Paroles et traduction Loud feat. Lary Kidd & 20Some - On My Life

On My Life

Garde l′oeil ouvert
On va pull up en Subaru
À nous la rue, pas de carrés rouges
On est sur le cas des avocats
Parce qu'on veut les K de Kamaro
Donne-moi ma cut, donne-moi l′alcool
Ça prend pas la tête à Papa Roach
My music was born in America
Baby, that's Rock 'N Roll

Uh, mon étoile, je l′ai gagnée
Si je dois recommencer, je répéterai mes exploits comme Mike Jones
On pédale, on pédale, on pédale, on veut
Que des médailles et des maillots jaunes
Mais qu′est-ce que j'entends?
Que y′a des rappeurs qui s'inventent des vies
Tout droit sortis des asiles
Qu′est-ce que j'entends?
C′est mon petit doigt qui me dit que j'suis à deux doigts de sortir le troisième
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Aucuns rappeurs, on est quinze sur la scène
Coup de théâtre, aucuns acteurs
On arrive dans ta ville
On fait tout sauter en trois quarts d'heure
Même pas défait mes valises
J′refais ma vie à chaque 24 heures
Tour life

Une main vers le ciel, on a fait le serment d′honneur
La vérité, que la vérité
Si on ment, on meurt, ah
Promis sur mes amis
Juré sur mes enfants terribles
Bon dieu voit, sur ma mère, sur l'Amérique
Man I swear it on my life

Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life

Tout c′qu'on fait, c′est officiel (yeah)
Mon salon est officiel (yeah)
Mon jacket, c't′un Officiel (yeah)
Ta copine est pas si belle (but I'd still hit that tho!)
I pull up au FME (sup')
Tout′ gelé sur l′éphédrine (what's up)
Tu nous vois, t′es comme: FML
Ta carrière sera éphémère (aaah)
Ah! Minimum trois milles par show
J'en fais-tu du bread à ton avis, ben oui!
Sex, drugs and Rock ′n' roll
Le pocket swollen à cause du Rap Queb, oui
Had this girl up in the condo
Je lui ai mis dans le wrong hole
Reconduit sa petite fille au camp d′jour
Fuck boy, Lary Kidd, ben oui!
Shout-out à Big Jo la légende
On est là, mon gars, dans des édifices
Les gars font leur bitch depuis quelques temps
Who knows? I just might be féministe
À part mon avance de dix milles que j'ai blow
Je n'ai vu aucuns bénéfices
Shout-out au p′tit patnais Rowjay
Mais surtout shout-out au boy Médéric
Who the fuck wants it right now?
Que tous mes real ones se manifestent
Regarde-moi maman, j′suis à Prague en train de chiller avec des ballerines
So j'pull up dans les 5 à 7
High as fuck parce j′ai rien à perdre
Mes goons faisaient des home invasions
Sylvain Cossette (hahaha)

Une main vers le ciel, on a fait le serment d'honneur
La vérité, que la vérité
Si on ment, on meurt, ah
Promis sur mes amis
Juré sur mes enfants terribles
Bon dieu voit, sur ma mère, sur l′Amérique
Man I swear it on my life

Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life

Garde l'œil ouvert m′en va pull up en Bugatti
Dans mes bons habits comme un sultan d'Abu Dhabi
Fais tourner les têtes ébahis when they look at me
I'll be comin′ straight up pour le milk and honey
And I′m rockin' them glasses comme Buddy Holly
When I pull up, pull up j′donne un torticoli (Aw!)
Promis, promis, sur la tête de mommy
Si j'ai un doubt ′bout it, j'd′mande au man above me
And I'm thinking imma go with that
M'a prendre un lease sur l′avant-garde
Oùssé qu′on s'en va, ça nous r′garde
So shut the fuck up pis er'garde
Look at me now (look at me)
20 y est pu like he used to
Now they clownin′
Comme Mr. Bean en Mini Cooper
Pendant qu'moi j′finis dans l'whip d'une jeune Virginie Coosa
Fais comme Martin Lawrence, Woosah-woosah
To check Imma do so
Dead O in town, sont comme où ça, où ça?
Les deux yeux ouverts comme le hibou du Hooters
We sippin′ only sur le Grey Goose et mousseux, nah!
J′pop jamais d'champagne sans t′éclabousser
Bitch, I'm no whale j′viens pas d'Tadoussac
You suck it down, yeah baby that′s what's up
You running in circles dans l'carrousel
Yo! C′est confirmé, we loopin′ and loopin' d′un circuit fermé
On va frapper la route, faire le tour du Québec
I mean, combien d'loops avant d′être riches et célèbres?
Faque on fait d'la vitesse, baby c′t'un euphémisme
J'sur les amphétamines avec Philippe Fehmiu
Imma keep it poppin′, fuck up le showb′iness
Imma keep it hundred, vas-y, fais-le, fais mieux
Peek-a-boo, c'est moi le MC au parcours impeccable
Shout-out à Adam, I′m smokin' on medical (on medical weed now)
Si t′es pas down, tu peux suck sur mon edible
Arrogant miracle boy in America
500 chevaux dans ma Chevy, go merry-go-round (round)

