Paroles et traduction de la chanson «Fire (feat. Busta Rhymes)» par Joe Budden

Fire (feat. Busta Rhymes) (Feu)

[Intro : Joe Budden]
[Intro : Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement
Laisse moi juste faire cette remarque
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Haute et forte-Jersey est dans la place
Some dude's got problems wit me
Quelques bouffons ont des problemes avec moi
Over there - I ain't care
Plus loin-Je m'en m'en tape
Some people see me creep
Quelques personnes me voient ramper
They mack all type - that's alright
Ils ( ? ) tout le monde- C'est vrai
You know I slurp my drink
Tu sais que je bois mon verre
I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze ! )
Je suis saccader a l'interieur- Kids aight ! (Just Blaze)

[Verse : Joe Budden]
[Verse : Joe Budden]
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else ? )
Yes y'all c'est le seul et l'unique (et encore ? )
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else ? )
Et je suis venu pour me délirer la (homie) (et encore ? )
And I came wit a ton of money (but ! )
Et je suis venu avec une tonne d'argent (mais ! )
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
Ne soyez pas tordu le flingue est sur moi (maintenant)
This chick's wit her man frontin on me
Ces salopes avec leurs bonhommes se frottent sur moi
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Je ( ? ) lorsque'elle fait avec ( ? )
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
Parce que, Jump Off j'ai une tonne de de phénomènes développés
One named Tasha, one named Monique
L'une s'appelais Tasha et l'autre Monique
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
Une diva
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
Elle a ses bon talons sur elle Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
Et mon amour pour le club, alors elle reste bien
And she give me brains just the way I like !
Et me donne ( ? ) juste comme je l'aime
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
Un seul vrai ghetto, donne pas de raison
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
Elle sais que je suis pas son mec, elle ne ( ? )
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
Joey seulement va sur sa huche le weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
Vraiment vraiment tard quand les enfants sont endormis
'Tis the season, no more BS music
( ? ) la saison, plus de BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Observe et apprend, regarde nous faire sa
Geeks here's new shit
Geeks les nouvelles merdes d'ici
Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon ! )
Les playboys que je garde exclusivement pour faire des bouffons regardé moins d'unités( c'mon ! )

[Chorus : Busta Rhymes]
[Chorus : Busta Rhymes]
Can't stop won't stop
T'arretes pas tu t'arreteras pas
Rock it to the rhythm
Bouge sa dans le rythme
Cause we - ah get down
Parce qu'on-ah on descend
Cause we - ah get down
Parce qu'on-ah on descend
Cause we - ah get down
Parce qu'on-ah on descend
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we - ah get down
Parce qu'on- ah on descend
And we seeing that
Et nous en voyant sa
There's some hoes in this house
Il y a quelques putes ici
There's some hoes in this house
Il y a quelques putes ici
Light that 'dro in tha house

Smoke that 'dro in tha house

Bring that doe in this house

Bring that doe in this house

Where dem hoes in this house ?

Where dem hoes in this house ?

Where my niggas at ?

[Verse : Busta Rhymes]

Guess who's coming ?

It be the God of the flows

It be the God of the spitting

It be the God of the blows

You'll be black and blue up your shit

And probably swell up your nose

Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes

Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe

And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro

Better back it up money before they crack through the dome

I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull

HOLD UP ! ! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all

Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all

Watching you niggas, you shook ! all you looking all nervous

Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose

Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach

Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat

Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap

I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at

[Chorus]

[Bridge : Joe Budden]

Let me just make this statement

Loud and clear - Jersey's here

Some dude's got problems wit me

Over there - I ain't care

Some people see me creep

They mack all type - that's alright

You know I slurp my drink

I'm clipped inside - kids aight

[Verse : Joe Budden]

Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me ?

Don't be fooled it ain't this easy

All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy

You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly

(But) Who's fly in rap ? I in fact

By myself, no one behind the attack

And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that

Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back

Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap

If the rest of you provide is wack

I see creativity dying fast

I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though)

Now they do it all, you just applying the rap

Honestly now, it's not the economy's down

Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole

The wacker the music the bigger the ego

Fans left suffering, gasping !

And it's embarassing ! Jump Off I'm the aspirin

I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting

Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Whoo ! [repeat to fade]