Paroles et traduction Dead Obies - Runnin'

Runnin'

Hey yo, $ud $ale stories, tales of the dark side
Hostile, quessé tu penses connaître sur notre style?
Speedy Gonzales, c'est comme 20 en hispanique
Run so fast, chili dans mes espadrilles
Extatique, trop d'style pour m'installer
Être statique, c'est pour les (ah-ah)
Pis c'est impossible de dire pourquoi j'suis pas capable de stack money
Runnin' nine to five, still le cordonnier y est mal chaussé
Mince salaire, les fins d'semaine, la même salade
La faim m'travaille, le pain s'balade, j'peux ben être malade
Un homme valable, miss-matched avec Miss-Madame
Sell-out pour un best-seller, pas l'choix d'être le best ça l'air!
$ud $ale, crystal et mescaline
J'essaie de get out "puff d'air saline!"
Lever les voiles, si le vent s'lève, la mer s'anime
Profite d'la marée quand la Lune, le Soleil, la Terre s'alignent
D'un pôle à l'autre, le mind slalom, a bit static
Tourne en rond dans le $ud $ale, sans-salir-ses-kicks status
Les boys vieillissent vite, les filles s'déguisent en goddess
Toute pour être le baddest, être honnest, écoute, les kids s'en câlissent!
Plein d'police, I've been runnin' for two blocks
Rocks in my socks, dirty money in a shoe box
J'ai hâte qu'la boîte soit pleine
Get the fuck out of this bitch dans les kicks du king
And I be runnin'
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Brand new Flight sur le mind
Des Nike lacés tight a'ec une five sur le side
Run buddy, run, run!
Run buddy, run, run!
(Ah, ah) Où c'est qu'y s'cache le money?
J'reviens d'l'Étage Souterrain, j'en ai des taches sur mes runnings, han
So, j'en voulais des nouveaux
Kick blancs, signe bleu pis j'étais ready to go!
Et j'étais ready to go! Avec mes semelles indigo
Tanqueray, take a risk et pis drop au casino, oh-oh
Y est rendu cinq et d'mie, il m'reste rien qu'une main
Mais j'ai rien qu'une vie, pis j'reviens pas demain
Fais avec, beubé, j'suis all in!
Rien à perdre, beubé, j'suis mort-né!
I do what I do
Baby, j'ai des fils lousses pis des trous dans mes shoes, 'cause I'm
Runnin', runnin!
Pis sont comme "tu fais juste user tes J's!"
J'suis comme "sorry les filles, mais auriez-vous ceux-là dans l'dix et demi?"
J'vis d'un six et demie, j'chausse du dix et demi
J'ai plus y'enque une paire, pis sont busted
So, I gotta go back there and purchase some more!
Pis si tu m'arrêtes pas, maman, Imma purchase 'em all!
Imma purchase 'em all! Même les bruns pis les mauves!
Pis check-moi piler sur mon orteil s'ils sont trop p'tits d'une taille
'Cause "two years ago, a friend of mine..."
Y avait les fat Nike Airs a'ec les lacets blancs
Mais y a vite switché pour des souliers quand il a épousé ma cousine
Y avait trop plus l'temps pour courir, c'était sa façon d'settle down
Moi, j'suis là avec des fourmis dans mes jambes!
Juste le goût de get the fuck out of this town!
Partir en tournée, fourrer des groupies dans l'bain-tourbillon
Pis dégoupiller les bouteilles fournies avec la chambre!
Sali mes Fila pour en get une paire de propres
Run le Québec tout l'été, là va m'falloir une paire de bottes
Vintage, custom, 'cause I'm kind of unique
So, mes kicks sont sur l'time comme un Dead Obies beat, and I'm out!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
(Moi, mes souliers ont beaucoup voyagé)
(Ils m'ont porté de l'école à la guerre)
Uno, Unos, yeah, j'ai des Uno, Unos!
This is all I do know, do know, c'que j'sais, j'ai des Uno-Unos
Noirs a'ec les white lacets, pis les straps en vrai cuir black, yeah, check!
Run buddy, run, run!
So, t'as les fat shoes, pas l'choix buddy, run! Run!
Yeah, pis t'es rock, tes shoes real propres
Mais l'jour où t'vas être propre, tes shoes vont être busted!
So, run buddy, fais du ch'min pis r'viens
Remember "une main pis tu r'viens pas d'main!"
Simple d'même, et su'l'bacon, man
J'veux une couple de Pesos, non, j'attendrai pas qu'y appellent mon numéro (oh oh)
Kicks neufs, j'suis le boss
Pis main'que qu'j'get mon quatre pour cent, Imma purchase some more!
Yeah, Imma purchase some more! Même les bruns pis les mauves
Pis check-moi fuck avec le boy si j'ai "insufficient funds"
Cause we're running!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Runnin'

