OutKast — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Throw Your Hands Up
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Throw Your Hands Up » de OutKast.
Paroles
Bitch, I ain’t got nothing but time, so I’ma get out on these cuts*
And grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
My player ways keep me with plenty dimes,
See I’ma shine like all six of my gold teeth,
When a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z,
All night on the block til the sun rise,
My only friend is a glock with the 4−5
Four five in the mornin it don’t stop,
Day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
Blue lights snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me Tricks ain’t got shit to do but harass,
Search tha nigga and took about a three in cash,
I guess that’s better than gettin locked up,
Or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!
Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,
Down in the bottoms where they broke some,
Whips cross a nigga back, way back,
And now they wonder why we act, how we act,
Gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
Afros &loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,
So tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam’ich in the driveway, drop top
Naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I’ma keep my, phone on I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
If I diss her it’ll take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, won’t fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don’t hold
On to any woman like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up!
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
Stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
Like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y’all bite,
Been had a coke and a smile, now I’m trippin off Yak &Sprite,
Y’all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
Below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I’m talkin about,
From Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I’m after,
No laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
They shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
Beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,
But if ain’t that dirty then patna see we don’t need you,
You know I’m talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y’all punk motherfuckers!
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
You wouldn’t understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
It’s like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
The closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
Apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
So now, throw your filangies in tha ground,
I’m still abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they only keep ya down,
Transmitting from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
Um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
But it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast
Word to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
Word to the motherfucker!
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
Traduction des paroles
Si quelqu'un leur écoutez-moi ya obtenir haut la main,
Si quelqu'un me touche levez les mains,
Si quelqu'un leur écoutez-moi ya obtenir haut la main,
Si quelqu'un me touche, lève les mains!
Combien de flux puis-je composer, je laisse tomber cet argot comme des arcs lyriques,
Stickin juste comme un OUTKAST, sur épine de StimmerGroves,
Comme les nachos, les paroles sont croustillantes, crackin quand vous mordez tous,
J'ai eu un coca et un sourire, maintenant je suis trippin off Yak & Sprite,
Vous avez peut-être l'air de vous dégonfler, avec une fille qui a craqué,
Sous la ligne Mason-Dixon, les vrais négros savent de quoi je parle,
Originaire du Texas, Atlanta, oh, l'homme, l'Alabama, de la Savane,
Le plus profond le plus sombre THA sale Sud Est ce que je suis après,
Pas de rire, le contenu de la rime peut être contagieux
L'ère spatiale est pimpin ce, joueurs comin major,
Ils ont tiré sur le psychopathe qui a pulvérisé, coupé ta femme et joué son
Le joueur le B. I. G, B. O. I, dope boy rhyme maker,
Beats par les couches, de la musique ici pour vous plaire,
Mais si c'est pas sale alors patna tu vois on n'a pas besoin de toi,
Vous savez que je suis talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG sur vous tous les enculés de punk!
Si quelqu'un leur écoutez-moi ya obtenir haut la main,
Si quelqu'un me touche levez les mains,
Si quelqu'un leur écoutez-moi ya obtenir haut la main,
Si quelqu'un me touche, lève les mains!
Vous ne comprendriez pas, si vous étiez en dessous (ooh),
C'est comme si plus je te parlais plus je devenais bête,
Le plus proche que je marche pour vous, le plus loin que nous sommes,
A part la distance, personne n'a le dessus mais la résistance de mon corps,
Alors maintenant, jetez vos filangies dans le sol,
Je suis encore abondent, non-croyants rester de l'enfer autour
J'ai trouvé négatifs niggas ils ne garder ya vers le bas,
Transmettre des cimetières Amérindiens
Je porte autour, le poids de tous les mondes sur mes Épaulettes
Um post ta explosion Space invaders up somebodys papa
Sérieux comme Aa-BB-Cc, si la connaissance est la clé alors