Tunechi — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Green Ranger
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Green Ranger » de Tunechi.
Paroles
When this shit dropped I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing, big dreams
Say goodbye to ripped jeans, nigga got a job
Had my little wad, worst fear was getting robbed
For my last 50 dollars that I had left over
Five dollars and they pop a nigga in his left shoulder
Minimum wage, $ 5.15
13′s on the whip, kept my shit clean, uh
Actually that was my mama shit
But I’m drivin' 'round town on my Obama shit
Middle-class my ass, just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the shit
But yeah, I’m headed for a scholarship
Little scrap game, but I got a lot of lip
That’s why them niggas don’t like me and always wanna fight me
A dumb nigga hate a smart mouth, most likely, uh
I know the game, I’m an expert
Nigga, how you gonna jump me if my legs work?
Nigga I’m gone, showed up at the crib tryna bone
And I ain’t fuck yet 'cause her mama always home
God damn, Lord have mercy
Please God, don’t let this little broad have herpes
My nigga say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Gold medals if we gave hoes medals
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spiderman sheets, got her singing falsetto
Tall white tee’s, can’t believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we’re weirdos
But we was only kiddos
Grabbing titties in the club, pocket full of skittle
Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
Tryna get to Diddy, 'cause I murder instrumentals
This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
Fucked then I’ll pass, y’all Utah Jazz-in'
Ya borin', I don’t play nigga, I’m Mark Madsen
That’s why my knots thick like a fucking Kardashian
I’m not askin', my nigga I don’t need favors
I’m in the streets with the fiends, I done seen danger
My team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger
I fucking ran outta breath, heh
Team major, we party like teenagers
I’m in the green Range, nigga I’m the Green Ranger
Cole
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don’t even like this beat but fuck it, I’ma only spit a few
bars 'cause I don’t like this beat, let’s go
Uh, bitch I’m not old news, I’m more like gold shoes
She eat my whole dick, she like Whole Foods
They say I’m old school, but I dropped out
Drop ya body off at a cops house
They throwin' up them bricks, you better box out
My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
I got my drawers on, Sam Rothstein
.44 on my waist, Rick Ross jeans
I’ve been faded, stone wash jeans
New pussy, new money, New Orleans
50 up in that uzi, G-G-G, G-Unit
I murk you with that bitch, scratch the serial number, re-use it, uh
I’m from the N-O, stretch niggas out like limo’s
Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that’s pimples, uh
I’m bout to go banana puddin', hehe
You a dyke 'cause your man a pussy
Hit you from the blindside, no Sandra Bullock
Never bite the hand that feeds you
Always watch the hand that’s cookin'
Tunechi
Hahaha, yeah man, D4 Ho. Shout out Cole, you already know what it is,
Cole World. Wayne’s World. We in this bitch ho, special delivery at your front
door, hahahahahahaha, redbone biatch!
Traduction des paroles
Je suis dans la gamme verte, négro je suis le Ranger Vert
Cole
Ouais, ouais, ouais, je n'aime même pas ce rythme mais merde, Je ne crache que quelques-uns
bars parce que je n'aime pas ce rythme, allons-y.
Euh, salope Je ne suis pas de vieilles nouvelles, je suis plus comme des chaussures d'or
Elle mange toute ma bite, elle aime les aliments entiers
Ils disent que je suis de la vieille école, mais j'ai abandonné
Dépose ton corps chez les flics
Ils jettent des briques, tu ferais mieux de sortir
Mes négros ont eu assez de blanc pour construire la maison Barack
J'ai mis mes tiroirs, Sam Rothstein
.44 sur ma taille, Rick Ross jeans
J'ai été fané, jeans Stone wash
Nouvelle chatte, nouvel argent, La Nouvelle-Orléans
50 dans cette unité uzi, G-G-G, G
Je t'embrouille avec cette salope, gratte le numéro de série, réutilise - le, euh
Je suis du Pas de, tronçon niggas comme une limousine de l'
Uzi aller zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, c'est des boutons, euh
Je vais faire du puddin à la banane, hehe
T'es une gouine parce que ton mec est une chatte
Vous frapper de l'aveugle, pas Sandra Bullock
Ne mords jamais la main qui te nourrit
Regarde toujours la main qui cuisine
Tunechi
Hahaha, ouais mec, D4 Ho. Criez Cole, vous savez déjà ce que c'est,
Cole Monde. Wayne's World. Nous dans cette chienne ho, livraison spéciale à votre front
porte, hahahahahahaha, Redbone biatch!