Gun In Hand
Akon And DJ Sam The Man Lyrics
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Trying to stay cool and be the bigga man
'Cause I don't think niggas nowadays understand
That if you temp me, I put under the sand
Right away hey, right away ho oh
Right away hey, I put you under the sand
Right away hey, right away ho oh
Right away hey, I put you under the sand
Moi j'rappe avec le cœur, écoute ce couplet
Si t'es criblé de douilles c'est que tu chantes comme un poulet
Tu rap avec le boule (yeah)
T'approches pas d'mon panier, plus d'trois secondes dans la raquette
Et 92 bastos, boom, se dirigent vers ta casquette
La rue te fascine, la rue te prend, la rue te calcine
Ma racine c'est l'argent facile
Mon rap c'est une monté d'adrénaline, une mauvaise blague sur ta mère
Pas besoin de la brigade canine pour sentir qu'tu pues la merde (yeah)
MC t'as trop trainer ton cul sur les banc de la fac
J'vais faire un manteau d'fourrure avec les poils de ta chatte
D'un patron j'aime pas recevoir d'ordre
Achète mon album à tes gosses ou j'leur vendrai d'la drogue
Elle est bonne, elle sait chanter, okay, j'mise dessus
Si j'perds un tête à tête j'te tire dessus
Minimum 20cm Marianne en serait ravie
Tu veux surfer sur les ondes, mon tsunami t'fra changer d'avis
I find myself wandering up the road with a gun in my hand
Trying to stay cool and be the bigga man (ouh yeah)
'Cause I don't think niggas nowadays understand (understand)
That if you temp me, I put under the sand (han, han)
Right away hey, right away ho oh
Right away hey, I put you under the sand (under the sand, under the sand)
Right away hey, right away ho oh
Right away hey, I put you under the sand
ça vient du Sénégal tu l'as bien compris
Légal ou illégal, on fait du rap des sapes et de la son-pri
Suce, ton succès tiens a peu d'choses
C'est l'nouveau B2O c'est trop frais
Les fans frisent l'overdose
Dans le bain depuis Colors, Boyz in the hood
Mon son te colle aux fesses biatch
J'te recherche comme Sarah Conors (oh, oh)
Mon équipe te fais péter les plombs comme Disiz
92 izi c'est pour mes négros, mes bitches
Le biz' donne envie de vomir voilà ce que j'éprouve
Des mitos suceurs de bites voilà ce que j'y trouve
Raide dingue de mon flow ils sont trop dèg'
J'en-j'en-j'en-j'entends jurer des mecs que sur la Mecque on est dead
Parce que les négros veulent ma peau j'avance écorché vif
Paraît qu' j'prends d'la Cess', parait qu'j'suis en prison, parait qu'j'suis juif
Tu peux m'croiser chez Maxime, tu peux m'croiser au grec
Mon cerveau j'le vaccine un joint d'seum collé au bec
I find myself wandering up the road with a gun in my hand (han, han)
Trying to stay cool and be the bigga man (ouh yeah)
'Cause I don't think niggas nowadays understand (understand)
That if you temp me, I put under the sand
Right away hey, right away ho oh
Right away hey, I put you under the sand (under the sand, under the sand)
Right away hey, right away ho oh (yeah)
Right away hey (Konvict) I put you under the sand
A whole 'nother level (eh) a whole 'nother style (eh)
A whole bunch of niggas just down 'n' get wild (eh)
Just a whole of rebels (eh) a whole 40 cal. (eh)
The one who has taped it put a hole in ya now (eh)
'Cause if you got it best believe I'm gonna get it (I'm gonna get it)
I'm not the type to commit it then go admit it (then go admit it)
Find yourself on a shelf somewhere through the city (through the city)
And tighten it up with my belt to flood through your fitted
I tried to warn these niggas but these fellows too slow
It seems that mothafuckas ain't never gon' go (never you learn)
Dont bother nobody let's just step on my toes (never you learn)
We'll let it go in case your cat say no, now
J'passe sous les échelles un flingue caché dans l'Bescherelle
Moi j'en ai rien à foutre, j'suis ce genre de négro
Que de la bonne came, on sait flairer l'oseille
Ouais nous on roule en grosse gam
Et toi tu prends le métro
Find yourself under the sand
Oh, oh, oh
Find yourself under the sand
Akon and Booba, yeah
I'm not that man you would find yourself under the sand
Oh, oh, oh
Under the sand
The lyrics of "Gun in Hand" by Akon and DJ Sam The Man depict a scenario where the singer finds himself walking down the road with a gun in hand, trying to maintain composure while asserting his power to anyone who might test him. The song addresses themes related to street culture, including aggression, retaliation, and dominance. The verses make use of vivid and occasionally graphic imagery to convey the singer's mindset, which is a somewhat nihilistic and amoral perspective of the world. The chorus of the song repeats that if someone "tempts" him, he will put them "under the sand," suggesting a willingness to use violence against anyone who challenges his authority.
The tone and lyrics of "Gun in Hand" have been controversial, as some have criticized it for glorifying gun violence and perpetuating negative stereotypes about African-American culture. However, others have defended it as a reflection of real-life experiences in environments where crime and aggression are commonplace. The intense and insistent delivery of the vocals further adds to the song's sense of urgency, which depicts a world of power struggles and dangers lurking around every corner.
