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Tekst piosenki
Ay, you want me to spit some shit? Right now?
What you wanna hear? Alright, check it out…
Funky fresh for the AP-9-Tré
Straight from the muthafuckin' northern Bay
It’s The C-L-I-C-K, all up in your anus hole
Loungin' in the deuce getting wild and loose
A young loc get by fuckin' with St. Ides
Watching my brother ‘cause I’m loving a pimp
And I can’t wait until I learn his limp
So I can walk that walk, mayne, and talk that talk
Sport his clothes and fuck much hoes
‘Cause as a youngsta, I never knew Nathan
But I knew a Franklin could get me some dank and
I could get an ounce, break it down to 20s
Make my money back and I still stack plenty
With attitude, man, dude, I knew (What you knew?)
That I’ma be a Savage in 1992 ('92, '93)
A hog muthafucka, filled with anger
A 30-round clip with one in the chamber
And my mean mug foul, make me look suspicious (Why's that?)
Because I’m way too vicious
Now that I’m knowing some thangs
You know, like running this here rap game
Some ol' scandalous ass muthafucka wanna put dirt in my name
Boy talkin' about E-40 and The Click, they the muthafuckas going around here
doing all
This damn jackin'
Knowin' we ain’t doing nothing but rappin'
We just some rapped out muthafuckas… MUTHAFUCKA!
Never could be a busta… MUTHAFUCKA!
Hella folks be lovin' us ‘cause we real about this shit
My city is on the map now ‘cause of the different styles that we spit
Eeny-meeny-miney-mo, catch a nigga by his curl
Got my money, let him go, if not, nigga, shoot the hoe
And let it be known that I’m strapped and ready
‘Cause it’s fonk when you fuckin' wit' fetti
Scrappin' like hogs ‘til the end though
And I was hittin' muthafuckas like indo
Tackin' ‘em out, mayne, and that’s fa sho (Who was it?)
Me and 40 Water, lettin' ‘em know
That we was shakin' ‘em up, wreckin' ‘em up, breakin' ‘em off proper
Bulletproof vest, Glock 10, and a chopper
I go Sing Sing, sick in the head, Napa State retarded
Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
I ain’t no sucka, so don’t call me Lollipop
Uh, fuck around and make me mad and I’ma blow my top
(Where you from?) You see, I’m straight from the northern Bay where they spit
loogies at
Hoochies
I’m down with The C-L-I-C-K and we smooth old schools, not Suzukis
Beanie caps, pea coats, and all that
Much dap to my little brother Young Mugzi way up there in Sac
(What he doing?) Strapped after dark and I know he’s with this
Huh, ‘cause we way too vicious
Yeah, man, a muthafucka way too vicious in this whole shit, you know
A muthafucka just can’t run up without getting done up, you know what I’m sayin'
Muthafuckas overheads in this, boy, you gotta be on your P’s and Q’s, boy
Watch your back at all times, mayne
Know what I’m sayin', play your cards right, junior
You never know what goes down on this side of town
Ay B, drop that ol' shit about that other situation, mayne
Shit got fonky again last night
So I did a drive-by in broad daylight (Broad daylight?)
Mobbed through the ghetto with the ski mask down
Hopped out the Cut', let loose some rounds
Boom boom boom (BOOM BOOM), and it was dropper
On straight drama, I think I heard a nigga yell «Mama»
But she can’t help ‘cause she was hittin' the dirt
(What else?) Fucked up her hip, and ripped her skirt
And guess who comes through?
Who? Me? Perkin' off some of that Rossi
Me and my whole Mossie
Amped, geeked, juiced, stoned
Twisted, burnt, full of it, gone
In a four-barrel Camaro so we can get up out
Ready to melt some muthafuckas and take the under route
But here comes the po-po's (DAMN!)
He fucked our whole little PROGRAM
Now we gotta outsmart ‘em, skee-skrt
Hit a couple of corners, that’ll work
Turned off the lights, got out the car, and you can kiss this
Bye-bye now, ‘cause we way too vicious
Ay B, ay, the proof is in the pudding, boy
Ay, muthafuckas way too vicious, boy
Yeah, muthafucka come in here with a master plan, man
Full diagram and the whole bit
Ay, that’s real though, you know
Ain’t no tellin', that’s what Jack told Helen
Muthafuckas like us be like really bellin', mayne, you know
Yeah, on the gooch though, you know
Ay, been a long road though, boy
Long road, mayne—we in here doing this shit though for the tré
For the muthafuckin' tré
Yeah, moving on, boy, Sick Wid It Records, boy
Finna expand on they asshole, too
Yeah
Hahahaha, that’s real though
Yeah
We be keepin' that shit like on the super side
On the super super super side
Ay, pass me some of that Rossi though, junior
Here you go, what
The muthafuckin' Savage is in the house, hahahaha
Yeah
That’s real, nigga; that’s my muthafuckin' nigga
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Funky fresh for the AP-9-Tré
Prosto z mutafuckin ' northern Bay
To C-L-I-C-K, wszystko w Twojej dziurze Odbyt
Loungin ' in the deuce getting wild and loose
A young loc get by fuckin ' z St. Ides
"Watching my brother' cause I 'm loving a pimp"
I nie mogę się doczekać, aż nauczę się jego utykania.
