The Notorious B.I.G. — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson If I Should Die Before I Wake
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Paroles
Uhh. UHH
Yeah.
Uhh. uhh.
Uh! Yeah. yeah.
Uhh.
I’m on.
Fuck em. yeah, uhh.
With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit
Fuck her, never knew her
Screw her. (dump her body, dump her body) sewer
Our father. uh-huh.
What you expected from his next of kin
I’m loco bro, but ain’t no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I’m shittin
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin
Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
and my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake
With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit
Our father. if I should die before I wake
Fluck that
Snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift
Shut his hottie’s lips, bitch screamin, hit her body quick
Got me like the trifest not knowin how my life is My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike
The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers
Did it with the glocks, spit it witcha pops, you was in diapers
Loved me when you came to Rikers
Hated me all in the free cypher; mad you can’t be like us Some murderers who turn bikers -- see Biggie Smalls
recruited these snipers -- alumni do it just like us Some pied pipers, squeezin life out y’all
It’s all out war, be all wild as all outdoor
If a coward got beef, y’all be checkin his palm
Paralyzin my niggaz thorough kid, how bout yours?
Real quick to screw a nigga then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga. whoah.
Yo when you fuckin wit Mac, you fuckin wit the best
Still wall to wall with them dusty Tecs
Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit
Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith
Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don’t need it Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic
When I squeeze don’t breathe keep it lined and even
So when niggaz get hit, they be cryin screamin
Lyin bleedin -- from that iron steamin
And I ain’t tryin to hear that bullshit, I ain’t mean it Niggaz start bitchin, when that pistol in they face
or I sick two puts to come and get you in your place
If I catch you in my shit, I’m wakin my bitch
Hear take this shit, crackin the brick, facin that shit
Takin two sniffs, grabbin my shit
Best believe if I get hit, y’all niggaz takin some shit
Picture niggaz takin my shit
Niggaz never thought they’d see Cube and Biggie
in the year 2000, all drunk and pissy
off whiskey, you can miss me, actin gay
He’s the King of New York, I’m the King of L.A.
Doin it the O.G. way; it’s sorta like
the Brooklyn Way, it’s just the crook in me So this is dedicated to the memory of the Notorious One, the glorious one
And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine
Cock my nine, and seperate yo' head from yo' spine
So, «Grab yo' dicks if you love hip-hop"and
fuck you niggaz that shot Big Pop'
The conspiracy, of this nation, for assassination
of the young black male in this black hell
And I can tell, no matter the weather
that you and Tupac got yo' shit together
California Love
Traduction des paroles
Alors, quand niggaz se faire frapper, ils pleurent screamin
Lyin bleedin -- de cette vapeur de fer
Et je n'essaie pas d'entendre ces conneries, je ne veux pas dire que les négros se mettent à chialer, quand ils ont ce pistolet en face
ou je malade deux puts à venir et vous mettre à votre place
Si je t'attrape dans ma merde, je me réveille ma chienne
Entendre prendre cette merde, crackin la brique, facin cette merde
Takin deux reniflements, grabbin ma merde
Croyez-moi que si je me fais frapper, vous prenez de la merde
Image niggaz takin mon Merde
Niggaz n'a jamais pensé qu'ils verraient Cube et Biggie
en l'an 2000, tous ivres et pissy
sans whisky, je peux te manquer, gay actin
Il est le roi de New York, je suis le roi de L. A.
Doin It The O. G. way; c'est en quelque sorte comme
le Brooklyn Way, c'est juste l'escroc en moi donc c'est dédié à la mémoire du notoire, le glorieux
Et si tu prends ton arme, je dois aller chercher la mienne
Coq mon neuf, et séparé yo 'tête de yo' colonne vertébrale
Alors, "prenez yo' bites si vous aimez le hip-hop " et
va te faire foutre mec qui a tiré sur Big Pop'
La conspiration, de cette nation, pour assassinat
du jeune homme noir dans cet enfer noir
Et je peux le dire, peu importe la météo
que Tupac et toi vous vous êtes mis ensemble
En Californie, L'Amour