Smut Peddlers — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson My Rhyme Aint Done
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « My Rhyme Aint Done » de Smut Peddlers.
Paroles
One day I launched a rocket up into the moon
And landed on a crater in a blue lagoon
Three girls in the nude, in the pool they had room
Screamin', «Starbuck we wanna have a orgy with you»
But never in my life had I seen green bitches
And when I want they would grant me three wishes
One was a pound of the blue moon hydro
Twistin' it up, watch my divine mind blow
Two was a pair, of gravity boots
With a space helmet, and a Nike moon suit
They took me from the pool up to the bedroom
Where wish number three, my dick they consumed
They hittin' me off orally so lovely
Now those dainty ladies they took it easily
Time flew by, no weed, time to leave
It’s time to get back to Earth at breakneck speed
I told the moon bitches that I’d see 'em again
And thank you very much for the weed and the head
They were three moon girls, I fucked every one
That story is over, but my rhyme ain’t done
This is how I get where the fuck I get
I went to Harlem so I could get some wet
I bought the dutch out of the bodega
Left a cloud of black smoke in the air
Took a '99 Beetle, on a magical mystery tour
Your, narrator’s pedal hits the floor
Saw a hardcore, punk rave bitch yellin', «Fuck the law»
Guzzlin' alcohol, leather jacket and a bra
Boots militant, her nose caked up with
Kicked her in the face, yellin' Kent
Dipped cigarette, Masai Bai is on cassette
I’m chewin' on her nipples like nicorette
Crashed into a Corvette, doin' eighty
Face hit the back she went through the glass of the Mercedes
Crushed all her bones, and I hear every one
That crime is over, but my rhyme ain’t done
Captain Crunch was a slanger of narcotic cereals
And Toucan Sam was his right hand «Man»
Now Sam was a skimmer, a mini-wheat slinger
Killed Count Chocula with the snap of his finger
Tony the Tiger was his arch-enemy
So anthrax Apple Jacks disguised as Sugar Smacks
To add to that, he was flippin' Fruity Pebbles
Told the hoe to hit the skids, 'cause Trix was for kids
Snap Crackle Pop sellin' Krispies on your block
Lucky the Leprechaun is suckin' up top
My man Sugar Bear was the one they feared most
'Cause he was always known to pack that Cinnamon Toast
Boo Berry got caught, at the Honeycomb Hideout
The man with the Wheaties was a former wide out
There were ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over, but my rhyme ain’t done
I met this kid named Bob Skarm, he had a farm
His pops got shot by his little brother in the front lawn
So he inherits the land, comes up with a master plan
Put Cuba out of B.I., he hands me a C.I.
I got a half a acre, need help with the cultivatin'
Thirty-percent of the gross, hands me toast, let’s roast
I got a four-wheeler, no street dealers will mega Cage
Won’t even leave the state and drop Indelible weight
Pushed the plow, from here to Moscow, where do I start now?
Burn the crops if you see cops call blaow blaow
I got it, whippin' the tractor blotted
Before the first harvest in the corn rows Cage spotted
The tail ends, under surveillance, merc the crop
Run up, got knocked for the smoke lookin' at twenty summers
Six hundred plants, and they burnt every one
That story is over, but my rhyme ain’t done
Now I’ma tell you what the fuck this means
From nine one four L.E.S. and Queens
Two lyrical technicians that came to play
Number one Smut Peddler, Eon and Cage
Just a little somethin' that we made up Sick lies on time, Mighty Mi on the cut
Some of it is fiction, and some of it fact
Now they love a dumb rap on a heavy drum track
They were mad fuckin' hoes and we fucked every one
That story is over, and my rhyme is done
Traduction des paroles
J'ai dit à la houe de frapper les patins, parce que Trix était pour les enfants
Snap Crackle pop sellin ' Krispies sur votre bloc
Heureusement, le lutin est suckin ' en haut
Mon homme Sucre Ours était celui qu'ils craignaient le plus
Parce qu'il était toujours connu pour emballer ce Toast à la cannelle
Boo Berry a été pris, à la cachette en nid D'abeille
L'homme à la Wheaties était un ancien hors
Il y avait quatre-vingt-dix-neuf céréales, j'ai mangé tout le monde
Cette histoire est finie, mais ma rime n'est pas finie
J'ai rencontré un gamin nommé Bob Skarm, il avait une ferme
Son père a été abattu par son petit frère dans la pelouse
Donc il hérite de la terre, arrive avec un plan directeur
Mettez Cuba hors de B. I., Il me donne un C. I.
J'ai un demi-acre, besoin d'aide avec le cultivatin'
Trente pour cent du brut, me tend des toasts, rôtissons
J'ai un quatre-roues, aucun dealers de rue sera mega Cage
Ne quittera même pas l'état et laissera tomber le poids indélébile
Poussé la charrue, d'ici à Moscou, où dois-je commencer maintenant?
Brûlez les récoltes si vous voyez des flics appelez blaow blaow
Je l'ai eu, whippin' le tracteur effacés
Avant la première récolte dans les rangs de maïs Cage repéré
La queue se termine, sous surveillance, merc la récolte
Exécuter de haut, a frappé pour la fumée lookin' à vingt étés
Six cents plantes, et ils ont brûlé chacun
Cette histoire est finie, mais ma rime n'est pas finie
Maintenant, je suis de vous dire ce qui la baise, cela signifie
De neuf un quatre L. E. S. et Queens
Deux techniciens lyriques qui sont venus jouer
Numéro un colporteur de charbon, Eon et Cage
Juste un petit quelque chose que nous avons inventé des mensonges malades à l'heure, Mighty Mi sur la coupure
Une partie est de la fiction, et une partie de fait
Maintenant, ils aiment un rap stupide sur une piste de batterie lourde
Ils étaient fous putain de houes et nous avons baisé tout le monde
Cette histoire est terminée, et ma rime est terminée