3X Krazy — Pistols Blazin (feat. Yukmouth & Dru Down) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Ha, ha
Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it
Mobb shit bitch
Lynch Mobb mane
Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz
3 Times
Me Ager Man
Bart
Let me turn up the heat man
Dig it the M.O.B. baby
I’m so hurt!
Fa sheezy
Fa sheez
Verse 1 *(Bart)*
I fold the cash then I
Hit away
Juss a thug fo the money, no love
Hit 'em up wit the blast
Put him in a bag, an wrap him…
Up
Verse 2 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
It’s all business
So when the picture come bouncin off yo head
Don’t take it personal
Money makin needs no rehearsin
No nigga
Will come wit disrespect an leave wit they head on they shoulders
Verse 3 *(Bart)*
Mobb
Killaz connected from block to block
Re-cock the Glock
Reset the dot
Heatas
Beamers
Repeat from Turf achievers
Verse 4 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
We take action verses talk is cheap
You gonna believe us
Time to floss wit me
Cut off the weak
You won’t decieve us
Let us mechandise an murderise
Any an all
Many will fall
Verse 5 *(Bart)*
It’s juss an
O.G. call
Made from the B
When I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep
I gets to blastin ass
Dip they bodies in the bag
I hope I
Get to lastin in this game of cash
Verse 6 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
It’s paraphanalia
Not parinoid
You fuckin wit a pair of boys
That’ll pump yo body full of lead
An watch it swell up like we got no conscience
Verse 7 *(Bart)*
Cuz it ain’t no spraya like the one I got
Claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock
Surround yo weave head
Fuckin wit the weave head
Get left wit p head
I bet ya violent click
Talkin all that lip
When you was wit my click an get shit
Verse 8 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*
Head split an ass kicked in
Chin shattered
An nobody could recognize you when they found ya
An they still don’t know who downed ya
Verse 9 *(Bart)*
This shit is deeper than you think
Wit a straight face
Lay down an come up off them cavy case
Slow down
Better pump yo brakes
Don’t know my click from a can of paint
These niggas won’t last
When I
Buck one in that ass
An hit the gate
I seen two more escape
Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2
It ain’t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it’s amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin
Verse 10 *(Keek The Sneek)*
Cashin 'em
Like fresh over fresh
I’m in the Benz
Massagin a bitches my rivalry
Rushed out to get some ends
Build the twins
Nigga I love them bitch half Benz
Strugglin off that gin
Hoes at the bus stop wanna get in
But they
Foot soliders
Not swangin like a Nova
Plus them niggas ain’t tight
To make a right an pull my 600 over
Juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye
That it’s them same niggas that bucked at me
But it wasn’t my time to die
Ah
Pull out my thang
Hit 'em in the back
Whatever remained
So the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt
An swang
Yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age
For the nigga I said
«I didn’t love yo punk ass
An plus I’m tired of the pain»
Like Cameo this shit is strange
A nigga doin a dude
To get his whole neck an head rearranged
Mobb members, make niggas think about what they doin
Watch what you pursuin
Fuck around an get yo whole career ruined
Verse 11 *(Yukmouth)*
Listen
Uh
Little boys an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin high niggas be
Gettin by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit 'em tied across the feet
Niggas lie beneath the creek
Many try but don’t eat
Much food
Unless I run wit a fool that picks me up in a Lex
FUCK SCHOOL
Let’s jet
Live an direct
The Yay Area, they carry a
4−5 an a Tech
When they bury ya they pissin on the side of you grave
No witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage
An niggas be gettin pepper sprayed up
Handcuffed an made to lay down
Circumstances
To skanless, manless
To slang a gang
Strapped down
My shit be fully greased up
Hits the mutha fuckin streets up
Cuz niggas ain’t takin no beat ups
They re-up wit the heatas
Leaders of the new school
But we don’t bust a rhyme
We bust a nine
Mutha fuckas find
Nine’s under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel
Mobb material
Scratch off the serial number
Fuckin balistic so
Roll to the riches
Fuck hoes, bitches, an sluts
Bubblicious Yuk
Booku bucks
My niggas will shoot you up
Verse 12 *(Swoop G)*
Now what these niggas tryin to do?
Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool?
If not I sugguest you get the fuck up out the West
When it come to gun play
There’s no contest
I leave you wit two holes
One in yo dome
One in yo chest
An Elliot Ness
He wouldn’t have made it on the West
And yes
I know you mutha fuckas heard about us
Cuz we was all on the news
Fo Mobb-Style murders
I crack a fool on top of his head
Wit a strap
Told his bitch to come over here
She sat on my lap
Man this Mobb shit
Ain’t never been no joke
You headed straight for the pen
Or you end up smoked
That’s why I keep a heater
On my passengers seat
An I’m Mobb Affiliated
Uh, uh
I know you hate it
I rather be caught
With my heater
Then wit out my heater
It’s juss a misdemenor
Verse 13 *(Eklipze)*
I’m crackin backs like a chiropractor
Come see a Cydal factor
Get off yo block when rifles splatter
Come across wit a rival chapter
Don’t be afraid to be blastin
An don’t know nothin bout lastin
An if he flashin
We gassin him
An leavin his ass in a wagon
The last dragon
We smashin
Imagine missin in action
I hit his ass for his cabbage
An dissapeared like Aladdin
An trappin his ass inside a mutha fuckin cave
Niggas that came wit the pistols
I got missles and hand grenades
An some troopers wit bazookaz
Ready to shoot you
Do you in
Crushin boulders wit soldiers
Cook it an make it pure again
It’s yo friend the Prince Of Darkness
Whenever the dark hits
I feel my heart get
To beatin an you bustas be my target
PM it’s cold heart
Verse 14 *(Dru Down)*
We use no parinoia
Or dedication to our paper it’s so deep
The paraphanalia to the Mobb
Love to creep
Our elevations is racin
Up to the top
Non-stop
Wit a caulked back Glock
Then hop
Into some cut
To then nigga skirt-skirt
You notice I juss do some dirt
I puttin in work
I hit them were it hurt
Crack yo spine time
Instead of hittin 'em wit my nine
I’m
Strictly wit this hit Mobb shit
Bitch!
Recognize
What a mutha fucka do is steal
Right between your eyes
The nigga was dead before he died
I slide
To the next scene
To the next route
I’m speakin on what I juss did at the head quarters
An to my Mobb soldiers
No one can fold us
Readin the weakness like some Black Jack
If niggas can’t handle it
They get stomped from that Mobb attack
An if you come back from that stompin
Lay low
Got 'em
Hard-headed niggas will get they head put on fire
Verse 15 *(Ager Man)*
It’s A-G-E once again
Pullin you niggas ho cards
Strapped for them niggas that frontin like bitches
Tryin to act hard
It ain’t nothin but the mutha fuckin Mobb in me
I went from sellin coke on the block
To doin robberies
To 'luffin yo ass
Stuffin yo ass
Up in a trunk punk
Caught wit a 3 Times circumstance like T-Funk
Too soon for 'em
Shoulda had a tomb for 'em
Non-ass solider niggas
There’d be no room for 'em
When Pistols Blazin
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Ha, ha
Eh, eh, eh, eh. Zejdź mi z oczu. Zobacz też
Mobb shit bitch
Lynch Mobb mane
Eh, eh. Lu-Lun-iz
3 razy
Me Ager Man
Bart
"Let me turn up the heat man"
Dig it the M. O. B. baby
Jestem ranna!
Fa sheezy
Fa sheez
Werset 1 *(Bart)*
I fold the cash then I
Hit away
Juss a thug for the money, no love
Hit ' em up wit the blast
Włóż go do torby, owiń.…
W górę
Werset 2 *(T-Luni z Cydalu)*
To tylko interesy.
So when the picture come bouncin off yo head
Nie bierz tego do siebie.
Money makin needs no rehearsin
No nigga
/ Align = "left" /
Werset 3 *(Bart)*
Mobb
Killaz podłączony z bloku do bloku
Re-cock The Glock
Przywróć kropkę
Heatas
Beamery
Powtórki z rzutów z gry
Werset 4 *(T-Luni z Cydalu)*
We take action verses talk is cheap
Uwierzysz nam.
Czas na nić dentystyczną.
Cut off the weak
Nie zdradzisz nas.
Zmanipulujmy morderstwo.
Any an all
Wielu upadnie.
Werset 5 *(Bart)*
Juss an
O. G. call
Made from the B
Kiedy się postawię, założę się, że Pan chory dostanie szału.
I gets to blastin ass
Dip they bodies in the bag
Mam nadzieję.
Dostać się do lastin w tej grze gotówki
Werset 6 *(T-Luni z Cydalu)*
To parafanalia.
Nieparzystokopytne
Ty pierdolony dowcipnisiu.
That ' ll pump yo body full of lead
/ Align = "left" /
Werset 7 *(Bart)*
Cuz it ain ' t no spraya like the one I got
/ Align = "left" /
Surround yo splot head
Fucking wit the weave head
Get left wit P head
I bet ya violent click
Talking all that lip
When you was wit my click and get shit
Werset 8 *(T-Luni z Cydalu)*
Head split an ass kopnięty w
Podbródek
Nikt cię nie rozpozna, gdy cię znajdą.
I wciąż nie wiedzą, kto cię zabił.
Werset 9 *(Bart)*
To gówno jest głębsze niż myślisz.
Wit a straight face
Lay down an come up off them cavy case
Zwolnij.
Better Pump yo brakes
"Don' t know my click from a can 't paint"
These niggas won ' t last
Kiedy
Buck one in that ass
/ Align = "left" /
Widziałem jeszcze dwie ucieczki.
Chorus *(Ager Man)* x2
It ain ' t no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
To niesamowite, jak żar wydobywa dziwkę w czarnuchach.
When pistols blazin
Werset 10 *(Keek The Sneek)*
/ Align = "left" /
Like fresh over fresh
Jestem w Benz
Massagin a suki moja rywalizacja
/ Align = "left" /
Build the twins
Nigga I love them bitch half Benz
Strugglin off that gin
Hoes at the bus stop wanna get in
Ale oni
Podkładki pod stopy
Not swangin like A Nova
Plus them niggas ain ' t tight
To make a right and pull my 600 over
Gdy odszedłem, spojrzałem w kącik oka.
Że to te same czarnuchy, które na mnie naskoczyły.
Ale to nie był mój czas na śmierć.
Ah
"Pull out my thang"
Hit ' em in the back
/ Align = "left" /
So the bitch stay out my business and let the Benzo spódnica
An swang
Yellin Mobb, clouded wit Age
For the nigga I said
"I didn' t love yo punk ass
I ' m tired of the pain»
Jak Cameo to gówno jest dziwne
A nigga doing a dude
Żeby przestawić mu całą szyję na głowę.
Mobb members, make niggas think about what they doin
Uważaj, co gonisz.
Fuck around and get yo cała kariera zrujnowana
Werset 11 *(Yukmouth)*
Posłuchaj.
Uh
Little boys and girls listen to me
"It is I that you see"
Getting high niggas be
Getting by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit ' em high meet defeat
Wit ' em tied across the feet
Niggas lie beneath the creek
Wielu próbuje, ale nie je.
Much food
Chyba, że wpadnę na głupca, który mnie poderwie Lexem.
FUCK SCHOOL
Let ' s jet
Live an direct
Na terenie gminy znajdują się
4-5 A A Tech
Kiedy cię pochowają, szczają na twój grób.
Żadnych świadków, tylko śrut z wnętrza gage ' a.
"An niggas be getting pepper sprayed up"
/ Align = "left" /
Okoliczności
Za bezwstydne, bez człowieczeństwa
To slang a gang
/ Align = "left" /
My shit be fully greased up
Hits the mutha Fucking streets up
Cuz niggas ain ' t takin no beat ups
/ Align = "left" /
Liderzy nowej szkoły
# But we don ' t bust a rhyme #
We bust a nine
Mutha fuckas
Nine ' s under the bridge in the Pacific Tunnel
Materiał Mobb
Skreśl numer seryjny
Kurewsko balistyczne.
Roll to the riches
Jebać Dziwki, Dziwki, Dziwki
Bubblicious Yuk
Booku bucks
My niggas will shoot you up
Werset 12 *(Swoop G)*
Co te czarnuchy chcą zrobić?
Zostać zastrzelonym, zdeptanym pistoletem głupcem?
Jeśli nie, to sugeruję, żebyś wypierdalał z Zachodu.
/ Align = "left" /
Nie ma żadnej konkurencji.
I leave you wit two holes
One in yo dome
One in yo chest
Elliot Ness
Nie zrobiłby tego na Zachodzie.
I tak
Wiem, że o nas słyszeliście.
Bo wszyscy byliśmy w wiadomościach.
Morderstwa w stylu Fo Mobb
Rozwalę mu łeb.
Wit a strap
Powiedział swojej suce, żeby tu przyszła.
Usiadła mi na kolanach.
Man this Mobb shit
Ain ' t never been no joke
Zmierzasz prosto do zagrody.
/ Align = "left" /
Dlatego trzymam grzejnik.
Na moim miejscu pasażera.
An I ' m Mobb Affiliated
Uh, uh
Wiem, że tego nienawidzisz.
I rather be caught
Z moim grzejnikiem
Więc zgaś mój grzejnik.
To wykroczenie.
Werset 13 *(Eklipze)*
Łamię plecy jak kręgarz.
# Patrz czynnik Cydalny
Get off yo block when rifles splatter
Natknąć się na rywalizujący rozdział
Don ' t be afraid to be blastin
An don ' t know nothin bout lastin
An if he flashin
Zagazujemy go.
/ Align = "left" /
Ostatni smok
We smashin
Imagine missin in action
Walnąłem go za kapustę.
"An disapared like Aladdin"
A trappin his ass inside a mutha Fucking cave
Niggas that came wit the pistols
Mam panienki i granaty ręczne.
An some troopers wit bazookaz
Ready to shoot you
Do you in
Crushin boulders wit soldiers
Cook it and make it pure again
To twój przyjaciel, Książę Ciemności.
Whenever the dark hits
I feel my heart get
To beatin an you bustas be my target
PM it ' s cold heart
Werset 14 *(Dru Down)*
Nie używamy parinoi
/ Align = "left" /
Parafanalia do Mobb
Love to creep
/ Align = "left" / Spacewatch
Up to the top
Non-stop
Wit a caulked back Glock
/ Align = "left" /
Into some cut
To then nigga skirt-skirt
Zauważ, że robię brudy.
I puttin in work
I hit them were it hurt
Crack yo spine time
/ Align = "left" /
Jestem
Strictly wit this hit Mobb shit
Suka!
Rozpoznawanie
Co mutha fucka robi to kradnie
"Right between your eyes"
Czarnuch był martwy zanim umarł.
Ślizgam się.
Do następnej sceny
Do następnej trasy
Mówię o tym, co zrobiłem w Kwaterze Głównej.
An to my Mobb soldiers
No one can fold us
/ Align = "left" /
If niggas can ' t handle it
Zostali zdeptani przez ten atak Mobb
/ Align = "left" /
Lay low
Mam ich.
Hard-headed niggas will get they head put on fire
Werset 15 *(Ager Man)*
To znowu A-G-E
Pullin you niggas ho cards
Straped for them niggas that frontin like bitches
Tryin to act hard
# It ain ' t nothin but the mutha Fucking Mobb in me #
I went from Sellin coke on the block
Za rabunki.
To ' luffin yo ass
Stuffin yo ass
Up in a trunk punk
Caught wit a 3 Times jako T-Funk
Too soon for ' em
/ Align = "left" /
Nieduże czarnuchy
Nie byłoby dla nich miejsca.
When Pistols Blazin