Outside – The Game: traduzione e testo canzone
The Game ft. YG – Outside: traduzione e testo canzone
Di seguito trovate il testo e la traduzione della canzone:
testo
Say you from Compton, but you ain’t from Compton
I’m Charles Bronson when I swing this Tompson
You call it Bompton, but you ain’t from Bompton
Not the way I seen it, you took the scenic
You at the convenient store when it’s convenient
Buster ass, nigga don’t know the difference between Al to Dina
Pass Hadina, you ain’t never got your own kaki’s the cleaners
Or seen Serena, swingin’ them rackets, playin’ tennis
When I was in my tennis swingin’, the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin’
Bunch of westside niggas, writin’ leftside niggas
Who Notorious for doin’ shit, just like they Bed-Stuy niggas
I ate at Tams, you got it brought to you
You a bitch, you’s a buster, you’s a mark, you’s a prostitute
Ain’t no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof
You could’ve came outside and still survived, nigga, I’m walkin’ proof
Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin’ two Swishas together, smokin’ chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside (‘Side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pallet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my pitbull, I’m ‘bout to kill somebody
Still don’t know how to hit switches, ain’t in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (Yeah)
Suu Whooper, 400 block trooper
Whoever in my way, them bullets shootin’ through you
Bompton City G, nigga, you a foofer
Fuck with the gang and you gon’ learn, I’ma be the tutor
Burgundy bandana flag hangin’
Really from the gang, my nigga, audible, this name’s ring
Twistin’ my fingers while the chain’s swangin’
Like, fuck this rap shit, niggas gangbangin’
I’m richer than you niggas, y’all don’t want smoke with me
Bulletproof the truck and the shooter’s ready to go for me
I fronted niggas work, they ain’t pay me, so now, they owin’ me
Tell ‘em, “Don’t trip”, pass ‘em the blick and tell ‘em, “Blow for me”
I really from the war, really
I really do a sneak attack, just to up the score
I don’t panic, we got a panic room at the crib
Shooter’s on the roof, really? You ain’t livin’ how I live
Say you from Compton, but you ain’t from Compton
I’m Charles Bronson when I swing this Tompson
You call it Bompton, but you ain’t from Bompton
Not the way I seen it, you took the scenic
You at the convenient store when it’s convenient
Buster ass, nigga don’t know the difference between Al to Dina
Pass Hadina, you ain’t never got your own kaki’s the cleaners
Or seen Serena, swingin’ them rackets, playin’ tennis
When I was in my tennis swingin’, the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin’
Bunch of westside niggas, writin’ leftside niggas
Who Notorious for doin’ shit, just like they Bed-Stuy niggas
I ate at Tams, you got it brought to you
You a bitch, you’s a buster, you’s a mark, you’s a prostitute
Ain’t no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof
You could’ve came outside and still survived, nigga, I’m walkin’ proof
Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin’ two Swishas together, smokin’ chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside (‘Side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pallet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my pitbull, I’m ‘bout to kill somebody
Still don’t know how to hit switches, ain’t in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (Yeah)
Suu Whooper, 400 block trooper
Whoever in my way, them bullets shootin’ through you
Bompton City G, nigga, you a foofer
Fuck with the gang and you gon’ learn, I’ma be the tutor
Burgundy bandana flag hangin’
Really from the gang, my nigga, audible, this name’s ring
Twistin’ my fingers while the chain’s swangin’
Like, fuck this rap shit, niggas gangbangin’
I’m richer than you niggas, y’all don’t want smoke with me
Bulletproof the truck and the shooter’s ready to go for me
I fronted niggas work, they ain’t pay me, so now, they owin’ me
Tell ‘em, “Don’t trip”, pass ‘em the blick and tell ‘em, “Blow for me”
I really from the war, really
I really do a sneak attack, just to up the score
I don’t panic, we got a panic room at the crib
Shooter’s on the roof, really? You ain’t livin’ how I live
Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin’ two Swishas together, smokin’ chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside (‘Side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pallet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my pitbull, I’m ‘bout to kill somebody
Still don’t know how to hit switches, ain’t in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (Yeah)
traduzione
Diciamo che sei di Compton, ma non sei di Compton
Sono Charles Bronson quando faccio oscillare questo Tompson
Lo chiami Bompton, ma non sei di Bompton
Non come l’ho visto io, hai preso la scenografia
Tu nel negozio conveniente quando è conveniente
Buster culo, negro non conosce la differenza tra Al e Dina
Passa Hadina, non hai mai il tuo kaki sono gli addetti alle pulizie
O ho visto Serena far oscillare le racchette, giocare a tennis
Quando ero nel mio swing da tennis, il cricchetto Kendrick
Fammi prendere dei fiammiferi, accompagna questi negri ad Atene
Parcheggia dopo il tramonto, quando i negri si attivano e la merda si scatena
Un mucchio di negri del lato ovest, che scrivono negri del lato sinistro
Chi è famoso per fare cazzate, proprio come i negri di Bed-Stuy
Ho mangiato da Tams, te l’hai portato
Sei una puttana, sei un buster, sei un marchio, sei una prostituta
Nessun proiettile ti ha colpito, sono rimbalzati sul tuo tetto
Saresti potuto uscire e sopravvivere comunque, negro, ne sono la prova
Devo guardare quei negri che hanno visto il cofano solo dalla finestra
Eravamo fuori
Stavamo mettendo insieme due Swisha, che fumavamo cronici uno dopo l’altro
Eravamo fuori (“Lato, fuori, ah)
Ho visto che i cadaveri avevano dei buchi nei pallet e la Cutlass dalla pistola
I negri hanno rubato il mio pitbull, sto per uccidere qualcuno
Ancora non so come premere gli interruttori, non c’è in nessuna delle foto del cofano
Eravamo fuori (Sì)
Suu Whooper, 400 soldati di blocco
Chiunque sia sulla mia strada, quei proiettili ti sparano attraverso
Bompton City G, negro, sei un idiota
Fanculo con la banda e imparerai, sarò io il tutor
Bandiera bandana bordeaux appesa
Davvero dalla banda, negro mio, udibile, questo anello di nome
Intreccio le mie dita mentre la catena oscilla
Tipo, fanculo questa merda rap, negri gangbangin`
Sono più ricco di voi negri, non volete fumare con me
A prova di proiettile il camion e l’assassino è pronto a prendermi
Ho affrontato il lavoro dei negri, non mi pagano, quindi ora mi devono
Digli “Non inciampare”, passagli il blick e digli “Soffia per me”
Sono davvero dalla guerra, davvero
Faccio davvero un attacco furtivo, solo per aumentare il punteggio
Niente panico, abbiamo una camera antipanico al presepe
Il tiratore è sul tetto, davvero? Non stai vivendo come vivo io
Devo guardare quei negri che hanno visto il cofano solo dalla finestra
Eravamo fuori
Stavamo mettendo insieme due Swisha, che fumavamo cronici uno dopo l’altro
Eravamo fuori (“Lato, fuori, ah)
Ho visto che i cadaveri avevano dei buchi nei pallet e la Cutlass dalla pistola
I negri hanno rubato il mio pitbull, sto per uccidere qualcuno
Ancora non so come premere gli interruttori, non c’è in nessuna delle foto del cofano
Eravamo fuori (Sì)
