Officiels RHCP

Fight Like A Brave

All you slingers and friends hide behind your rocks
Put down your guard I'm not here to box
This is no showdown
So throw down your guns
You see it doesn't matter
Where you come from
You could be from Park Ave
Or from a park bench
You could be a politician
Or a bitchy princess
But if you're lookin' for a fist
And you're lookin' to unite
Put your knuckleheads together
Make a fist and fight
Not to your death
And not to your grave
I'm talkin' about that freedom
Fight like a brave

Fight like a brave
Don't be a slave
No one can tell you
You've got to be afraid

If you're sick-a-sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
If you're sick of all the bullshit
And you're sick of all the lies
It's better late than never
To set-a-set it straight
You know the lie is dead
So give yourself a break
Get it through your head
Get it off your chest
Get it out your arm
Because it's time to start fresh
You want to stop dying
The life you could be living
I'm here to tell a story
But I'm also here to listen
No I'm not your preacher
And I'm not your physician
I'm just trying to reach you
I'm a rebel with a mission

Fight like a brave
Don't be a slave
No one can tell you
You've got to be afraid
(x2)

I am here today to talk about the Uplift Mofo Party Plan
A plan based on a band
A band based on a plan
There should be no strings in the land of lands
With the Hollywwod jam

You say you're running and you're running
And you're running afraid
You say you ran across the planet
But you couldn't get away
The fire in your brain
Was driving you insane
You were looking for a day
In a life that never came
So don't tell me that
I've got to take a number
Cause I've been to that doctor
And believe me that's a bummer
Here's a one of a kind
Convention of the mind
And don't forget to mention
That it doesn't cost a dime
Come as you like
And leave any time
And one more thing
You know it doesn't have to rhyme

Fight like a brave
Don't be a slave
No one can tell you
You've got to be afraid
(x5)

Fight Like A Brave

Bats-toi Comme Un Brave
 
Vous tous frondeurs et démons
Cachez-vous derrière vos rochers
Baissez votre garde
Je ne suis pas ici pour boxer
Ce n'est pas un combat décisif
Donc jette tes pistolets
Tu vois ça ne fait rien
D'où tu viens
Tu pourrais être de Park Avenue
Ou d'un banc du parc
Tu pourrais être politicien
Ou une princesse salope
Mais si tu cherches l'unité
Et que tu cherches à unir
Serre les poings
Serre ton poing et bats toi
Pas à ta mort
Et pas à ta tombe
Je parle de cette liberté
Bats toi comme un brave
 
[Refrain]
Bats toi comme un brave - Ne sois pas un esclave
Personne ne peut te dire d'avoir peur
 
Si tu en as plein le dos
D'être malade et fatigué
Si tu en as marre de toutes les conneries
Et que tu en as marre de tous les mensonges
Mieux vaut tard que jamais
De redresser les choses
Tu sais que le mensonge est mort
Donc donne toi une pause
Mets-toi bien ça dans la tête
Sors le de ta poitrine
Enlève le de tes bras
Parce qu'il est temps d'un nouveau départ
Tu veux arrêter de mourir
La vie que tu pourrais vivre
Je suis ici pour raconter une histoire
Mais je suis aussi ici pour écouter
Non je ne suis pas ton prêcheur
Et je ne suis pas ton médecin
J'essaye juste de t'atteindre
Je suis un rebel avec une mission
 
[Refrain] x2
 
Je suis ici aujourd'hui pour copier l'upflit
Un plan basé sur une bande, une bande basée sur un plan
Il ne devrait pas en avoir... Sur les terres des terres
C'est un jam d'Hollywood
 
Tu sais que tu cours et tu cours
Et tu cours appeuré
Tu dis courrir à travers le monde
Mais tu ne peux t'échapper
Le feu dans ton cerveau
Te rendait fou
Tu attendais un jour
Dans une vie qui n'arrivera jamais
Donc ne me dis pas ça
Je dois prendre un numéro
Car j'ai été chez ce docteur
Et crois moi c'est un fainéant
Il est unique en son genre
Convention de l'esprit
Et n'oublie pas de préciser
Que ça n'a rien coûté
Viens quand tu veux
Et part quand tu veux
Et encore une chose
Tu sais que ça n'a pas à rimer
 
[Refrain] x4

Traduction: Speedsophie

Funky Crime

Do it!

