post informer, gyorstalpaló angolul

July 4th, 2009

Filed under: Zene — AndrewBoy @ 6:55 pm

Atilllla annó azt hitte, hogy spanyolul van. Én tudtam, hogy angolul, mert kb a harmadát értettem meg. Aztán tanult az ember szépen és már érti is miről van szó. Ehhez képest a bloodhound gang vagina c. száma tv híradós bemodásnak számít és minden érthető elsőre. Előbb hallgassuk végig a számot, majd utána olvassuk el a szöveget. Ha ezzel kész vagyunk, akkor hallgassuk a számot és közben a szöveget (próbáljuk) olvasni. Ezek után by heart kell tudni az egészet visszafelé, de 10%-kal gyorsabban:)

Informer, you no say
that’s who I’m gonna blame
a licky boom boom down
Detective man said Daddy Snow
I stabbed someone down the lane
a licky boom boom down

Police than come and
they blow down my door
One him crawl through my window
so than they put me in the back
of the car at the station
From that point on I reached my destination
Now the destination reached
was the East detention
where they whipped out my pants and
looked up my bottom


The bigger they are
the think the have more power
They’re say on the phone
me say no every hour
I said I want to use it once
to call my lover
Lover who I’m gonna call
Is the one Tammy
I love her from my heart
down to my belly
Yes Daddy Snow, I’m the coolest Daddy
It’s the one MC Shan and the one that is Snow
together we are like a tornado

Listen to me better listen to me now
when I rock the microphone
I rock it steady
Yes Sir Daddy Snow
me are the article done
when I’m at a dance
They say where you come from
People than say I come from Jamaica
but I’m born and raised in the ghetto
That’s all I want you to know
my shoes used to tear up and my toes used to show
where I’m born is the one Toronto, so.


Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she’s gentle and irie
Everywhere I’m go I’ve never left her at all
Yes me Snow roam the dance
Roam the dance in every nation
You’d never know me Daddy Snow
I’m the Boom Shakata
I’ll never lay down flat
in one cardboard box
Yes me Daddy Snow
I’m gonna reached the top, so.


Why would he, why would he would he would he …
We sitting round cool
with my dibby dibby girl
Police knock my door – lick up my pal
Rough me up and I can’t do a thing
Pick up my line while the telephone rings
take me to the station
Black up my hands
Trail me down cause I’m hanging with the Snowman
What I’m gonna do, I’m black and I’m trapped
Slap me in the face and took all of my gap
They have no clues and the want to get warmer
But Shan won’t turn Informer

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