Paroles et traduction Dead Obies - Trafic

Trafic

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Ça l'air qu't'es pogné dans l'trafic tou'é jours, beubé!
Low budget, mais ça l'air que t'as une grosse piscine
Cours steady pour des pauses pressées, wô, Bredren!
Grosse fessée, we back, motherfuckers! Yup!
So j'viens du G.P.K, $ud $ale, j't'initié
Des chums d'une Civic qui get drunk, le shit est real
Shitty place, yeah, mais still c'est mon city l'meilleur
Un shout out au Future Shop, j'l'ai chillé mon CD Player, yup!
Dead Obies, beubé, on est back!
$ud $ale, $ud, $ud $ale!
Game over, les best folks c'tun "Takeover"
Next HOV, moé, Greg Beaudin, yup!
Hate O.G, hate VNCN, yeah hate Jo
Hate Yes, yeah, hate Twenty, essaye pas!
$ud $ale, $ud, $ud $ale!
$ud $ale, $ud, $ud $ale!

Han, c't'u un party? Han-han, yup, c't'un party!
Le boss est buzzé su'a job (le boss est buzzé su'a job!)
Déguedine, déguedine, boy! Huile tes berings, boy!
Tu connais l'game boy, let's go, get dough pour get more (déguedine, déguedine, boy!)
J'ai mon âme en arrière de mon truck! (Jo Rock!)
La chemise est princière quand j'la porte
T'es engagé? J'suis l'patron! Dead-O placé su'l'plastron
Dead mothafucka a'ec "Bawss" gravé sur ma tombe
Brasse par ici matante, gros "shimmy shimmy ya!"
Tasse-toi! Tu l'vois pas, mais c'est chaud dans l'$ud!
J'voulais pas naître, look in my eyes
J'suis pretty high, prêt à die comme Biggie Petit
Chum, fais-le! Get stupid, même si t'as pas d'raison
Sip un cognac dans bouette a'ec le Doc Ferron
So t'es pas down a'ec le $ud $ale style pas propre?
Aight, fuck off! Viens me revoir quand tu biteras ça, croque-toi!

So now you're thinking that we made and you can fucks with it
Don't get it twisted cause we paid but we don't love bitches
$ud sinners mississippin' with my thug sisters, thrillin' in the slums
With they middle fingers up at ya
Do or die, mucho moolah on the line, smoking buddah with my chula
That's that goola state of mind!
Game time, triple tripled digits gang signs
Dead Illuminati that Bugatti ain't mine
Hey ma! I'm a do what I gotta do to eat
Put a little bit of coco on your torso going loco on your D's
D double O.G. (why?) 'cause I never gave a fuck, boi!
You like smoking weed hen? We don't really give a fuck, boi!
Never did, never will, printed on my crewneck
Smoked meat, Benadryl, tripled Z'd up jew snack
Screw rap, 20 tell'em how we do that
(Boi Bear! Where the motherfucking tool at!?)

Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!

Comme ça, t'étais pas mal au Nautilus Plus, c't'année?
Sur ton Monsieur Muscle, comme "m'as-tu vu le buste s'tenir?"
Grosse shape, mais fais pas ta grosse tête, t'sais qu'tu joues pas dans notre game
J'parie que c'pour ça qu'tu fais juste bencher!
Comme "tassez-vous, moi faut que j'vois mon doc'!
Dites-y qu'il vienne me plugger sur l'câble avant que j'vire mongole!"
Faque, "One Love"! Si t'as dig le Coll. Vol. one
Mais, girl, faut qu"t'arrêtes de m'appeler ton idole
T'sais que j'suis juste un wigger sur le drum!
Still legit, si ta blonde veut mes dix digits
Dis-y qu'a check dins Pages Jaunes, parce que j'mean business
Oui, Bredrens! La barbe was on some Street Jesus
Mais qui m'résiste? T'sais qu'même Chéli veut mon p'tit pénis!
So! Double-park le 'Burb, pis laisse le engine runnin'
J'vais être back dans une minute avec le Purp' pis les copines
C'est peut-être à cause de comment qu'j'ai des Unos sur mes pattes
C'est peut-être les chélis, c'est peut-être la boucane
Mais j'sais qu'tu sais déjà qu'on est back!