Man, I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
Que des hommes de parole dans ma clique
Man I swear it on my life
On my life, on my life
Man I swear it

On My Life

Keep your eyes peeled
We're gonna pull up in a Subaru
The streets are ours, no red squares
We're on the lawyer's case
Because we want the K's of a Camaro
Give me my cut, give me the alcohol
It doesn't take Papa Roach's head
My music was born in America
Baby, that's Rock 'N Roll

Uh, I earned my star
If I have to start over, I'll repeat my feats like Mike Jones
We pedal, we pedal, we pedal, we want
Only medals and yellow jerseys
But what do I hear?
That there are rappers making up lives
Straight out of asylums
What do I hear?
My little finger tells me I'm two fingers away from releasing the third one
Only men of their word in my clique
No rappers, there's fifteen of us on stage
Dramatic turn, no actors
We're coming to your town
We blow everything up in three quarters of an hour
Haven't even unpacked my bags
I remake my life every 24 hours
Tour life

One hand towards the sky, we made the oath of honor
The truth, only the truth
If we lie, we die, ah
I promise on my friends
I swear on my terrible children
God sees, on my mother, on America
Man I swear it on my life

Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life

Everything we do is official (yeah)
My living room is official (yeah)
My jacket is an Official (yeah)
Your girlfriend is not that pretty (but I'd still hit that tho!)
I pull up at FME (sup')
All frozen on ephedrine (what's up)
You see us, you're like: FML
Your career will be ephemeral (aaah)
Ah! Minimum three thousand per show
Do I make bread in your opinion, well yes!
Sex, drugs and Rock 'n' roll
The pocket swollen because of Rap Queb, yes
Had this girl up in the condo
I put it in the wrong hole
Took his little girl back to summer camp
Fuck boy, Lary Kidd, hell yes!
Shout-out to Big Jo the legend
We're here, my guy, in buildings
The guys have been doing their bitch for a while
Who knows? I just might be a feminist
Apart from my ten thousand advance that I blew
I haven't seen any profits
Shout-out to the little patnais Rowjay
But especially shout-out to the boy Médéric
Who the fuck wants it right now?
Let all my real ones show up
Look at me mom, I'm in Prague chilling with ballerinas
So I pull up at the 5 à 7
High as fuck because I have nothing to lose
My goons were doing home invasions
Sylvain Cossette (hahaha)

One hand towards the sky, we made the oath of honor
The truth, only the truth
If we lie, we die, ah
I promise on my friends
I swear on my terrible children
God sees, on my mother, on America
Man I swear it on my life

Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life

Keep your eyes peeled I'm gonna pull up in a Bugatti
In my good clothes like a sultan of Abu Dhabi
Turn heads amazed when they look at me
I'll be comin' straight up for the milk and honey
And I'm rockin' them glasses like Buddy Holly
When I pull up, pull up I give a torticollis (Aw!)
I promise, I promise, on mommy's head
If I have a doubt about it, I ask the man above me
And I'm thinking imma go with that
Get me a lease on the avant-garde
Where are we going, it's our business
So shut the fuck up and watch
Look at me now (look at me)
20 ain't there no more like he used to
Now they clownin'
Like Mr. Bean in a Mini Cooper
While I end up in the whip of a young Virginie Coosa
Do like Martin Lawrence, Woosah-woosah
To check Imma do so
Dead O in town, they're like where, where?
Both eyes open like the Hooters owl
We sippin' only on Grey Goose and sparkling wine, nah!
I never pop champagne without splashing you
Bitch, I'm no whale I don't come from Tadoussac
You suck it down, yeah baby that's what's up
You running in circles in the carousel
Yo! It's confirmed, we loopin' and loopin' a closed circuit
We're gonna hit the road, tour Quebec
I mean, how many loops before we're rich and famous?
So we're speeding, baby it's a euphemism
I'm on amphetamines with Philippe Fehmiu
Imma keep it poppin', fuck up the showbusiness
Imma keep it hundred, go ahead, do it, do better
Peek-a-boo, it's me the MC with the impeccable career
Shout-out to Adam, I'm smokin' on medical (on medical weed now)
If you're not down, you can suck on my edible
Arrogant miracle boy in America
500 horses in my Chevy, go merry-go-round (round)

Man, I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
Only men of their word in my clique
Man I swear it on my life
On my life, on my life
Man I swear it