Paroles et traduction Jooks - Hun Vil Ha' En Rapper

Hun Vil Ha' En Rapper

Jeg ik' et stilikon, ligner ik' en million
Men lyder som en milliard, når jeg på den mikrofon
Broke - jeg har ik en krone - tomme lommer I mine jeans
Har ik råd til en dyr tøs, har ikke engang råd til billig Jeans
Så jeg sipper billig vin og sætter ild til en af mine
Sidste stænger nikotin og lukker nattelivet ind
Mænd på fire ben, jager for at finde en
Tøs med klasse inden klokken ringer ind til sidste time
Så hun er ik alene, behøver intet diadem
Nattens dronningen combi af kvinde min, og kvinde din
Ja hun er virkelig fin, burde hedde gilloutine
Fyrerne de taber hovedet når de ser hendes grin

Hun vil ik' ha' en rock'n'roller
Der står og skråler
Gasolin ved et bål
Og hun vil ik' ha' en bodybuilder
Hvis eneste jern der virker
Er det med vægte på (nej, nej, nej)
Og hun vil ik' ha' et jakkesæt
Med pengeclips og slips
Tænder ik' på regnskabstips
Og hun vil ik' ha' en prettyboy
Der går I for fint tøj
Hun vil ha wifebeater og sneaks, så når hun ser dig siger hun:
Nej, nej, nej, nej, nej!
Så når hun ser dig siger hun
Nej, nej, nej, nej, nej!
Så når hun ser dig siger hun:
Jeg vil ha en rapper jeg vil jeg vil ha en rapper

Hun vil ha' en rapper - siger jeg til mig selv
Mens jeg passerer mænd der alle må gå triste hjem
De tabte mælet da de t-t-t-talte med hende
Og det hjalp ik da lod deres penge t-t-t-tale for dem
Og deres trendy tøj hjælper ik' noget
Når det deres mundtøj der gået af mode
Og hvis de, prøvede at fylde hende med pis var hendes svar;
Er du for dum til at se forskel på pussy og pissoir?
Hun skal ha' en rapper, der siger det som det er
Intet skjult, intet glemt; der siger det sådan her
Der gir hende, lige det hun fortjent
En gentleman I byen, og en gadedreng I sengen (Jooks!)
Så jeg siger det til hende, og hun svarer igen
Har en betingelse, hvis jeg ville se hende I mit hjem
Hun synes ik der bliver spillet nok rap I dag
Så hun fik mig til at lave pop, så alle kan høre hvad hun vil ha

She Wants a Rapper

I'm not a fashion icon, I don't look like a million
But I sound like a billion when I'm on that microphone
Broke - I don't have a dime - empty pockets in my jeans
Can't afford an expensive girl, can't even afford cheap jeans
So I sip on cheap wine and light up one of my last
Cigarettes and let the nightlife in
Guys on all fours, hunting to find a
Classy girl before the bell rings for last call
So she won't be alone, doesn't need a diadem
Queen of the night, a combination of my woman and your woman
Yes, she's really fine, should be called a guillotine
Guys lose their heads when they see her grin

She doesn't want a rock and roller
Who stands there bellowing
Gasolin by a fire
And she doesn't want a bodybuilder
Whose only working iron
Is with weights on (no, no, no)
And she doesn't want a suit
With a money clip and tie
Doesn't get turned on by accounting tips
And she doesn't want a prettyboy
Who walks around in fancy clothes
She wants a wifebeater and sneakers, so when she sees you she says:
No, no, no, no, no!
So when she sees you she says
No, no, no, no, no!
So when she sees you she says:
I want a rapper, I want I want a rapper

She wants a rapper - I say to myself
As I pass guys who all have to go home sad
They lost their words when they were s-s-s-talking to her
And it didn't help when they let their money t-t-t-talk for them
And their trendy clothes don't help at all
When it's their mouth that's gone out of style
And if they tried to fill her with bull, her answer was:
Are you too stupid to see the difference between pussy and a urinal?
She wants a rapper who tells it like it is
Nothing hidden, nothing forgotten; who says it like this
Who gives her exactly what she deserves
A gentleman in the city, and a hoodlum in bed (Jooks!)
So I tell it to her, and she answers me
She has a condition if I want to see her in my home
She thinks there's not enough rap played today
So she made me make pop, so everyone can hear what she wants