Why do you do what you do
I do what I wanna do
Who said you could do what you do
I told you who told me to
I do what I wanna do
I do what I wanna do

Funky crime, funky crime
Don't you know funk's color blind
Well I've committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Hey you mister interview
I don't have to answer you
This is what I grew into
Don't judge me and my soul stew
Cause funk is my attitude
Funk is my attitude

Funky crime, funky crime
Don't you know funk's color blind
Well I've committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Barriers of race
In the media take place
Tellin' you there is no room
For what you do don't budge
There is no groove to your cold gloom
Who made you the judge
Always room for funky tunes
And yes I funk it up
Funk it up

Funky boy
Meets a funky girl
Make a funky baby
Cause the funk is crazy

Why do you do what you do
I do what I wanna do
Who said you could do what you do
I told you who told me to
I do what I wanna do
I do what I wanna do

Funky crime, funky crime
Don't you know funk's color blind
Well I've committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Funky crime
Funky crime
Funky funky crime
The crime is funky

Funky Crime

Fais le !

Pourquoi fais tu ce que tu fais
Je fais ce que j'ai envie
Qui t'y a autorisé
Je te parle a toi, qui me demande
Je fais ce que j'ai envie
Je fais ce que j'ai envie

Crime funky, crime funky
Tu ne connais pas la couleur de la funk
Pourtant on a fait un comité pour en décider
Contre un état rempli de tètes pensantes

Hey toi, monsieur le journaliste
Je ne te réponds pas encore
J'ai grandi dans ce milieu
Ne nous juge pas, moi et ma musique
Parce j'ai une attitude funk
J'ai une attitude funk

Crime funk, crime funk
Tu ne connais pas la couleur de la funk
Pourtant on a fait un comité pour endécider
Contre un état rempli de tètes pensantes

Les barrières que produisent la couleur de la peau
Quand les caméras arrivent
Et quand ils te disent qu'il n'y a plus de places pour toi
Ni pour ce que tu fais ne bouge plus !
Il n'y a pas non plus assez de groove dans les ténèbres
Qui te rendent témoin du mal
Il devrait toujours y avoir un pièce réservée à la funk
Eh oui, je fais de la funk
Je fais de la funk

Un mec funky
Rencontra son alter ego feminin
Ils eurent un bébé funky
Tout ca parce que la funk est folle

Pourquoi fais tu ce que tu fais
Je fais ce que j'ai envie
Qui t'y a autorisé
Je te parle a toi, qui me demande
Je fais ce que j'ai envie
Je fais ce que j'ai envie

Crime funk, crime funk

Me and My Friends

Me and my me and my me and my me and my
Me and my friends
(x4)

Like two sweet peas in an even sweeter pod
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows Hell I know Bobby well
Well enough to tell you about his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you he's a hell-a-swell fellow
Well enough to tell you that we know each other better
Than we know ourselves
Like freaks of a feather we rock together
I know Bobby well
But I think he knows me better

Me and my me and my me and my me and my
Me and my friends
(x4)

He's as close to me as a friend can be
Well, I'll be standing by my buddy
He'll be standing by me
Just another half of the two headed freak
But I need him like my heart needs to beat
At this point in this friendly verse
I've got to sing a little something
That I haven't rehearsed
It's about my man and his name is Hillel
For who my love is woul brother sacred
Take it Huckleberry
Slim boy take it

Me and my me and my me and my me and my
Me and my friends
(x2)

Jacky's eyes are closed
But he's right on course
Because he's guided by the invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler
Bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's as strong as a horse

Me and my me and my me and my me and my
Me and my friends
(x4)

Me and My Friends

Backwoods

Oh, someone spilled blood many years ago
Wow, someone spilled blood but do you know
That from the backwoods where the Chuck Berrys grow
Come your long tall daddies of rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

Spinnin' down from the clouds like a tornado
Spinnin' out of control like a psychedelic soul
With a rhythm hittin' harder than Larry Holmes
Come your long tall daddies of rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

Wow!
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

Yeah!

Well, Mr. Uplift Mofo, my man Bo Didley
Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
Play the lickity split finger lickin' licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty gritty hicks
We'll make your nipples ripple
Make you wanna dip your dipple
Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
That's right
Because my man has a grip on it
And I do mean on it
Which brings to mind
A very sinister minister kind of guy
A man named Little Richard
Who was born to make them bitches stir
That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip
From the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milks his cow
The Howling Wolf will howl
And since times does allow
You all can take me to your backwoods now, yourself

Take me to your backwoods now (x4)

Oh, take me to your backwoods!

