Paroles et traduction en anglais SwaGGie - Ghodi

Ghodi

Yo, yo, yo, yo
What up, what up fam
What's going on
Oh i know, i know
I kept you all waiting for so long
Yeah, yeah, yeah (hey)

Haath upar kar le bhai (yeah)
Giraftaar karne aaye (unhun)
Surrender Mr. High
I'm like pakad ke toh dekhaaye
I keep pain suckers high
You tell me is that a crime
Lekin jo sunle mujhko
Uske tatte tight ho jaye
Tu kar jo mann mein aaye
Patti thok chillum jalaye
Bachi log bantai bummai
Sidha delhi se mumbai
Akad mein chalte bhai
Kalam yeh pelle jaye
Jo palle hum se padle
Wo phir bachke jaana paye

Phati padi hai bahut hadbadi main kari gadbadi toh gardan kati
Aur teri bali chadi toh machi khal bali
Hanthon mein hathkadi toh horahi baatein badi
Mushkil ghadi hai saansein chadhi hai
Tujhe jaana kahin aur tu jaraha kahin
Tu mujhe jaana nahi tu meri maana nahi
So everybody get a taste of me

Hum baap tere bhai jhaapte tikaaye
Moot dega pant main jo saamne koi aaye
Hum baap tere bhai jhaapte tikaaye
Moot dega pant main jo saamne koi aaye
Mere saath mere bhai goliyaan chalaye (thaein thaein)
Dhoowan yeh udake bandi ghodi ye banaye
Mere saath mere bhai goliyaan chalaye (thaein thaein)
Dhoowan yeh udake bandi ghodi ye banaye

Mare

Yo, yo, yo, yo
What up, what up, my lady
What's going on?
Oh, I know, I know
I kept you all waiting for so long
Yeah, yeah, yeah (hey)

Hands up, brother (yeah)
Coming to arrest you (unhun)
Surrender, Mr. High
I'm like, "Catch me if you can"
I keep my pain tolerance high
You tell me, is that a crime?
But whoever listens to me
Their bodies get tight
You do whatever you want
Roll a joint, light the chillum
Girl, I'm a Mumbai gangster
Straight from Delhi to Mumbai
Walking with swagger, brother
This pen will pierce
Whoever messes with us
Will have to run away

There's chaos, I made a mess, so heads will roll
And your sacrifice is causing mayhem
Handcuffs on, big talk
Tough times, breaths are heavy
You should go somewhere, but you're going somewhere else
You don't understand me, you don't agree with me
So everybody get a taste of me

We're your fathers, brother, applying tikaas (forehead marks)
Anyone who comes in front will piss their pants
We're your fathers, brother, applying tikaas (forehead marks)
Anyone who comes in front will piss their pants
With me, my brothers fire bullets (thaein thaein)
This smoke makes a girl a wild mare
With me, my brothers fire bullets (thaein thaein)
This smoke makes a girl a wild mare