Line by Line Meaning
I find myself wandering up the road with a gun in my hand
I am walking around carrying a gun and feeling like a tough guy
Trying to stay cool and be the bigga man
I am trying to act tough and keep my cool
'Cause I don't think niggas nowadays understand
I don’t think people today understand how dangerous I can be
That if you temp me, I put under the sand
If you provoke me, I will not hesitate to kill you
Right away hey, right away ho oh
I will kill you immediately and without hesitation
Moi j'rappe avec le cœur, écoute ce couplet
I rap with passion, listen to my verse
Si t'es criblé de douilles c'est que tu chantes comme un poulet
If you end up dead, it’s because you were weak and couldn’t defend yourself
Tu rap avec le boule (yeah)
Your rap is weak
T'approches pas d'mon panier, plus d'trois secondes dans la raquette
Don’t even come near me or I will kill you within three seconds
Et 92 bastos, boom, se dirigent vers ta casquette
92 bullets will be shot at your head
La rue te fascine, la rue te prend, la rue te calcine
The street life may seem interesting, but it will destroy you
Ma racine c'est l'argent facile
My roots are in easy money
Mon rap c'est une monté d'adrénaline, une mauvaise blague sur ta mère
My rap is full of excitement and offensive jokes about your mother
Pas besoin de la brigade canine pour sentir qu'tu pues la merde (yeah)
I can tell that you’re a piece of garbage without any help
MC t'as trop trainer ton cul sur les banc de la fac
You’ve spent too much time in school and not enough time in the streets
J'vais faire un manteau d'fourrure avec les poils de ta chatte
I’ll make a fur coat out of your girlfriend’s pubic hair
D'un patron j'aime pas recevoir d'ordre
I don’t take orders from anyone
Achète mon album à tes gosses ou j'leur vendrai d'la drogue
Buy my album for your kids or I’ll sell them drugs
Elle est bonne, elle sait chanter, okay, j'mise dessus
She’s pretty and can sing, I’m betting on her
Si j'perds un tête à tête j'te tire dessus
If I lose a one-on-one fight, I’ll shoot you
Minimum 20cm Marianne en serait ravie
Even a dead woman would enjoy a 20cm bullet in her head
Tu veux surfer sur les ondes, mon tsunami t'fra changer d'avis
If you want to succeed in the music industry, my fierce competition will make you reconsider
ça vient du Sénégal tu l'as bien compris
This is from Senegal, you understand
Légal ou illégal, on fait du rap des sapes et de la son-pri
We make rap music and fashion, legally or illegally
Suce, ton succès tiens a peu d'choses
Your success is based on very little
C'est l'nouveau B2O c'est trop frais
This is the new Booba, it’s hot
Les fans frisent l'overdose
Fans can’t get enough of me
Dans le bain depuis Colors, Boyz in the hood
I’ve been in the game since Colors and Boyz n the Hood
Mon son te colle aux fesses biatch
My music is great and you can’t deny it
J'te recherche comme Sarah Conors (oh, oh)
I’m always looking for new enemies like in the Terminator movies
Mon équipe te fais péter les plombs comme Disiz
My team will make you go crazy like Disiz (French rapper)
92 izi c'est pour mes négros, mes bitches
92 is for my friends and my girls
Le biz' donne envie de vomir voilà ce que j'éprouve
The music industry makes me sick
Des mitos suceurs de bites voilà ce que j'y trouve
I only find fake people who suck up to others
Raide dingue de mon flow ils sont trop dèg'
People love my flow and it makes my haters angry
J'en-j'en-j'en-j'entends jurer des mecs que sur la Mecque on est dead
People swear on the Quran that they will kill me
Parce que les négros veulent ma peau j'avance écorché vif
Because people are after me, I live in fear
Paraît qu' j'prends d'la Cess', parait qu'j'suis en prison, parait qu'j'suis juif
People spread rumors that I smoke weed, that I’m in jail, and that I’m Jewish
Tu peux m'croiser chez Maxime, tu peux m'croiser au grec
You might see me at Maxime’s or at the Greek restaurant
Mon cerveau j'le vaccine un joint d'seum collé au bec
I calm myself down with a joint when I’m stressed
A whole 'nother level (eh) a whole 'nother style (eh)
I’m on a different level and have a unique style
A whole bunch of niggas just down 'n' get wild (eh)
A lot of people follow my lead and act crazy
Just a whole of rebels (eh) a whole 40 cal. (eh)
I’m surrounded by rebellious people and guns
The one who has taped it put a hole in ya now (eh)
Someone shot you with a taped gun
'Cause if you got it best believe I'm gonna get it (I'm gonna get it)
If you have something good, I will steal it from you
I'm not the type to commit it then go admit it (then go admit it)
I won’t commit a crime and confess to it later
Find yourself on a shelf somewhere through the city (through the city)
You might end up dead somewhere in the city
And tighten it up with my belt to flood through your fitted
I’ll shoot you in the head and make your brains seep through your hat
I tried to warn these niggas but these fellows too slow
I tried to warn people but they didn’t listen
It seems that mothafuckas ain't never gon' go (never you learn)
They never learn
Dont bother nobody let's just step on my toes (never you learn)
Don’t try to mess with me, you will regret it
We'll let it go in case your cat say no, now
I’ll back off if you back off
J'passe sous les échelles un flingue caché dans l'Bescherelle
I hide a gun in a school book when I pass by ladders
Moi j'en ai rien à foutre, j'suis ce genre de négro
I don’t care, that’s just who I am
Que de la bonne came, on sait flairer l'oseille
We know how to make good money
Ouais nous on roule en grosse gam
We ride in luxury cars
Et toi tu prends le métro
And you have to take the subway
Find yourself under the sand
You’ll end up dead
Akon and Booba, yeah
This is Akon and Booba
I'm not that man you would find yourself under the sand
Don’t mess with me, I won’t kill you
Under the sand
Dead
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Aliaune Abou Thiam, Clement Dumoulin, Elie Yaffa, Marc Jouanneaux
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