Hey yo
Chevy six places, quarter tank of gaz
Dead Obies, iconoclastes, meaning you ain't gonna last
Now, that's what I call a classic!
We be this, we be that
Oui, oui, beubé, we be back, bitch, that's it!
Bouge du trafic, on remove la housse de plastique, yo
Du Kush, on en a assez pour emboucaner le quartier
Roule un autre, puis un autre
Call me Mr. Ultraviolet!
T'as l'album sur repeat, now who's the addict?
Lycra dans des Celicas, Battlestar Galactica
DJs got us dodging lasers, gros shout out à Aïsha!
Unleashing la Chevy and we won't stop till we have it all
We all out, what up!?!
We Back Motherfuckus, yuuup!

Traffic

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Looks like you're stuck in traffic every day, babe!
Low budget, but it looks like you've got a big pool
Run steady for quick breaks, woah, brethren!
Big spanking, we back, motherfuckers! Yup!
So I'm from G.P.K, $ud $ale, I'll initiate you
Friends in a Civic getting drunk, the shit is real
Shitty place, yeah, but still my city's the best
A shout out to Future Shop, I chilled my CD Player there, yup!
Dead Obies, babe, we're back!
$ud $ale, $ud, $ud $ale!
Game over, the best folks, it's a "Takeover"
Next HOV, me, Greg Beaudin, yup!
Hate O.G, hate VNCN, yeah hate Jo
Hate Yes, yeah, hate Twenty, don't even try!
$ud $ale, $ud, $ud $ale!
$ud $ale, $ud, $ud $ale!

Huh, is this a party? Huh-huh, yup, it's a party!
The boss is buzzed at his job (the boss is buzzed at his job!)
Get loose, get loose, boy! Oil your bearings, boy!
You know the game boy, let's go, get dough to get more (get loose, get loose, boy!)
I got my soul in the back of my truck! (Jo Rock!)
My shirt is princely when I wear it
You hired? I'm the boss! Dead-O placed on my chest
Dead motherfucker with "Bawss" engraved on my tombstone
Shake it over here, auntie, big "shimmy shimmy ya!"
Move! You don't see it, but it's hot in the $ud!
I didn't want to be born, look in my eyes
I'm pretty high, ready to die like Biggie Smalls
Dude, do it! Get stupid, even if you have no reason
Sip some cognac in the mud with Doc Ferron
So you're not down with the dirty $ud $ale style?
Aight, fuck off! Come see me again when you bite into this, take a bite!

So now you're thinking that we made it and you can mess with it
Don't get it twisted 'cause we paid but we don't love bitches
$ud sinners mississippin' with my thug sisters, thrillin' in the slums
With their middle fingers up at ya
Do or die, mucho moolah on the line, smoking buddah with my chula
That's that goola state of mind!
Game time, triple tripled digits gang signs
Dead Illuminati that Bugatti ain't mine
Hey ma! I'm gonna do what I gotta do to eat
Put a little bit of coco on your torso going loco on your D's
D double O.G. (why?) 'cause I never gave a fuck, boy!
You like smoking weed, huh? We don't really give a fuck, boy!
Never did, never will, printed on my crewneck
Smoked meat, Benadryl, tripled Z'd up jew snack
Screw rap, 20 tell 'em how we do that
(Boi Bear! Where the motherfucking tool at!?)

Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!
Move Back!

So, you were at Nautilus Plus quite a bit this year, huh?
With your Mr. Muscle act, like "did you see my chest?"
Great shape, but don't get a big head, you know you're not in our league
I bet that's why you only bench press!
Like "get out of the way, I gotta see my doc'!"
Tell him to come plug me into the cable before I go ape shit!"
So, "One Love"! If you dug Coll. Vol. one
But, girl, you gotta stop calling me your idol
You know I'm just a wigger on the drum!
Still legit, if your girl wants my digits
Tell her to check the Yellow Pages, 'cause I mean business
Yes, Brethren! The beard was on some Street Jesus
But who can resist me? You know even Chéli wants my little penis!
So! Double-park the 'Burb, and leave the engine running
I'll be back in a minute with the Purp' and the girls
Maybe it's because of how I have Unos on my feet
Maybe it's the girls, maybe it's the smoke
But I know you already know we're back!

Hey yo
Six-seater Chevy, quarter tank of gas
Dead Obies, iconoclasts, meaning you ain't gonna last
Now, that's what I call a classic!
We be this, we be that
Yeah, yeah, babe, we be back, bitch, that's it!
Move out of the traffic, we're removing the plastic cover, yo
Kush, we got enough to smoke out the whole neighborhood
Roll another one, then another one
Call me Mr. Ultraviolet!
You got the album on repeat, now who's the addict?
Lycra in Celicas, Battlestar Galactica
DJs got us dodging lasers, big shout out to Aïsha!
Unleashing the Chevy and we won't stop till we have it all
We all out, what up!?!
We Back Motherfuckus, yuuup!