Paroles et traduction Tommy Tee feat. Jesse Jones, Chirag & Vinni - Drabant (Kjendis Remix)

Drabant (Kjendis Remix)

Je-Jesse Jones, jeg kommer fra Drabantbyen
Ber dem sette seg på livet mitt er vanskelig

Velkommen til Oslo shit, det skjer i hovedstaden
Feite biler og dop til lille Groruddalen
Den her går ut til alle de som pusher pakker
Jesse Jones han er kriminell svarting
Jeg er mitt Ken Ring, jeg er kjenning, jeg er spenning
Hip-Hop i Oslo den tar en annen vending, helt annen tenning
Vi er på andre tanker
Gjør det her for de som henger i Drabantbyen
Svart hette, svarte hansker
Ber dem sette seg på livet mitt er vanskelig
En ting som vi sier er for alltid
Knull politi, få penger og ta sjanser
Har det de trenger, har det som fenger
Men vi klakker, det er penga som snakker
Det er Jesse, du kjenner meg fra traktene
De er ikke vant med drabanstilen som jeg brakte med

Hva faen
Faen, ærre du?
Jeg trodde det var snut, jeg

Öppna dörren, det är Ken Ring
Jag lever livet med (?)
Så jävla skjønnt at de gillar på mitt (?)
Hele Oslo, stanna upp, stå still
Det er farligt, du brenner fingertopparna
Laddar hele natten, åker hem och sjekker ropparna
Betongblock, rundt om der var jag bor
Nu kom dom, fuck alla andra bror
Midt i Stovner, jag ligger der och snurrar
I en splitter ny bil med Jesse Jones och bare flummar
Runda runda det innbringer aktionar, (?) och se det som svartingar
Stenger av beaten for å röka mitt weed

On the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife
That's when I'm chilling, imagine when I'm mad what it's like
Damn right it's a disasterous sight
Why you think I've been in prison more than half of my life (my life)
Wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the digs
We don't like basketball, but still fuck with the knicks
Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks
Summer art though, if the bitch need a fix, it's triple the tips
Do whatever it takes, the fakes, I can never relate
Ya'll can chill as long as my cheddar is straight
But if I'm broke, shit, I'mma load the beretta with eight
Show y'all niggas my gun game is better than great
Little crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady
Who never bothered to teach you cause the bitch was that shady
I never leave home without the guns (ah)
It's Saigon, and motherfucking Jess Jones
I'm gone

Drabant (Kjendis Remix)

Je-Jesse Jones, I'm from the suburbs.
Asking them to settle on my life is hard

Welcome to Oslo, it's happening in the capital
Fat cars and drugs for little Groruddalen
This one goes out to all those who push packages
Jesse Jones he's a criminal nigger
I am my Ken Ring, I am familiarity, I am excitement
Hip-Hop in Oslo it takes a different turn, completely different ignition
We are on second thoughts
Do it here for those hanging out in the suburbs
Black hood, black gloves
Asking them to settle on my life is hard
One thing that we say is forever
Fuck cops, get money and take chances
Have what they need, have what they crave
But we clack, it's the money that speaks
It's Jesse. you know me from around here.
They're not used to the drab style that I brought

What the fuck
Fuck, do you honor?
I thought it was a cop.

Open the door, it's Ken Ring
I live my life with [ ... ])
So damn sure they like mine (?)
Hele Oslo, stop, stand still
It's dangerous, you burn your fingertips
Charging all night, going home and checking the roppers
Concrete blocks, around which I was living
Come on, Fuck the other brother.
In the middle of Stovner, I lie there spinning
In a brand new car with Jesse Jones and just flummer
Round round it brings in shareholders, (?) and see it as blacks
Shutting off the beat to smoke my weed

On the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife
That's when I'm chilling, imagine when I'm mad
Damn right it's a disaster
Why you think I've been in prison more than half of my life (my life)
Wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the digs
We don't like basketball, but still fuck with the knicks
Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks
Summer art though, if the bitch need a fix, it's triple the tips
Do whatever it takes, the fakes, I can never relate
Ya'll can chill as long as my cheddar is straight
But if I'm broke, shit, I'mma load the beretta with eight
Show y'all niggas my gun game is better than great
Little crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady
Who never bothered to teach you cause the bitch was that shady
I never leave home without the guns (ah)
It's Saigon, and motherfucking Jess Jones
I'm gone