/ Align = "left" /
Sport jego ubrania i pieprzyć dużo dziwek
Bo jako młodzieniec, nigdy nie znałem Nathana.
Ale wiedziałem, że Franklin da mi trochę wilgoci.
Mógłbym dostać uncję i obniżyć do 20.
"Make my money back and I still stack plenty"
/ Align = "left" / )
That I ' ma be a Savage in 1992 ('92, '93)
Świńska mutafucka, przepełniona gniewem
Magazynek 30-nabojowy z jednym w komorze
And my mean mug faul, make me look suspicious (Why ' s that?)
Bo jestem zbyt okrutny.
Teraz, gdy znam kilka rzeczy
Wiesz, jak prowadzenie tej tutaj Gry rapowej
Jakiś ol ' skandaliczny Tyłek mutafucka chce umieścić brud w moim imieniu
Boy talkin ' about E-40 and the Click, they The mutafuckas going around here
doing all
This damn jackin'
Knowin 'we ain' t doing nothing but rappin'
My tylko zgarnęliśmy skurwysyny ... skurwysyny!
Nigdy nie może być busta... MATKOJEBCA!
Hella folks be lovin 'us' cause we real about this shit
Moje Miasto jest teraz na mapie z powodu różnych stylów, które plujemy
ENE-Meene-miney-mo, catch a nigga by his curl
Got my money, let him go, if not, nigga, shoot the hoe
I niech będzie wiadomo, że jestem uzbrojony i gotowy
'Cause it' s fonk when you fuckin ' wit ' fetti
Scrappin 'like hogs' t the end though
I biłem mutafuckas jak indo
Tackin ''em out, mayne, and that' s fa sho (Who was it?)
Ja i 40 Water, lettin '' em know
That we was shakin ''em up, wreckin' 'em up, breakin '' em off proper
Kamizelka kuloodporna, Glock 10 i śmigłowiec
I go Sing Sing, sick in the head, Napa State retarded
Drążone gorące te zanurzone w czosnku
I ain 't no sucka, so don' t call me Lollipop
Uh, fuck around and make me mad and I ' m blow my top
(Skąd jesteś? Widzisz, jestem prosto z Północnej zatoki, gdzie plują
loogies at
Hoochies
Jestem z C-L-I-C-K i my gładkie stare szkoły, nie Suzukis
Czapki, płaszcze groszkowe i takie tam.
Much dap to my little brother Young Mugzi way up there in Sac
(Co on robi?/ Align = "left" /
Huh, ' cause we way too vicious
Tak, stary, mutafucka zbyt złośliwa w tym całym gównie, wiesz
Matkojebca po prostu nie może biec bez zrobienia tego, wiesz o czym mówię
Maminsynek w tym, chłopcze, musisz być na swoich P I Q, chłopcze
Uważaj na siebie, mayne.
Wiesz o czym mówię, rozegraj to dobrze, junior.
Nigdy nie wiadomo, co dzieje się po tej stronie miasta.
Ay B, przestań pieprzyć o tej innej sytuacji, mayne.
/ Align = "left" /
Więc podjechałem w biały dzień.)
Tłum przechodził przez getto z opuszczoną maską narciarską
Hopped out the Cut', let loose some rounds
Boom boom boom (BOOM BOOM), and it was dropper
Na straight drama, I think I heard a nigga yell "Mama»
But she can 't help' cause she was hittin ' the dirt
(Co jeszcze?) Fucked up her hip, and ripped her spódnica
I zgadnij, kto przechodzi?
Kto? Ja? Perkin ' off some of that Rossi
Me and my whole Mossie
Amed, geeked, juiced, stoned
Twisted, burnt, full of it, gone
W czterolufowym Camaro, żebyśmy mogli wstać.
Gotowy roztopić trochę mutafuckas i wziąć pod trasę
Ale oto nadchodzi policja (cholera!)
Pieprzył nasz program.
Teraz musimy ich przechytrzyć, skee-skrt.
Uderz w kilka zakrętów, to zadziała.
Zgasić światła, wysiąść z samochodu, i możesz pocałować to
Bye-bye now, 'cause we way too vicious
Ay B, ay, dowód jest w puddingu, chłopcze.
Ay, mutafuckas way too vicious, boy
Tak, mutafucka chodź tu z wielkim planem, człowieku.
Pełny diagram i cały bit
To prawda.
Ain' t no tellin', that ' s what Jack told Helen
Mutafuckas like us be like really bellin', mayne, you know
Tak, na gooch chociaż, wiesz
Ay, been a long road though, boy
Long road, mayne-we in here doing this shit though for the tré
For the mutafuckin ' tré
Yeah, moving on, boy, Sick Wid It Records, boy
Finna
Tak.
Hahahaha, to jest prawdziwe.
Tak.
We be keepin ' that shit like on the super side
Po stronie super super super
Podaj mi trochę Rossi, junior.
Proszę bardzo.
Mutafuckin ' Savage is in the house, hahahaha
Tak.
To jest prawdziwe, czarnuchu; to jest mój pierdolony Czarnuch