Paroles et traduction Enhancer - West Side de Paname (feat. Marz)

West Side de Paname (feat. Marz)

En bas d'mon gratte-ciel de 5 étages
Je fais du tapage, c'est bling bling, cruising, ruff riding
En 103 racing ou bien chappy selle choppen
L'air d'un sharpeï, dans mon peau de cheupè,
Genre chépèr, ouais j'fais peur
Mais j'fais pire!
Moi et mon crew, on est des fous
On fume du shit avec du pneu,
Pas l'truc que teffrites avec du feu
Et vu qu'y a pas de crack,
On a que la kro pour se deffraquer
Mais t'inquiète que, si on avait du fric
Et ben on s'la mettrait à la Kriek
A brick city, euh... je veux dire fric city,
Mec j'ai MTV, donc les States
C'est un peu comme si qu'j'y vis!
Dans sa Renault z'huit-dix, comme des ouistitis
On saute, pour faire comme dans les clips
De l'autre là... P.Diddy!
Yyeaaah! you nowalamine,
Aïe feur, eu sandouitch
Onde ouikene baille
Eu chouinegom
Ouais c'est le Westside
On est dans le Westside
On vit dans le Westside
C'est ça le Westside
Ouais c'est le Westside
On est dans le Westside
On vit dans le Westside
Où ça? Dans le Westside de Paname
Bon, pour les biatchs c'est pas vraiment Malibu Beach
Ou bien Bay Watch, ici, ça me ferait plutôt penser à Blair Witch
On a une danse qui s'appelle le break
On se tortille dans tous les sens après avoir mangé un grec
Puis on est en guerre contre le Eastside
C'est vers Bobigny, sachant que le Westside
Commence au rail d'Ouessant et s'arrête à Paris
Comme les Bloods, on a des codes, sur nos blousons on a des blasons,
Qu'nos mères nous brodent, on se fait nos propres modes...
Alors on lève le doigt du milieu, c'est notre signe de gang mais c'est curieux
Dès que je le fais c'est comme si tout le monde était de ma bande
Rêvant des rues de San Francisco, je glande dans les rues de France en cyclo
Un vrai psycho à l'American Dream à trois franc six sous
Ouate? Foquite maine! Aillme di Amairicane of ze oue... ouess... ouesstsayde of PANAME!
Ouais c'est le Westside
On est dans le Westside
On vit dans le Westside
C'est ça le Westside
Ouais c'est le Westside
On est dans le Westside
On vit dans le Westside
Où ça? Dans le Westside de Paname
This boy is dreamin'he's seein
Them 24s when they spinnin', the chains gleamin'
He's wishin' like real hard he was blingin'
Got ghetto girls on his mind
64s bouncin'in time, to Gs spittin' they rhymes
California sun shine, Blunts and Hennessey
Inhalin'that sticky green, Palm trees swayin'
Feelin' the breeze, a couple Compton shorties
With bubble butts playin' double dutch
Rollin' real slow, Crips and Bloods
What up gangsta? They say pimpin' ain't easy
But monogamy's handen, trust me pantnen
He love that good old fashioned American gangsta music
Oin't nothin' wrong with that Joe go on and do it
Ouais c'est le Westside
On est dans le Westside
On vit dans le Westside
C'est ça le Westside
Ouais c'est le Westside
On est dans le Westside
On vit dans le Westside
Où ça? Dans le Westside de Paname

West Side of Paname (feat. Marz)

At the bottom of my 5-story skyscraper,
I'm making noise, it's bling bling, cruising, ruff riding,
In a racing 103 or a chopper with a chopped seat,
Looking like a Shar-Pei, in my cheap clothes,
Like, cheap, yeah I'm scary,
But I do worse!
My crew and I, we are crazy,
We smoke shit with tires,
Not the stuff you light with fire,
And since there's no crack,
We only have Kro to chill,
But don't worry, if we had money,
Well, we'd be drinking Kriek,
In brick city, uh... I mean rich city,
Dude I have MTV, so the States,
It's kinda like I live there!
In his Renault 8-10, like marmosets,
We jump, to do like in the clips,
From the other one there... P.Diddy!
Yyeaaah! You nowalamine,
Hey fire, uh sandwich,
Onde ouikene baille,
Eu chouinegom,
Yeah it's the Westside,
We are in the Westside,
We live in the Westside,
This is the Westside,
Yeah it's the Westside,
We are in the Westside,
We live in the Westside,
Where? In the Westside of Paname,
Well, for the babes, it's not really Malibu Beach,
Or Baywatch, here, it would remind me more of Blair Witch,
We have a dance called the break,
We wiggle in every direction after eating a Greek,
Then we are at war with the Eastside,
It's towards Bobigny, knowing that the Westside,
Starts at the Ouessant rail and stops in Paris,
Like the Bloods, we have codes, on our jackets we have crests,
That our mothers embroider for us, we make our own styles...
So we raise our middle finger, it's our gang sign, but it's funny,
As soon as I do it, it's like the whole world is in my gang,
Dreaming of the streets of San Francisco, I chill in the streets of France on my bike,
A real psycho with the American Dream for three francs six sous,
What? Forget it, man! I'm the American of the we... wes... westside of PANAME!
Yeah it's the Westside,
We are in the Westside,
We live in the Westside,
This is the Westside,
Yeah it's the Westside,
We are in the Westside,
We live in the Westside,
Where? In the Westside of Paname,
This boy is dreamin' he's seein'
Them 24s when they spinnin', the chains gleamin'
He's wishin' like real hard he was blingin'
Got ghetto girls on his mind
64s bouncin' in time, to Gs spittin' their rhymes
California sunshine, Blunts and Hennessey
Inhalin' that sticky green, Palm trees swayin'
Feelin' the breeze, a couple Compton shorties
With bubble butts playin' double dutch
Rollin' real slow, Crips and Bloods
What up gangsta? They say pimpin' ain't easy
But monogamy's handen, trust me pantnen
He love that good old fashioned American gangsta music
Ain't nothin' wrong with that Joe go on and do it
Yeah it's the Westside,
We are in the Westside,
We live in the Westside,
This is the Westside,
Yeah it's the Westside,
We are in the Westside,
We live in the Westside,
Where? In the Westside of Paname