Naughty By Nature — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Strike A Nerve
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Strike A Nerve » de Naughty By Nature.
Paroles
Yo bitch it was some bitch in a seminar
Talkin bout you had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said you couldn’t even wax that dirty bitch
So wassup y’all?
(Strike a nerve)
Verse 1: Treach
I get my daily dose of cha cha cha and «Shut the fuck up ho»
Shit shaved and bathed e’ryday then I must go Ugh this is Everyday All Day, let’s all say
Pluckin enough and roughin em up and fuckin em up always
Bet, let’s talk about a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn’t know me before the flow solo
It’s no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold
Let’s pick a bitch to pick with, peekaboo
I see you thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
After that, caps off to the black frost
My pants always sag cos I rap my ass off (Oooooh)
You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?*
I’m bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I’m the baby
Droppin the ladies, cravin ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy
Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and its cravin is icecream
I’m too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by’s smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed
Runnin and comin, drama starin wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I’ll use your head as a braille book
Many friends ships ink, quick, fast
It’ll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass
You tried to swing this way, you little swifty
(Ha ha ha, slum bitches still miss me)
I do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunder
And that’s comin from a land down under
Interlude:
Yo, I’m sick of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin to cut, they rocks none (Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin to make us drop, Vin Rock sayin he don’t rock enough
Yo kick that shit
Verse 2: Vin Rock
Prepare for the worst, cos I ain’t livin loss
I wouldn’t just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck’s cost
??? your loss in The Source, cos I know no way
I been there before, maybe 5−6 times a day
Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I’m done, from
And wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from?
And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it And then the Flavor then the figures while I’m flowin wit it So I won’t give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can’t touch this, fuck what them throats written
I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden
And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it
I’ll take a head, I’ll make ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don’t play that (You don’t?)
So don’t start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my Smith & Wessun smokes
>From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that’s right
Who you bashin? I go blast in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure’s soft
I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught
Ya say you can’t go to the takin me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album «Almost»
I wouldn’t rely on the try if I was you, yo Cos I’m turnin tries into «oh oh’s» and «hell no’s»
I wouldn’t be caught dead witchu up in tryin it And if I was goin, I get my stiff ass up and rip shit
I can’t go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I’ll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me, it’s a common caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper
Interlude:
Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y’knowI’msayin?
(Strike a nerve)
That’s right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my dick
(Strike a nerve)
We’re gonna stomp this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)
Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock
Look who’s mother’s in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back catchin quarters
Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
Thirty ??? could act at Caesar’s, still I bet I get mine
I heard your girl’s havin a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bag
There ain’t a part of me with 'sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn’t rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin prick
The way I rock could shit, you just often like it My style’s so fat I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit ya not, I ain’t the type to be fuckin with
Wreckin with, and if I mic attest it, I’ll be neckin it Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin rat
You’re so dumb you tried to buy a fuckin thinkin cap
Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at In between some bitch’s legs, lookin ass and lap
My name is Treach, remember this and don’t you ever 'fess
That’s a shame, I get two minutes just to say «Next!»
Fuck who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other motherfuckin runner
This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G
(Why?) Cos you don’t mean shit to me
I’ma take you ??? where good shit’s meant to be
I rock a rhyme that’ll be a straight up def track
Droppin more shit than white castles and neck slacks
A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G I rock and rock, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha)
It’s just what the fuck I’m talkin bout
I say one thing and your whole crew’s walkin out
So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less
If I were you, I’d take and throw em on his fuckin neck
Something that flow should come straight from the horse’s mouth
Mr. Ed’s dead so his ass is the best way out
Shit man for hire, this hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the win-te, oh yeah
I could write your fuckin album and you’ll soon be the last one there
I start to heat up and rip shit in one, see
You couldn’t get it hard if the eyes were on Broad Street
So don’t you ever never tell me I’m not good enough
I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid you could never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you’d have a job in a cow’s ass
Traduction des paroles
Yo salope c'était une salope dans un séminaire
Tu as dû te lever tôt pour cirer ça
(Frappe un nerf)
Les autres Enfoirés ont dit que tu ne pouvais même pas cirer cette sale garce
Donc wassup y'all?
(Frappe un nerf)
Verset 1: Trahison
Je reçois ma dose quotidienne de cha cha cha et " ferme ta gueule ho»
Merde rasé et baigné e'ryday alors je dois aller Ugh c'est tous les jours toute la journée, disons tous
Pluckin assez et roughin em up et putain em up toujours
Parions, parlons d'un flash arrière, crétin
Ce rapide que vous flash witta match, votre rap rapide
Et même si tu ne me connaissais pas avant the flow solo
Ce n'est pas un moyen lent d'aller, bolos je jette ou vendu
Choisissons une chienne avec qui choisir, coucou
Je vous vois à travers votre équipe, maintenant que voulez-vous faire?
Après cela, bouchons au gel noir
Mon pantalon s'affaisse toujours parce que je rap mon cul (Oooooh)
Tu veux parler d'un badboy *?sanchoi?*
Je suis mauvais comme ils viennent, chum, tout droit ricochet style rap
Pour Vin Rock et KayGee, je suis le bébé
Droppin les dames, cravin ya peut-être, j'ai le droit d'être paresseux
J'ai eu plus d'étirement à mon swing et l'étirement d'une aile de poulet
La saveur est le bacon et son cravin est la crème glacée
Je suis trop trucked pour être baisée et trop vivre, sinon
Ya conduire par smuffler, mot à la mère, mon frère aux yeux
Runnin et comin, drame starin wit un stellaire
J'ai besoin de tant de grumeaux, je vais utiliser votre tête comme un livre en braille
Beaucoup d'amis Navires encre, rapide, rapide
Il faudra un dollar d'essence pour survivre à votre petit cul fatigué
Tu as essayé de te balancer comme ça, petit swifty
(Ha ha ha, chiennes de bidonville me manquent encore)
Je fais le dumpin, humpin, clappin comme le tonnerre
Et c'est comin à partir d'un land down under
Intermède:
Yo, je suis malade de dis de la merde, l'homme
Niggas tryin à couper, ils roches aucun (frapper un nerf)
Yo, ils essaient de nous faire tomber, vin Rock disant qu'il ne rock pas assez
Yo coup de pied que de la merde
Verset 2: Vin Rock
Préparez - vous au pire, car je ne vivrai pas perdu
Je pourrais écrire ton putain d'album et tu seras bientôt le dernier là bas
Je commence à chauffer et à déchirer la merde en un, Tu vois
Vous ne pourriez pas être dur si les yeux étaient sur Broad Street
Ne me dis jamais que je ne suis pas assez bon
J'ai plus de trucs qu'un ours en peluche, du cul à l'intestin
C'est un solide que vous ne pourriez jamais survivre
Si les conneries valaient un centime, tu aurais un boulot dans le cul d'une vache