Yelawolf — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Happy Birthday Hip Hop
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Happy Birthday Hip Hop » de Yelawolf.
Paroles
Twin states mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big KRIT, Yelawolf
Happy, happy birthday, happy birthday…
I used to do backspins, no Adidas suit
In my grandmama’s house, listening to Coup
Straight out the country like a pair of boots
With no apparel to match
I was hip-hop before I ought to be hip
Some dirty British Knights, tied up, size 6
Don’t give me the spoon to cut my pie with
I did it, hand scooped the proofs under my eyelids
I was bumpin' that and that UGK, and that group home
And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka, put your boots on That’s mustard, no Grey Poupon
Geto Boys trick or treat: let’s go home
Deep dish D’s, drop two tones
And I know Alabama ain’t your birthplace
But I just come to celebrate, happy birthday
Hip-hop
Yelawolf and Big KRIT on some new shit
We got that firewater, so keep your candles lit
Uh, happy birthday hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don’t stop
The door slamming and the rims chop
Twin states from the bottom, now we on top
So happy birthday, hip hop
We worldwide and it don’t stop
I’m hollerin' breathe little shawty
Just look what I done bought ya The very best that I possess from 'neath that country water
Like preaching from the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya The beginning of the better, return of forever
Like Pete Rock in the lab no telling what we’ll chef up You find a will to flow once the bottom does settle
I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and your shovel
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss Rebel
My definition for lizard crawling and heavy metal
808 bass in, haters scrum facing
While you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
«Say it ain’t so, KRIT», bitch, I’m just saying
Don’t play me like no sucka
These Alpines leave you muffled
Country buckin' hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take that
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the cake at Bonita fried, apple pie Baum put me on
(Put 'em up) waffle house, 2Pac's rock song
You see I had to dig to find the hieroglyphics
My mama didn’t know about Souls of Mischief
See the Bible what gave me the Holy Spirit
But it didn’t give me rap, cause I wasn’t supposed to hear it So I had to walk under them Rebel flags
With my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who would’ve thunk it, I think we onto something
Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me coming
If you check my gun function, I’ve been 'bout it 'bout it The royalties within my jeans and they so outta pocket
Back when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas and pendulums and boppers kept bopping
Reminiscing on the golden times
3000 rhymed over noise so organized
Traduction des paroles
Joyeux anniversaire hip-hop, maintenant me montrer où le gâteau à Bonita fried, tarte aux pommes Baum m'a mis sur
Waffle house, chanson rock de 2Pac
J'ai dû creuser pour trouver les hiéroglyphes
Ma mère n'était pas au courant de Souls of Mischief
Voir la Bible ce qui m'a donné le Saint Esprit
Mais ça ne m'a pas donné de rap, parce que je n'étais pas censé l'entendre alors j'ai dû marcher sous les drapeaux rebelles
Avec mon sweat à capuche à l'envers, avec Adidas sur l'étiquette
Qui l'aurait cru, je pense que nous avons quelque chose
Comme un haut-parleur sur ma poitrine, pas de retenue ils m'entendent venir
Si vous vérifiez ma fonction d'arme à feu, j'ai été 'bout It' bout IT les redevances dans mes jeans et ils tellement outta poche
Retour quand la vis a été popping, les 4s et Vogue a été hacher
Les swangas et les pendules et les boppers continuaient à sauter
Se remémorer les temps d'or
3000 rimes sur le bruit si organisé