Paroles et traduction SQUASH - Cold Blood

Cold Blood

Salt Spring ah mi grung
Yuh hear dat?
Wul ah Glendevon
Gulf Side
Yow [?]
See weh mi ah seh dawg boss?
Uh mhmm
Yow ShabDon yuh know how it go enuh
Wap Dem

Wah mi do mi, slap one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk and mi nuh waste grains
Slap one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk and mi nuh waste grain
Wah mi do mi, slap one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk and mi nuh waste grains
Wah mi do mi, buss one inna dem head
Mi nuh like talk, dem nuh wan' hear

Tell dem seh fi run e make mi full dem up ah copper
Cah mi killer dem so bad, yuh know di dirt ah full ah choppa
Coulda dead and dem mi go fi, di wulla ah dem anuh matter
Bagga chattings pon di net, and when see mi dem ah stammer
Wuk e zigga, mek e zaggy
Dem nuh bad, dem likkle faggy
Yuh nuh lucky like ah lotto

Mi press e trigger pon yuh
Press e trigger pon yuh

MAK-90, mi point e, yuh sumn like quicky
Clip bend like di sign pon mi Nike
'Mount ah bwoy mi loss nuh take mi lightly
'Mount ah dead inna di grave mi know nuh like mi
From di Matic lif' up, man ah chip up, gyal ah piss up
From yuh mi see, from mi buss dem head ah any event
Wah know mi spiteful, mi heart full ah revenge
Head ah buss, bloodclaat like bag juice
Huh

Mi press e trigger pon yuh
Press e trigger pon yuh
Cold blood murder
Spent shell
Man teet' deh over deh suh, marrow deh suh
Foot and hand pop off
Gunshot deh yah nuff

Buss one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk and mi nuh like trace
Wah mi do, buss one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk, mi nuh waste grains
Buss one inna dem head
Mi nuh like talk, dem nuh wan' hear
Wah mi do mi, slap one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk, and mi nuh waste grains

Mi nuh love e chattings, ever inna bad mood
From mi see di enemy mi nuh stop shoot
Nozzle catch ah fire, act like bad soup
Love when time dem team up, bungle inna group
Beretta do di dentist work, take out tooth
Squeeze down pon di trigger tight like mi Clark's boot
Lef' brain placka-placka loot like dog food
Magnum barrel spin like clothes inna washroom
Bobby bring yuh pon ah Bellemare Tree, tall broom
Mi nuh lef' e [?], chrome like spoon
Badness anuh fashion, wah wear like costume
Man ready fi di killing, never find excuse

MAK-90, mi point e, yuh sumn like quicky
Clip bend like di sign pon mi Nike
'Mount ah bwoy mi loss nuh take mi lightly
'Mount ah dead inna di grave mi know nuh like mi
From di Matic lif' up, man ah chip up, gyal ah piss up
From mi yuh, from mi buss dem head ah any event
Wah know mi spiteful, mi heart full ah revenge
Head ah buss, bloodclaat like bag juice
Huh

Buss one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk and mi nuh like trace
Wah mi do, buss one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk, mi nuh waste grains
Buss one inna dem head
Mi nuh like talk, dem nuh wan' hear
Wah mi do mi, slap one inna dem face
Mi nuh like talk, and mi nuh waste grains

Tell dem seh fi run e make mi full dem up ah copper
Cah mi killer dem so bad, yuh know di dirt ah full ah choppa
Coulda dead and dem mi go fi, di wulla ah dem anuh matter
Bagga chattings pon di net, and when see mi dem ah stammer
Wuk e zigga, mek e zaggy
Dem nuh bad, dem likkle faggy
Yuh nuh lucky like ah lotto

Cold Blood

Salt Spring ah mi ground
You hear that?
Whole ah Glendevon
Gulf Side
Yo, what?
See what I'm sayin', dawg, boss?
Uh huh
Yo, ShabDon, you know how it goes, you know
Slap them

What I do, I slap one in their face
I don't like to talk and I don't waste grains
Slap one in their face
I don't like to talk and I don't waste grains
What I do, I slap one in their face
I don't like to talk and I don't waste grains
What I do, I bust one in their head
I don't like to talk, they don't want to hear

Tell them to run, it makes me fill them up with copper
Because I kill them so bad, you know the dirt is full of choppa
Could be dead, and them I go for, the wulla of them doesn't matter
Lots of chatting on the net, and when they see me they stammer
Work it zig zag, make it jagged
They're not bad, they're little faggots
You're not lucky like a lotto

I press the trigger on you
Press the trigger on you

MAK-90, I point it, you're something like quicky
Clip bends like the sign on my Nike
Many boys I lost, don't take me lightly
Many dead in the grave, I know, don't like me
From the Matic lifts up, man is chipped up, girl is pissed up
From you I see, from me they bust their heads at any event
Want to know, I'm spiteful, my heart is full of revenge
Head is busting, blood clot like bag juice
Huh

I press the trigger on you
Press the trigger on you
Cold blood murder
Spent shell
Man's teeth are over there, marrow is there
Foot and hand pop off
Gunshots are plenty here

Bust one in their face
I don't like to talk and I don't like to trace
What I do, bust one in their face
I don't like to talk, I don't waste grains
Bust one in their head
I don't like to talk, they don't want to hear
What I do, I slap one in their face
I don't like to talk, and I don't waste grains

I don't love the chatting, always in a bad mood
From I see the enemy I don't stop shooting
Nozzle catches fire, acts like bad soup
Love when their team comes up, bungles in a group
Beretta does the dentist's work, takes out teeth
Squeeze down on the trigger tight like my Clark's boots
Left brain splattered loot like dog food
Magnum barrel spins like clothes in the washroom
Bobby brings you on a Bellemare Tree, tall broom
I don't leave the chrome, chrome like a spoon
Badness is not fashion, why wear it like a costume
Man ready for the killing, never find an excuse

MAK-90, I point it, you're something like quicky
Clip bends like the sign on my Nike
Many boys I lost, don't take me lightly
Many dead in the grave, I know, don't like me
From the Matic lifts up, man is chipped up, girl is pissed up
From you I see, from me they bust their heads at any event
Want to know, I'm spiteful, my heart is full of revenge
Head is busting, blood clot like bag juice
Huh

Bust one in their face
I don't like to talk and I don't like to trace
What I do, bust one in their face
I don't like to talk, I don't waste grains
Bust one in their head
I don't like to talk, they don't want to hear
What I do, I slap one in their face
I don't like to talk, and I don't waste grains

Tell them to run, it makes me fill them up with copper
Because I kill them so bad, you know the dirt is full of choppa
Could be dead, and them I go for, the wulla of them doesn't matter
Lots of chatting on the net, and when they see me they stammer
Work it zig zag, make it jagged
They're not bad, they're little faggots
You're not lucky like a lotto