Slim Thug — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Welcome 2 Houston
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Welcome 2 Houston » de Slim Thug.
Paroles
Now welcome to the city of game, piece &chains and swangs
Pop trunk and bang, yeah I’m still here mayne
Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me and Scenic wood wedlock
Acres Homes my home, I’m a Nawf Side venteran
Reppin’H-Town, smokin', sippin’on some medicine
There ain’t nobody better than the boss when I floss
It’s Slim Thugga Muthafucka, still breakin’boys off
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carrots man we looking like some caterers
And it’s looking like you haters and you fakes is immatating us Shaded up, braided up and I bet that trunk be bladed up Bet I’m still crawlin’on 4's, so they ain’t fading us In the hood I’m a grinder, wood on the vynil
TV, VCR lay back with’cha momma
You ain’t never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top on my drop missin’like Osama
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that’s the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money’s what I’m bout, I’m a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I’m a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
MIKE JONES!
I still represent H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with a lotta cars, but they don’t understand it They said they never seen ya boy out here gettin’his grind on Platinum Bentley take ya piggy, yeah I’m gettin’my shine on I sold two million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll now
H-Town, Yeah, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank
Yeah, it’s the city that’s slowed, the city that’s throwed
The city where them boys flip they candy painted lows
The city where they blow big killa and stay blowed
And hustlin’ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that pint (sip that pint) and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6−10, I-10, 59, 45 &the belt
This clutch city where we play what we dealt
Welcome to H-Town
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that’s the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money’s what I’m bout, I’m a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I’m a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
Hustletown’s my home, that’s where I do my dirt
Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin', chop bladez just to break boys off
From South Park to the South West all the way to that Nawf
I’m talking Tidwell and Carvadale and GreensPoint too
From Denver Harbor to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin’on that screw, it’s choppin’like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 832, Paul Wall what it do baby?!
Hahaha
Nomtombot?
Purple so muddy I can bearly even drive
I’m blowin’down trees like a category 5
Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny side
I walk these streets if I was blind, nomtombot?
Yung Redd, take ya out the future
Stars imitate swear to God work the jeweler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk I salute
Mayne!
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that’s the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money’s what I’m bout, I’m a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I’m a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
H-O to the U-S., T-O to the N.
God bless me with the million dollar pen
See the grind money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunnyside and South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It’s all love homie, keep rolling up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at em hiding
Don Ke’heart of the south, slab ridin'
We go get it and come back with it, until we take our last breath
From the city where our stadiums drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarillo is for the kush
If you want it, we got it kuz there’s not a product we don’t push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy
So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don’t feel me (don't feel me)
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that’s the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money’s what I’m bout, I’m a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I’m a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
Welcome to H-Town, this Third Ward talking
Coming down the slab like the fo’s crab walking
Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah
North and the south together we ball
Fuck that, nigga it’s a H-Town thang
Let me see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne
It’s Boss Hogg Carleon, nigga named Mike D The drank man daddy, you know where to find me State to state dawg, I got em jockin’a kid
Six backin out the driveway, dropping the weed
Y’all know we do it big, like a freightpounder rig
Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid
Fresh to def homie, how I came in the do Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put ya H’s up, represent ya city bro
Counting money, iced out, like I’m in a video
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that’s the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money’s what I’m bout, I’m a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I’m a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
Southwest put ya dubs up baby!, let’s go!
Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G It’s striaght hang with thugs, jam my music slow &hold my H’s up Southwest S.W.A.T. I know the real dudes that move birds
I go to school early, baby blue moon turds
And riding around, southwest side of my town
Still reppin’my block, how ya likin me now?
It’s from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief
Black and latins stackin’paper together, we stay deep
It’s Rob G!
Yeahh…
King Of The Streets and I roll around Houston ridin'4's
Boys better chill 'fore this throw away leave they curtains closed (lights out)
I’m in a slab but I’m tippin it like a platinum Rolls
Suicide make the doors presidental when they decide to close (real talk)
They want the throne, but tell them haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot em, on the west, so whatever all the way to the block (dubs up)
I’m so hood it be the true definition of me Ain’t no way ya speak about the H without mentioning me Tha Truth nigga!
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that’s the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money’s what I’m bout, I’m a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I’m a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Ay I’m from H-Town, southwest, stop drop and roll
If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll
Braeswood, Woodfair, Clull creek, Spice Lane
West Bellville Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change
I’m so H-Town there’s codiene in my blood
And I done shot it out at war with the meanest of thugs
And you ain’t never gotta ask if that’s lean in my cup
I’m a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what!
It’s Lil’O homie!
(RIP)
Now I’m from Port Arthur, Texas 90 miles away
For the last fifteen years, I been reppin’my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sipped grape by the case
Eight’s over ice straight product of the H Southside, I never was no big socializer
With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss
Like Thug and Prince, Silvia, Rome or Wrice
This game a pie I don’t want it all I just need a slice
Still, still breakin boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that’s the way a playa floss
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, getting money’s what I’m bout, I’m a get it while these hataz just talk
Still breakin boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the Nawf, got to do it for my hustlaz in the south
Still breakin boys off, boys off
Sill breakin boys off
And when I do it, I’m a do it like a boss
Still breakin boys off
Traduction des paroles
Encore breakin les garçons off
Ouais, Ouais, Ouais, Ouais!
Je viens de H-Town, southwest, stop drop and roll
Si je découpe le dub, tout le capot rock N roll
Braeswood, Woodfair, Clulll creek, Spice Lane
À l'ouest de Belleville Fondren Aéroport, Bécasseau, changement de pile
Je suis tellement H-ville il y a codiene dans mon sang
Et j'ai tiré à la guerre avec le plus méchant des voyous
Et tu ne dois jamais demander si c'est maigre dans ma tasse
Je suis un triple O. G., S. U. C. nigga quoi!
C'est Lil'O homie!
(RIP)
Maintenant, je suis de Port Arthur, Texas 90 miles
Depuis les quinze dernières années, j'ai été reppin'my état
Je savais que le vrai DJ vis siroté raisin par le cas
Huit sur la glace produit droit de la H Southside, Je n " ai jamais été pas grand socializer
Avec chignon vous pouvez parler, je baise avec le patron
Comme Thug et Prince, Silvia, Rome ou Wrice
Ce jeu une tarte Je ne veux pas tout ce que j'ai juste besoin d'une tranche
Encore, toujours breakin garçons off
Hmm, bonbons peints avec le brillant
Vous pouvez détester mais c'est la façon dont un fil playa
Encore breakin les garçons off
Hmm, obtenir de l'argent est ce que je suis combat, je suis un obtenir pendant que ces hataz juste parler
Encore breakin les garçons off
Hmm, je dois le faire pour la Nawf, je dois le faire pour mon hustlaz dans le sud
Les gars se cassent, les gars se cassent
Seuil breakin garçons off
Et quand je le fais, je suis le faire comme un patron
Encore breakin les garçons off