Black Moon — Powaful Impak! tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Powaful Impak!", wykonawca: Black Moon.
Tekst piosenki
Intro: Buckshot
Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there
Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat
(some reggae shouting)
Verse 1: Buckshot
Blaaaww! Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty
Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
I’m quick to bombercars
That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
I fucked her, then I did it, that’s why you’s a little bastard
You talk mad shit with no back up, what’s up, act up You punk niggaz get smacked up, word life
You fuckin' with the wrong nigga
I fuck too many on the mic, they call me daddy long trigger
Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
>From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass rot
Peep my style, check my level
I’m so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one with the devil
Booyakya!, watch your back, grab your fuckin' gat
Here come brothers who are ready to act
Chorus:
Boom!
Verse 2: Buckshot
Some pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22
By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew
I step through, and represent Black Moon
First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag of boo
Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard
My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it’s absurd
Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record
Made your crew break up and girl get naked
Respected, because I work hard for my cash
Shakin' more flavor then Mrs. Dash
Look out below, my flow will hit your brain
I got dough, but I still hop the train
I’m bustin' niggaz open, Attica style
Yo, straight to the jugular, brother you’re mad foul
Gimme dat, because I rock with the best
Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest
Verse 3: Buckshot
Free, to the five, to the four, to the funk
I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk
Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord
Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin' driveby
You little crab ass flea
Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me Buckshot, no joke, smoke a nigga like buddha
Who the fuck you think you playin' wit
Yeah, I’m sayin' it Cause I want beef, for you can hang here right
Yo, sometimes I wonder how the fuck you get a mic
But I don’t sweat that, cause I 'm still paid
Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed
I do what I want, just so I can make loot
If it’s an eagle, pack the gat son
You know how we do, true
(Assorted shout outs 'til end)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Intro: Buckshot
Hej yo, to jest wprost dla wszystkich tych czarnuchów tam
Kto na początku pieprzył jakieś bzdury?
(some reggae shouting)
Werset 1: Śrut
Blaaaww! Nadchodzi Śrut Shorty
I kill black real, so guard your grill like naughty
Niggaz call me Jeffrey Dahmer, why
Jestem szybki do bombowców
"That fuck your armor, cause I cause mad trauma"
No comma, straight through your mama like acid
Przeleciałem ją, potem to zrobiłem, dlatego jesteś małym draniem.
You talk mad shit with no back up, what ' s up, act up You punk niggaz get lacked up, word life
Zadarłeś ze złym czarnuchem.
I fuck too many on the mic, they call me Daddy long trigger
Mister Buckshot, makin ' the gun hot
>From niggaz that fiend to see my little ass Gent
Peep my style, check my level
Jestem tak gorący, że zastrzeliłem pieprzonego sprawiedliwego z diabłem
Booyakya! uważaj na siebie, bierz Gnata.
Nadchodzą bracia, którzy są gotowi działać.
Refren:
Bum!
Wers 2: Buckshot
Niektóre pack a mac, I choose to pack a black 22
By my waistline, buckkin ' your whole crew
I step through, and represent Black Moon
Najpierw, zanim kopnę wers, dmucham worek Buu
I freak your funk you never heard
Moje gówno jest takie odlotowe, kiedy je kopnę, to absurdalne
Cholera, jak zniszczyłem Ci życie jedną płytą
Sprawił, że twoja ekipa rozpadła się i dziewczyna się rozebrała
Szanowany, bo ciężko pracuję na moje pieniądze.
Shakin ' more flavor then Mrs. Dash
Spójrz na dół, mój przepływ uderzy w twój mózg.
I got dough, but I still hop the train
I 'm bustin' niggaz open, Attica style
Yo, prosto w szyję, bracie jesteś szalony faul
Gimme dat, because I rock with the best
Yo, peace to the hardcore niggaz, fuck the rest
Wers 3: Buckshot
Free, to the five, to the four, to the funk
I pop junk and keep the bump in the trunk
Puff the skunk and get high, Oh lord
Get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin ' driveby
Ty mała krabowa pchło
/ Align = "left" /
Za kogo ty się, kurwa, uważasz?
Yeah, I 'm sayin' it because I want beef, for you can hang here right
Yo, sometimes I wonder how fuck you get a mic
Ale nie przejmuję się tym, bo wciąż płacę.
Niggaz get bucked down, bitches get sprayed
Robię, co chcę, tylko po to, żeby zarobić.
Jeśli to orzeł, spakuj Broń, synu.
You know how we do, true
(Assorted shout outs ' til end)