LAVA LA RUE/BIIG PIIG – HI-FIDELITY

Lyrics

POS: This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.
DOVE: Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to
look up to, that fell the fuck off.
MASE: And now they doing all that R'n'B sh..(crocker!)
DOVE: You mean Rhthym and Blues?
DE LA SOUL: No! Rappin' Bullsh...
DOVE:
Connection A, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro
In '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow
I play the corner tough
And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt
MASE:
Givin' high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don't front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(Nah, man, a super ho)
That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro
Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
'Cause I've been an Afro since birth
POS:
Yeah
Now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
I've got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the Ave
(You niggas cheat me, well who's that!)
My breath never smells wack
I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac
Before I kiss myself I always jump back
(Yo, gee, this track is stack)
(And you know that)
I do three flips
When a punk flip on my duke lifts
But I flex more strength when I'm asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but I bite my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the Native Tongue's thick
Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal
'Cause connection with the Afro is real
DOVE:
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it's tough to bluff a cab
No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
I play of tape of the son of La-di-da
My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self
With the quickness I bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don't understand
MASE:
The Maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
(He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a nigga starts some shibidibidit
My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I.
And another crib in Queens
I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head
My favorite porck chops and
A plate of collar greens
I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in
And the Poppa
But the connections are still a high-five
(Let's get busy)

Paroles (Traduction)

POS : Cela est dédié à tous ces actes hardcore.
DOVE : Ouais, tu sais, ces frères que nous admirions, qui ont complètement déraillé.
MASE : Et maintenant ils font tout ce sh... R'n'B (crocker !)
DOVE : Tu veux dire Rythm and Blues ?
DE LA SOUL : Non ! Des conneries de rap...
DOVE :
Connexion A, clic, quoi ?
Ma bite, nana
Je gifle un poisson si tu penses
Que ma connexion n'est pas solide, nana
J'avance comme un fou
Je parcours des kilomètres avec des lèvres rythmiques
Je porte un afro
En '83, mec, yo
Et je vaporise la brillantine pour avoir un Soul Glow
Je joue les durs dans le coin
Et moi et Mase tirons sur un joint
MASE :
Donner des high-fives, c'est ce que je veux
Alors je tire sur un joint, je ne fais pas semblant
Je me défonce, je deviens raide
Puis je vais sauter une nana
Comme un mac pro
(Non, mec, une super poule)
C'est cool car je reste un frère afro
Ouais, je vis pour une vie agitée
Chaque heure, chaque minute, chaque seconde
Je garde la tête froide et reste les pieds sur terre
Car je suis un Afro depuis ma naissance
POS :
Ouais
Maintenant je tiens mes parties intimes car je suis au top
Je cours comme un Sasquatch, et j'aime manger du crabe vivant
J'ai cinq bippeurs, espèce de scab
Mais tu peux me trouver directement sur l'Avenue
(Tu me cherches, mais qui est-ce !)
Mon haleine ne sent jamais mauvais
Je mange des Tic-Tac à la pastèque
Avant de m'embrasser je recule toujours
(Hey, mec, ce morceau est génial)
(Et tu le sais)
Je fais trois saltos
Quand un abruti s'en prend à moi
Mais je montre plus de force quand je dors
De l'autre côté avec ses c

Thématique Futuriste

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Futuriste, Néons

Entités normées Biig Piig, Lava La Rue