Backwoods

Skinny Sweaty Man

Flashin' lots of cash and spending lots of loot
He's sitting at the bar then he's sitting at the booth
Across the dance floor he does scoot
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

The caboose that could he goes toot toot
Been known to gag and sometimes puke
A very good friend of Granny Goose
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Aw!

He's half man and half cartoon
But good buddy don't be confused
He's full blooded a looney tune
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Face to face with the man in the moon
His family doctor is Doctor Seuss
If you catch him in your soup please don't shoot
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Aw!

He was new in town
A free wheelin' clown
A very funny young duke hangin' under the roof
Of a place in time united sound

He'll play a little guitar sing a few blues
He's the kinda guy that you can't refuse
Despite the fact that he's no brute
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move
Like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots
Coming soon to a theatre near you
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Wow!

Skinny Sweaty Man

Behind The Sun

One day while bathing in the sea
My talking dolphin spoke to me
He spoke to me in symphony
From freedom's peace beneath the sea
He looked to me eyes full of love
Said yes we live behind the sun

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Behind the sun
The sun goes up and the sun gets down
But like the heart of the sun
My heart continues to pound
Behind the sun

Now while I shower in the rain
I watch my dolphin swim away
The one who listens to the surf
Can feel the pulse beat of the earth
And like my dolphin swims so free
The sun does swim into the sea

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Behind the sun
Behind the sun

An island flying through the sky
One day your son might ask you why
And if your son should be a girl
She too might ask you of this world
The sun shines sweet upon your beach
And yes my dolphin loves to teach

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Behind the sun
The sun goes up and the sun gets down
But like the heart of the sun
My heart continues to pound
Behind the sun

Wow!

Behind The Sun

Subterranean Homesick Blue

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off
Came off

God knows when but you're doing it again
You better duck down the alleyway
Looking for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten
So lookout, kid

Lookout kid, because it's somethin' that you did, kid
Lookout kid, because they keep it all hid
Lookout

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed
But the phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A., the top of D.A.

Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"
You better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, and a eye on the plain clothe
Cause you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Lookout, kid

Lookout kid, because it's somethin' that you did, kid
Lookout kid, because they keep it all hid
Lookout

Looks to me like you did a little too much
Hittin' kid
You should've took it to the bridge
Before you started to skid
Lookout kid

The good god willin'
We'll bebop to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, chillin' em
And Red Hot killin'em, killin'em

Said killin' em
Come on

Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is going to sell
Try hard, get barred, jump back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail
But users, cheaters, six time losers
Hand around the theatres
Girl by the whirlpool looking for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch the parking meters
Lookout kid

Lookout kid, because it's somethin' that you did, kid
Lookout kid, because they keep it all hid

Lookout kid, because it's somethin' that you did, kid
Lookout kid, because they keep it all hid
Lookout

Subterranean Homesick Blue

Special Secret Song Inside

Well my landlady, she lives three houses away
She claims that she can hear my baby screaming
To me "Fuck me Anthony, well, Anthony"

I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party, party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party on your pussy

Struck by lust in a telephone booth
Busted by a cop, he said "That's uncool"
He said that he hears my baby screaming
To me "Fuck me Anthony, well, Anthony"

I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party, party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party on your pussy

I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party on your pussy

I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party on your pussy

I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party on your pussy
I want to party on your little pussy, girl
I want to party on your pussy

Let me shine your diamond
The girl got a scratch
Slap that cat
Have mercy

I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party on, party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy baby
I want to party on your pussy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Special Secret Song Inside

No Chump Love Sucker

She's a witch, a brat, a bonafide bore
What's more she snores and that is a fact
Cow eyes lie, yes it's time to resist
How did I ever get into this
How could I ever have kissed that bitch
So what if she has got big tits

She's the kinda girl who
Changes her mind really quick
She's the kinda girl who
Won't just let things sit

She came like a cat, like a cat to cat nop
She came in my lap with her womanly hips
When I first met her I came all glued
Well, I played the part of a blueblooded fool
I'm through with your sewage
I'm through with your trash
I always knew that I'd get the last laugh

She's the kinda girl who
Changes her mind really quick
She's the kinda girl who
Won't just let things sit

