Kelly Green – Project Pat (Ft. Juicy J.) – Video, testo e traduzione

Rap duro, belle donne, droga e furti: non manca davvero nulla nel nuovo singolo di Project Pat, il rapper statunitense che, per il suo nuovo singolo, Kelly Green, ha scelto l’aiuto del fratello Juicy J che da anni presta idee e voci ai pezzi del fratello maggiore fondando con lui il gruppo dei Memphis Three 6 Mafia, un gruppo che lanciò Pat nel mondo musicale e verso una carriera da solista. Il risultato? E’ subito dopo il salto…

Project Pat – Video

Project Pat – Testo

Play me some pimpin mayn
Yeah, you know I’m talkin bout
Yeah, you know I’m sayin
A nigga was uhh, geeked up
Over here on 70th street
On the corner n’ shit
She ain’t have my money
Real talk, it’s all good… yeah

[Hook – Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

[Verse 1 – Juicy J]
Mayn, I’m excited; on my way to the weed mayn
He said he got a girl that a nigga need to meet, mayn
He said she smell good from her head to her feet, mayn
I said what’s her nationality, he said “A green thang” (Cough-cough-cough)
She the type of girl that’ll have a nigga geeked, mayn
Spend up all ya money like a junky on the creep, mayn
And she got some friends that will keep ya high as me, mayn
Dancin in the sky with the birds and the trees, mayn
I get high like Amy Whitehouse
I’ll put pills in anyone’s mouth
Smoke up all the weed, fall asleep on the couch
4:20 mothafucka, that’s what I’m about

[Hook – Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

[Verse 2 – Project Pat]
We some rich niggas, pass the Gray Poupon
Nah dogg, more like pass the purple blunt
Smells the funk or the pound that’s in the car
If the police flag me, I ain’t gon’ stop
Digital scales for sales, paraphernalia
Either in jail or get bail; that’s what they tell ya
I grew up ’round hoodlums, killas, and thieves
Unknown Vice Lords, niggas claimin G.D.
One-eighty Vans, shows we hustlin (Gettin money)
Blowin purp, Cali high, no strugglin
Penetentiary; the chances that I take
It’s elementary; I gots to gets the cake

[Hook – Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

[Intro – Project Pat; over-lapping oldies song]
Play me some pimpin mayn
Yeah, you know I’m talkin bout
Yeah, you know I’m sayin
A nigga was uhh, geeked up
Over here on 70th street
On the corner n’ shit
She ain’t have my money
Real talk, it’s all good… yeah

[Hook – Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

[Verse 1 – Juicy J]
Mayn, I’m excited; on my way to the weed mayn
He said he got a girl that a nigga need to meet, mayn
He said she smell good from her head to her feet, mayn
I said what’s her nationality, he said “A green thang” (Cough-cough-cough)
She the type of girl that’ll have a nigga geeked, mayn
Spend up all ya money like a junky on the creep, mayn
And she got some friends that will keep ya high as me, mayn
Dancin in the sky with the birds and the trees, mayn
I get high like Amy Whitehouse
I’ll put pills in anyone’s mouth
Smoke up all the weed, fall asleep on the couch
4:20 mothafucka, that’s what I’m about

[Hook – Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

[Verse 2 – Project Pat]
We some rich niggas, pass the Gray Poupon
Nah dogg, more like pass the purple blunt
Smells the funk or the pound that’s in the car
If the police flag me, I ain’t gon’ stop
Digital scales for sales, paraphernalia
Either in jail or get bail; that’s what they tell ya
I grew up ’round hoodlums, killas, and thieves
Unknown Vice Lords, niggas claimin G.D.
One-eighty Vans, shows we hustlin (Gettin money)
Blowin purp, Cali high, no strugglin
Penetentiary; the chances that I take
It’s elementary; I gots to gets the cake

[Hook – Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

Project Pat – Traduzione

Proteggimi amico
Yeah, sai di cosa sto parlando
Yeah, sai cosa sto dicendo
Un nero era, uhhh, così imbranato
Lì sulla 70esima
In quell’angolo di m****
Non ha i miei soldi
Una vera conversazione, è tutto ok… yeah

Ritornello
Alle 4.20 ho un appuntamento con Kelly Green (x 6)

Bello, sono eccitato, mi dirigo verso il campo
Ha detto che aveva una ragazza che il nero doveva conoscere
Ha detto che era profumata dalla testa ai piedi
Ha detto la sua nazionalità, ha detto “Un affare” (Cough, cough, cough)
E’ quel tipo di donna che ti rende un imbranato
Spende tutti i soldi come un drogato
E un paio di amici alla mia altezza
Ballando nel cielo con uccelli
Sono fatto come Amy Whitehouse
Metterò delle pillole nelle bocche di tutti
Ho fumato tutta l’erba, dormo sul divano
4:20 c****, ecco cosa devo fare

Ritornello

Siamo dei neri ricchi, passa la Gray Poupon
Passa quell’ago viola
Quelle libbre di depressione puzzano di macchina
Se la polizia mi blocca io non mi fermo
Scansioni digitali come se piovesse, parafernalia
In prigione o su cauzione, ecco cosa ho detto
Sono cresciuto tra killers e furti
Non conosco i Vice Lords, i neri vogliono G.D.
180 van, facciamo in fretta (prendiamo i soldi)
Nessuna lotta
Penitenziario, le scelte che ho fatto
E’ elementare, vado a prendere la torta

Ritornello

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