Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vocab!, artist - Hocus Pocus. Album song Place 54, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: On And On
Song language: French
Vocab!(original) |
Hocus Pocus in the place to be |
Procussions… check it out… |
One time… T-Love |
J’voudrais qu’mes mots sonnent comme Check it out ! |
Que quand t'écoutes tu dises You know what it’s all about ou bien No doubt |
Ces phases qui claquent sur basse qui t’bloquent au sol |
Kickent fat, qui craquent et niquent la console (Come on !) |
Ma langue a l’histoire, les racines et le sens |
La leur a les stars, le fashion et le slang (No shit on me) |
Putain d’accent, j’veux l’même dans mes textes |
Mais quand j’rappe cain-ri, tout l’monde me dit Who’s next? |
Ils me disent tous: «Le yaourt, abandonne «Alors, en scred, j’fais tourner la MPC et j’improvise Danone |
Sur mon coin d’hexagone, j’examine la donne |
Entre Shakespeare, Stallone, j’expire, tâtonne |
Pour trouver mon truc, assumer mon langage |
Même si chez moi les «R» sonnent et que eux les mâchent |
On a leurs WC, leurs sandwiches et leurs chewing-gums verts |
Et eux ont notre savoir-faire |
J’veux pas d’tes «Fuck !», pas d’tes «Shit !», pas d’tes «Motherfucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Nigga !», pas d’tes «Bitch !», pas d’tes «Sucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Fuck !», pas d’tes «Shit !», pas d’tes «Motherfucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Nigga !», pas d’tes «Bitch !», pas d’tes «Sucker !» |
Know what I’m asking for? |
Maximum de bruit ! |
I’m actually asking if you see a passionate MC |
I’m past masking who I be, I paid my dues |
It’s like: Tout le monde dit: Yeah ! |
If they’re playing y’all like déjà-vu |
I’m sayin', dude, they givin us the same one liners |
Money, drugs, guns, honeys, thugs mining for gold, cash |
Diamonds in the ears of dead soldiers |
Yo, I’m holding fast to rhyming for the years they left over |
Non, oui-oui, be still mon coeur |
Sometimes when I be chilling I can understand a word |
Or two, maybe three, good day six |
But most of the time, French rhyme shines in bits |
Many times it’s the point that I miss |
But if I like it, I bump it but I won’t know the gist |
I’ll humalong a riff mais j’sais pas c’est quoi |
I never know the meaning but the feeling be raw |
Yo, on the regular, not a church girl she was secular |
Not about the money, somebody redirected her |
I know I met her at a earlier age |
But she don’t look the same way on a page |
Got a brother confused and I ain’t willing to lose |
You can believe me a fool and it’s cool |
Cause after all, it’s music, I tell her |
Je ne parle pas français |
But when the rhythm is cool |
It doesn’t matter if together we move, come on |
J’veux pas d’tes «Fuck !», pas d’tes «Shit !», pas d’tes «Motherfucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Nigga !», pas d’tes «Bitch !», pas d’tes «Sucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Fuck !», pas d’tes «Shit !», pas d’tes «Motherfucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Nigga !», pas d’tes «Bitch !», pas d’tes «Sucker !» |
J’leur ai piqué des mots de ci de là |
Et mon champ lexical vaut pas plus d'6 dollars |
J’me prends pas pour J. Dilla, loin d’là |
Je reste fan, bref, j’idolâtre plein de gars (One love) |
Parce que trop d’classiques me mettent presque en transe |
Mais parfois j’tombe de haut quand j’en saisis le sens |
On s’moque du fond tant qu’on atteint la cible |
Résultat: plus de bips que de mots intelligibles: |
Let’s **** that motherf***** in the ***, Pardon? |
Once again? |
Nan, nan, nan, passons… |
J’aime ma langue natale mais j’dirai fatalement |
Qu’elle a la musicalité d’un régiment allemand |
Je suis né ici, pas à N.Y.C et parfois plutôt fier |
Quand j’arrive à faire chanter c’foutu vocabulaire |
On a leurs sodas, le best of du business de Bush fils |
Et eux ont notre French kiss |
J’veux pas d’tes «Fuck !», pas d’tes «Shit !», pas d’tes «Motherfucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Nigga !», pas d’tes «Bitch !», pas d’tes «Sucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Fuck !», pas d’tes «Shit !», pas d’tes «Motherfucker !» |
J’veux pas d’tes «Nigga !», pas d’tes «Bitch !», pas d’tes «Sucker !» |
