Sir Pathétik — Bazooka song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bazooka" by Sir Pathétik.
Lyrics
Sir Path pis Nova
Un coup de Bazooka
ça vient du street ya!
Premier ouplet
Sir Path, Billy bill MF, we are back
Full contact on contre-attaque à coup de barre de jack
Le jackpot gros, l’as pis le roi au black jack
Les boys claquent, pire qu’une puff de crack
Une grosse ride, montée full pin, du gros stock
Crest sur la floque, tu suffoques si je brule dans le spot
Attention la gang, gros chien méchant
Les pas de flow, les pas de talent
Devraient crisser le camp
Appelle moi le big shot, appelle moi Kletchko
Sir Path te crisse sur le cul le gros, une main dans le dos
J’débarque dans le bout, watch out, v’là des vrais tannants
Bad boy dans place, là depuis 10 ans
Billy Bill, l’accro du trip, fait sauter la dynamite
Du gros rap, rien à voir avec ta crisse de shit
Ben tanné, ça placotte, j’mets de l’ordre icitte
Parce qu’on dirait que le rap Queb a poigné des bibittes
On niaise pas avec ça
Sir Path pis Nova
Un coup de bazooka
ça vient du street ya!
Deuxieme Couplet
Ton shit est trop plate, tu penses ça sonne ben
à coté d’moé, t’es rien qu’un marringuoin
Sir Path you know, orgasmes garentis
J’suis passé pro, j’suis dans les dents, carriere dans le tapis,
Mangez de la schnoute, trop de wack mc dans le groupe,
Tasse toé de la route, P. D va te faire foutre
Tes poche en sacrament ta marde me déprime
Rapper mal comme toé, crisse c’est un crime
J’suis comme de la protéine, demande à ta copine
Sort de ton film, j’suis plus brigand que Mesrine
Un tour du chapeau, scoreur comme Gretzky
Ta yeule mon esti, je roule depuis une décennie
J’compte le profit, pendant que tu survis
Tes tounes sonnent le cul, de la vraie cochonnerie
Tu veux aller au top, aménes de la broue
Mets-en dans mon bock parce que le top c’est chez nous
On niaise pas avec ça
Sir Path pis Nova
Un coup de Bazooka
ça vient du street ya!
Troisieme Couplet
When it comes to this rap shit i’m sort of like an addict
Run up in your spot click, click, automatic
I wanna see some brains blow powder hit the nostril
Your money or your life i need cheese for my nacho
Chip for my ends you know money get lonely
I rep for real city so i never did phoney
I never throw duds my heat seeker active
My mind is on backwards aggressive passive
I’m on one and then some yes I am the answer
Guess the problem is that most of y’all forgot the question
Wo’s running this here game ain’t taking no losses
Who the top dawgz better yet who the bosses
Billy Nova, Sir Path on a quest for the ages
We’ve been so hot we can’t stop we burn stages
My man’s a sure bet no sweat I’ll take wagers
Together we’re the shit so sick we’re contagious
(Merci à Gérard Christophe Papazian pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
Sir Path PiS Nova
A Bazooka shot
it's from street ya!
First ouplet
Sir Path, Billy Bill MF, we are back
Full contact on counter-attack at Jack's bar
The big jackpot, the king hit the blackjack
Boys Slam, worse than a crack puff
A big ride, full pin climb, big stock
Crest on the flake, you suffocate if I burn in the spot
Watch out the gang, big nasty dog
The steps of flow, the steps of talent
Should shout the camp
Call me the big shot, Call Me Kletchko
Sir Path squirts on your big ass, one hand behind your back
I land in the end, watch out, there are real tannins
Bad boy in place, there for 10 years
Billy Bill, the trip addict, blows up the dynamite
Big rap, nothing to do with your shit scream
Well tanned, it placotte, I put in order here
'Cause it looks like the rap that's got some soft drinks on it.
We're not fooling around with that.
Sir Path PiS Nova
A bazooka shot
it's from street ya!
Second Couplet
Your shit is too flat, you think it sounds ben
next to Moe, you're nothing but a marringuoin
Sir Path you know, orgasms garentis
I passed pro, I'm in the teeth, carriere in the carpet,
Eat schnoute, too much wack mc in the group,
Cup of the road, P. D. fuck you
Your pocket in sacrament your shit depresses me
Rapping bad like toé, criisse it's a crime
I'm like protein, ask your girlfriend
Get out of your movie, I'm more brigand than Mesrine
A hat trick, scorer like Gretzky
Ta yeule mon esti, I've been driving for a decade
I count the profit, while you survive
Your tounes ring the ass, real filth
You want to go to the top, fix the wheelbarrow
Put some in my bock because the top is in our house
We're not fooling around with that.
Sir Path PiS Nova
A Bazooka shot
it's from street ya!
Third Couplet
When it comes to this rap shit i’m sort of like an addict
Run up in your spot click, click, automatic
I wanna see some brains blow powder hit the nostril
Your money or your life i need cheese for my nacho
Chip for my ends you know money get lonely
I rep for real city so i never did phoney
I never throw duds my heat seeker active
My mind is on backwards aggressive passive
I’m on one and then some yes I am the answer
Guess the problem is that most of y’all forgot the question
Wo’s running this here game ain’t taking no losses
Who the top dawgz better yet who the bosses
Billy Nova, Sir Path on a quest for the ages
We’ve been so hot we can’t stop we burn stages
My man’s a sure bet no sweat I’ll take wagers
Together we’re the shit so sick we’re contagious
(Merci à Gérard Christophe Papazian pour cettes paroles)