these cheap apartments, and these vague complaining attendants
Roaches in the kitchen but I ain’t really trippin, I’ll be rolling in a minute,
singin
On the mic I burn niggas and turn rappers to singers
I learn that on the day I confirmed I was the slayer
I serve packs of these haters my words actually rape 'em
And where’s daddy to save him? My urge has to be fatal
Up in this music shit the sky’s the limit for rising in it Long as I’m consistent and keep on using my eyes as gimmicks
I’mma be the talk of the town, walking around
Like «Yes this rap game, I’m the boss of it now»
Traduction des paroles
Ça et je ne voulais pas grandir pour être ce que mon père doit gagner sa vie, a eu des plans de déménager le capot, pas rester dedans
Je déteste ces appartements bon marché, et ces vagues préposés se plaindre
Cafards dans la cuisine mais je ne suis pas vraiment trippin, je vais rouler dans une minute,
singin
Au micro je brûle les négros et transforme les rappeurs en chanteurs
J'apprends que le jour où j'ai confirmé que j'étais le tueur
Je sers des meutes de ces ennemis mes paroles les violent en fait
Et où est papa pour le sauver? Mon envie doit être fatale
Dans cette merde de musique le ciel est la limite pour y monter tant que je suis cohérent et que je continue à utiliser mes yeux comme des gadgets
Je vais être le discours de la ville, se promener
Comme " Oui ce jeu de rap, je suis le patron de celui-ci maintenant»