I like your Peace, like your Unity, like your Love |
I like your Jazz, like your Soul, like your Hip-Hop |
I like your Peace, like your Unity, like your Love |
I like your Jazz, like your Soul, like your Hip-Hop |
(translation) |
Hocus Pocus in the place to be |
Processes…check it out… |
One time… T-Love |
I wish my words sound like Check it out! |
That when you listen you say You know what it's all about or No doubt |
These phases that slam on bass that block you on the ground |
Kickent fat, cracking and fucking the console (Come on!) |
My language has history, roots and meaning |
Theirs got the stars, the fashion and the slang (No shit on me) |
Damn accent, I want the same in my texts |
But when I rap cain-ri, everyone tells me Who's next? |
They all tell me: "Yoghurt, give up" So, in scred, I spin the MPC and I improvise Danone |
On my corner of the hexagon, I examine the deal |
Between Shakespeare, Stallone, I exhale, grope |
To find my thing, assume my language |
Even if at my house the "R's" ring and they chew them |
We have their toilets, their sandwiches and their green chewing gum |
And they have our know-how |
I don't want your "Fuck!", not your "Shit!", not your "Motherfucker!" |
I don't want your "Nigga!", not your "Bitch!", not your "Sucker!" |
I don't want your "Fuck!", not your "Shit!", not your "Motherfucker!" |
I don't want your "Nigga!", not your "Bitch!", not your "Sucker!" |
Know what I'm asking for? |
Maximum noise! |
I'm actually asking if you see a passionate MC |
I'm not masking who I be, I paid my due |
It's like: Everyone says: Yeah! |
If they're playing y'all like deja vu |
I'm sayin', dude, they givin us the same one liners |
Money, drugs, guns, honeys, thugs mining for gold, cash |
Diamonds in the ears of dead soldiers |
Yo, I'm holding fast to rhyming for the years they left over |
No, yes-yes, be still my heart |
Sometimes when I be chilling I can understand a word |
Or two, maybe three, good day six |
But most of the time, French rhyme shines in bits |
Many times it's the point that I miss |
But if I like it, I bump it but I won't know the gist |
I'll humalong a riff but I don't know what it is |
I never know the meaning but the feeling be raw |
Yo, on the regular, not a church girl she was secular |
Not about the money, somebody redirected her |
I know I met her at a earlier age |
But she don't look the same way on a page |
Got a brother confused and I ain't willing to lose |
You can believe me a fool and it's cool |
Cause after all, it's music, I tell her |
I do not speak French |
But when the rhythm is cool |
It doesn't matter if together we move, come on |
I don't want your "Fuck!", not your "Shit!", not your "Motherfucker!" |
I don't want your "Nigga!", not your "Bitch!", not your "Sucker!" |
I don't want your "Fuck!", not your "Shit!", not your "Motherfucker!" |
I don't want your "Nigga!", not your "Bitch!", not your "Sucker!" |
I stole words from them here and there |
And my lexical field is worth no more than six dollars |
I don't take myself for J. Dilla, far from it |
I remain a fan, in short, I idolize a lot of guys (One love) |
Because too many classics almost put me in a trance |
But sometimes I fall from above when I grasp the meaning |
We don't care about the bottom as long as we hit the target |
Result: more beeps than intelligible words: |
Let's **** that motherf***** in the ***, sorry? |
Once again? |
No, no, no, let's move on... |
I love my native language but I will say fatally |
That she has the musicality of a German regiment |
I was born here, not in N.Y.C and sometimes kinda proud |
When I manage to make this damn vocabulary sing |
We got their sodas, Bush Jr.'s best of business |
And they have our French kiss |
I don't want your "Fuck!", not your "Shit!", not your "Motherfucker!" |
I don't want your "Nigga!", not your "Bitch!", not your "Sucker!" |
I don't want your "Fuck!", not your "Shit!", not your "Motherfucker!" |
I don't want your "Nigga!", not your "Bitch!", not your "Sucker!" |
I like your Peace, like your Unity, like your Love |
I like your Jazz, like your Soul, like your Hip-Hop |
I like your Peace, like your Unity, like your Love |
I like your Jazz, like your Soul, like your Hip-Hop |