Like two trains on one track come bound for a crash
Two red white and blues we were destined to clash
I can't fix the future, I can't change the past
Like fly by night news we were not meant to last
I'm through with your bluefish
I'm through with your gash
I'm through being screwed with
By you and your wack attack

Jump back for chump love
You won't be back for cover
But no no no no
I'm no chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

I thought that your love was a matter of fact
But I lost my pride when I realized that
The smack in my bag and my baseball bat
Was all you were after you dirty rat
A bitch and a brat and a living disaster
She thought she was fast
Boy, but I was faster

No chump love sucker (x8)

No Chump Love Sucker

Walkin' On Down The Road

Well I'm walking on down the road
But it can't be heaven
Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby D was told
I'm walking on down the road

Groovin' a tune straight out of the womb
Cause trust is a must to be a true blue dude
That's a matter of fact don't be confused
And everybody knows true friends are few

Everybody come and everybody sing
Sing my song
Everybody knows and everybody thinks that
I've done wrong
Everybody come and everybody sing
Sing my song

Well I'm walking on down the road
But it can't be heaven
Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby D was told
I'm walking on down the road

Like a momma bear hugs her baby bear cubs
A dude he can't lose when he lives on love
Like the bark on a tree
Like the skin on my knees
I'm standin' by my blood

Everybody come and everybody sing
Sing my song
Everybody knows and everybody thinks that
I've done wrong
Everybody come and everybody sing
Sing my song

Everybody come and everybody sing
Sing my song
Everybody knows and everybody thinks that
I've done wrong
Everybody come and everybody sing
Sing my song

Well I'm walking on down the road
But it can't be heaven
Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby D was told
I'm walking on down the road
I'm walking on down the road
I'm walking on down the road

Walkin' On Down The Road

Love Trilogy

My love comes and when it does
It's a crazy kind of selective affection
My love flows like a wise guy's tie
In the zanniest of directions
My love protection, my love erection
You better get some of my infection
My love can be bigger than
The hoover dam
My love can hide behind
A grain of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't laugh
And ask my dad

My love is death to the apartheid rules
My love is deepest depth the ocean blues
My love is the zulu groove
My love is keep it or move
My love is a laughin' boozed
My love is the pussy juice
My love can't be refused
My love is gettin' my food
My love, my love

My love began from love
My love for an unknown grubby bum
My love for the baby suckin' on his thumb
My love for the best set of buns
My love for the feel of the drums
My love for a butter knuckle hands
My love for the sweedes in the bad
My love for the legs that I spin
My love for the fat mingy
My love, my love

My love is my gross innerself
My love is my dick in my head
My love is my gross innerself
My love is my dick in my head

Yeah
Oh, oh oh oh oh oooh
Love

Love Trilogy

Organic Anti-Beat Box Band

Oh yeah!
Can you take it can you take it!

Welcome friends to my thoughts of when
The Fax City four were four young men
Time has come and now we jam
With the Uplift Mofo Party Plan
We're the Organic Anti-Beat Box Band

One comes from the Holy Land
Another was born an Australian
Me, I'm from Michigan
But Hollywood is the land of lands
It's a Hollywood jam
It's a jam!

We represent the Hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
We represent the Hollywood jams
Organic Anti-Beat Box Band

Life is grand in the land of lands
The mind does boggle, the mind expands
The anarchy four have manned their craft
Get on your knees and shake your ass
To the jam that is
That's right

We don't ask, we demand
That you and your clan
Listen now to this jam
To the power of the drummer
Cause the drummer's bad

It's a Hollywood jam
Let's rock!

We represent the Hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
We represent the Hollywood jams
Organic Anti-Beat Box Band

Wow aw!
There's a party in my town at twelve o'clock
There's a party that's rockin' down to the rock
I've got nothing against hip-hop
But there's a party in my heart with no beat box
Jam that is
Oh yeah

The party's got girls the girls got hot
The party's got boys the boys got socks
Something popped the doors unlocked
The house got up ran around the block
Sit down the house, take off your blouse
Can you take it can you take it

We represent the Hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
Any good friends of the Lollypop kids
Over the rainbow with the Wiz
We represent the Hollywood jams
Organic Anti-Beat Box Band

With the Organic Anti-Beat Box Band
You just might slam dance that is
(x9)
It's a jam!
It's a Hollywood jam

Woooeeeeee!

Organic Anti-Beat Box Band