Hey yo, south side stories, tales of the dark side
Hostile, what do you think you know about our style?
Speedy Gonzales, it's like 20 in Hispanic
Run so fast, chili in my sneakers
Extatic, too much style to settle down
Being static is for the (ah-ah)
And it's impossible to say why I can't stack money
Runnin' nine to five, still the cobbler is poorly shod
Low wages, weekends, the same salad
Hunger works me, bread walks, I can be sick
A worthy man, mismatched with Miss-Madame
Sell-out for a best-seller, no choice but to be the best it seems!
South side, crystal and mescaline
I try to get out "puff of saline air!"
Raise the sails, if the wind rises, the sea comes alive
Enjoy the tide when the Moon, the Sun, the Earth align
From one pole to the other, the mind slalom, a bit static
Going around in the south side, without-dirtying-his-kicks status
The boys are getting old fast, the girls are dressing up as goddesses
Everything to be the baddest, to be honest, listen, the kids don't give a damn!
Full of cops, I've been runnin' for two blocks
Rocks in my socks, dirty money in a shoe box
I can't wait for the box to be full
Get the fuck out of this bitch in the king's kicks
And I be runnin'
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Brand new Flight on my mind
Nike laces tight with a five on the side
Run buddy, run, run!
Run buddy, run, run!
(Ah, ah) Where is the money hiding?
I just came back from the Underground Floor, I have stains on my runnings, han
So, I wanted new ones
White kicks, blue sign and I was ready to go!
And I was ready to go! With my indigo soles
Tanqueray, take a risk and then drop at the casino, oh-oh
It's five past midnight, I have only one hand left
But I only have one life, and I'm not coming back tomorrow
Deal with it, babe, I'm all in!
Nothing to lose, babe, I'm stillborn!
I do what I do
Baby, I have loose threads and holes in my shoes, 'cause I'm
Runnin', runnin!
And they're like "you're just wearing out your J's!"
I'm like "sorry girls, but would you have those in ten and a half?"
I live on six and a half, I wear ten and a half
I only have one pair left, and they're busted
So, I gotta go back there and purchase some more!
And if you don't stop me, mom, Imma purchase 'em all!
Imma purchase 'em all! Even the brown and the purple ones!
And watch me step on my toe if they're one size too small
'Cause "two years ago, a friend of mine..."
He had the fat Nike Airs with the white laces
But he quickly switched to dress shoes when he married my cousin
He didn't have time to run anymore, it was his way of settling down
Me, I'm here with ants in my pants!
Just want to get the fuck out of this town!
Go on tour, stuff groupies in the jacuzzi
And uncork the bottles provided with the room!
Dirty my Fila to get a clean pair
Run Quebec all summer, I'm gonna need a pair of boots
Vintage, custom, 'cause I'm kind of unique
So, my kicks are on time like a Dead Obies beat, and I'm out!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
(My shoes have traveled a lot)
(They carried me from school to war)
Uno, Unos, yeah, I got Uno, Unos!
This is all I do know, do know, what I know, I got Uno-Unos
Black with the white laces, and the straps in real black leather, yeah, check!
Run buddy, run, run!
So, you got the fat shoes, no choice buddy, run! Run!
Yeah, and you're rockin', your shoes real clean
But the day you get clean, your shoes will be busted!
So, run buddy, make some moves and come back
Remember "one hand and you don't come back tomorrow!"
Simple as that, and on the bacon, man
I want a couple of Pesos, no, I won't wait for them to call my number (oh oh)
New kicks, I'm the boss
And as soon as I get my four percent, Imma purchase some more!
Yeah, Imma purchase some more! Even the brown and the purple ones
And watch me fuck with the boy if I have "insufficient funds"
Cause we're running!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin', Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday