B-Legit — The Game Is Cold tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "The Game Is Cold", wykonawca: B-Legit.
Tekst piosenki
It’s me and Coleone at the pound on perk
Wanna hit the stripper spot, maybe knock us some work
It’s been a minute, I’m in it still down to ride
98 Nav' with the screens inside
Hoes wanna roll, bitches know we go big
A car full of dope, nigga sittin' on six
Big like a gat, so now my mack stay low
With no DL so I bails from fifth-0
I’m hittin' corners, blocks, driveways and alleys
Whitewall’s and Rally’s dippin' up and down Cali
Might hit the spot, and wanna get down tough
A bag full of kush and a sack of the duff
You had enough? You know the staff was down to hurt her
The bitch was a groupie ho, just fucked C-Murder
And I’m a motherfucker dick that’s Platinum and Gold
It ain’t my fault, that’s what I was taught, the game is cold
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
Guess who’s back in the motherfuckin' house
With a fat sack and a dick for your mouth
Nigga comin' back with hoes, money and clout
And tryin' to show y’all what this shit is really about
Now, I can kick it with B or light up the heat
Or holler at P, turn up the beat
Bangin' the fo', the low-low that is Or slang dodo or coco, fo' sho' that is But I ain’t even trippin' no more
I’m like the Six Million Dollar Man, nigga in slow-mo
Go bro, take this shit as far as ya ever been
Shit I’m tryin' to go places, ain’t no nigga never been
But then, niggas steady tryin' to twist me In the pen I got the whole Crip card with me Come get me, y’all niggas know where I’m at Ain’t No Limit to this shit, just know that
Nigga know that, we show that
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
Up early in the mornin', dressed in black
I’m to the dope track to get the dope sack
Blowin', it’s Mr. Bill Clinton of Vallejo, California
With no warnin' shots, just thought I’d warn ya I used to campaign, sold D in the rain
Came Mother’s Day, gave chickens away
Now where I stay, in the Yay, be on the under
Shit be like a jungle, sometimes it make we wonder
By the summer, fuck a Hummer, I ball a 'Burban
If niggas don’t get it together, it’s curtains
I’m certain, we all hurtin', all want a piece
But if you fiddle with mine I turn savage beast
Leave you creased nigga, like you stole somethin'
People tell me «Legit, you’s a cold somethin»
Fuck fightin' and frontin', and bustin' over nothin'
That’s how they fold, the game be cold
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
(«I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat»)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
To ja i Coleone w schronisku na perk.
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Minęła minuta, jestem w tym wciąż do jazdy
98 Nav ' z ekranami wewnątrz
Hoes wanna roll, bitches know we go big
A car full of dope, nigga sittin ' on six
Big like a gat, so now my mack stay low
/ Align = "left" /
I 'm hittin' corners, blocks, driveways and alleys
Whitewall 's and Rally' s dippin ' up and down Cali
Might hit the spot, and wanna get down tough
A bag full of kush and a sack of the duff
Masz dość? Wiesz, że personel chciał ją skrzywdzić.
Ta suka była fanką, tylko pieprzyła C-Murder.
A ja jestem kutasem, który jest platyną i złotem.
To nie moja wina, tak mnie uczono, gra jest zimna.
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
Zgadnij, kto wrócił do domu.
Z grubym workiem i kutasem do ust
Nigga comin ' back with hoes, money and clout
I tryin 'to show y' all what this shit is really about
Teraz mogę kopnąć B albo rozpalić ogień.
Or holler at p, turn up the beat
"Bangin' the fo', the low-low that is Or slang dodo or coco, fo' sho' that is But I ain' t even trippin 'no more"
I ' m like the Six Million Dollar Man, nigga in slow-mo
Idź bracie, zabierz to gówno tak daleko jak kiedykolwiek byłeś
Shit I 'm tryin' to go places, ain ' t no nigga never been
{C: $ 398dc6} But then, niggas steady tryin' to twist me In the pen I got the whole Crip card with me Come get me, y 'all niggas know where I' m at ain ' t No Limit to this shit, just know that {s: 14}
Nigga know that, we show that
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
Wstałem wcześnie rano, ubrany na czarno.
"I' m to The dope track to get The dope sack"
Blowin', to Pan Bill Clinton Z Vallejo, Kalifornia
Bez ostrzegających strzałów, pomyślałem, że cię ostrzegę. kiedyś prowadziłem kampanię, sprzedawałem D w deszczu.
Przyszedł dzień matki, rozdał kurczaki
Now where I stay, in the Yay, be on the under
Shit be like a jungle, sometimes it make we wonder
Do lata, pieprzyć Hummera, i ball a ' Burban
/ Align = "left" /
I 'm sure, we all hurtin', all want a piece
But if you fiddle with mine I turn savage beast
Leave you creased nigga, like you stole somethin'
Ludzie mówią mi "Legit, you' re a cold somethin»
Fuck fightin 'and frontin', and bustin'over nothin'
Tak się składa, gra jest zimna.
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)
("I' m goin ' in they mouth, down they throat»)