Brotha Lynch Hung — Break Ya Loccs tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
About to leave the studio it’s 9−11, 2002
Up in here wid my nigga C-O once again
Ya know what I’m sayin?
And the motherfuckin' bad news is
What? Suspicion is back
Ya know, here we go
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I got that spit venom shit that’ll wrinkle up ya denim shit
Fuck them niggas they all hoes I run up in them quick
Turn 'em into statues, lead tattoos I stay
Twenty four deep and bring niggas the bad news like
The Metro Section I spit petrol like gas nozzles
Bang wid my thangs nigga, you the last models
From the Garden to the creep module
I’m off the bottle makin' money like I won the lotto
You wanna follow wid ya tongue stickin' out ready to lick these nuts
Had a dream watchin' me get out the four door to get these guts
I spit flames, beat niggas like Rick James get aim
Cause like Pac’s attraction I grip thangs
And it’s hard and cold it’ll make ya heart a cold
I sweat so much I’m so hot, I’m hard to hold
And I’ll tell you somethin' else fool Suspicion for life
Have you comin' home from work late, missin' ya wife
And ya kids and ya cribs tore up, I leave ya ribs tore up
Nuttin' else better I do, than cut up cold cuts
I’m a meat eatin', skin collector been connected
Wid some niggas that’ll cut you in the neck and leave you butt naked
Layin' dead in ya Lexus, what you doing?
Fryin' niggas like they do out in Texas, Why?
Lyin' to niggas cause they fakin' the love
You be the one takin' the slug
And you show me that you ain’t got no love for me I’m done cuz
(Hook)
Niggas that say they real fake as fuck
Have you left set up dead in a vacant lot
No matter what they can talk all that gangsta shit
If ya gangsta walk still ain’t shit
I break ya loccs and run up in yO shit
(Suspicion)
Look we roll shit blow shit, I been blue shit
Old shit new shit, keep it true shit
Always in a blue fit, and old school kicks
Posted where they move bricks if it was me quick
I sold shit stole shit, I had to move shit
Old shit new shit, to keep a few chips
Man my life wasn’t nothin' sweet
At fifteen years old was livin' out on the street
With rocks between my teeth like where the fuck I’m gon' sleep
Grandmomma don’t want me and I ain’t seen dad for weeks
And momma ain’t never been there for me
It’s like she probably never cared to shed a tear for me
So now the whole world’s like a glare to me
Through all these hard times can barely see prepared to leave
But I dare one of these cats wid no haps for they fame
This rap’s for the tracks yeh they wack but they flames
Tryna dirty up my name, I leave 'em stained
Gunshots to middle of they brain, I leave 'em drained
Duck cops from here to the gate, I leave 'em dazed
Bust shots at all of them cops this shit be crazed
Cause fuck goin' back to that place I take the grave
Whether you see me go out ridin' or as a slave
Just look at how they got us, dealin' wid drama
Fuck it pour another shot of that Vodka load up the chopper
(Hook x2)
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I’m young black shit wid mack shit
In the back shit make 'em do back flips
You must be off that crack shit
Fuckin' wid the tactics got spitz like a gat spit
And I’m gonna rip a nigga to bits for instance
I burn incense and think about shit
I don’t need your ten cents juts break 'em right quick (then what?)
Shake 'em right quick (then what?), make 'em bite dick
You suck lug nuts ya love nuts I plug stuff, cut guts up
Ya tough luck punk, fuckin' wid flames around gas
Heat, enough heat to cook ya turkey fried deep like
Louisiana blow sacks like Santana might
Run up in ya spot with the dark blue bandana right
Wid banana clips takin' you out, run in ya house
Let the nine milli cum in ya mouth
Runnin' the South like Cash Money
I bang niggas in the head you a crash dummy
I mash niggas
(Hook x2)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
/ Align = "right" / 11 września 2002
Up in here wid my nigga C-O once again
Wiesz o czym mówię?
A jebana zła wiadomość to
Co? Suspicion is back
/ Align = "left" /
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I got that spit venom shit that ' ll Marsh up ya denim shit
Jebać czarnuchów.
Zamienię je w posągi, ołowiane tatuaże i zostanę.
24 deep I bring niggas the bad news like
Sekcja metra i pluje benzyną jak dyszami gazowymi
Bang wid my thangs nigga, you the last models
From the Garden to the creep module
I 'm off the bottle makin' money like I won the lotto
You wanna follow wid ya tongue stickin ' out ready to lick these nuts
Śniło mi się, że wyszedłem przez cztery drzwi, by zdobyć te wnętrzności.
I spit flames, beat niggas like Rick James get aim
Bo tak jak Pac ' s attraction chwytam się rzeczy
And it 's hard and cold it' ll make ya heart a cold
I pot so much I 'm so hot, I' m hard to hold
I powiem ci coś jeszcze.
Wracasz późno z pracy, tęsknisz za żoną?
And ya kids and ya cribs tore up, I leave ya żeberka tore up
Nuttin ' else better I do, than cut up cold cuts
I 'm a meatin', skin collector been connected
Wid some niggas that ' ll cut you in the neck and leave you butt nagi
Leżysz martwy w swoim Lexusie, co robisz?
Smażysz czarnuchów jak w Teksasie, dlaczego?
Lyin 'to niggas cause they fakin' the love
You be the one takin ' the slug
And you show me that you ain 't got no love for me I' m done cuz
(Hak)
Niggas that say they real fake as fuck
Zostawiłeś Martwego na pustej działce
Bez względu na to, co mówią, całe to gangsterskie gówno.
If ya gangsta walk still ain ' t shit
I break ya loccs and run up in yO shit
(Podejrzenie)
Look we roll shit blow shit, I been blue shit
Old shit new shit, keep it true shit
Zawsze w niebieskim stroju, i Old school kicks
/ Align = "left" /
Sprzedałem gówno, ukradłem gówno, musiałem przenieść gówno.
Old shit new shit, to keep a February
Man my life wasn 't nothin' sweet
W wieku piętnastu lat mieszkał na ulicy.
Z kamieniami między zębami jak, kurwa, gdzie będę spał
Babcia mnie nie chce i nie widziałam taty od tygodni.
A mama nigdy nie była przy mnie
Jakby nigdy nie chciała uronić za mnie łzy.
Więc teraz cały świat jest dla mnie jak blask
Przez te wszystkie ciężkie czasy ledwo widzę przygotowany do odejścia
But I dare one of these cats wid no HAP for they fame
This rap ' s for the tracks yeh they wack but they flames
/ Align = "left" /
Strzały w środek ich mózgu, zostawiam ich wysuszonych
Duck cops from here to the gate, I leave ' em dazed
Bust shots at all of them cops this shit be crazed
Bo kurwa goin ' back to that place I take the grave
Czy widzisz, jak jeżdżę na rowerze, czy jak niewolnik.
Spójrz, jak nas dorwali.
Kurwa, nalej jeszcze jednego kieliszka tej wódki do helikoptera.
(Hook x2)
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I ' m young black shit wid mack shit
In the back shit make ' em do back flips
Musisz być poza tym ćpunem.
Ta taktyka Spitzera jak Spitzera.
Na przykład rozerwę czarnucha na strzępy.
Palę kadzidło i myślę o gównie.
I don ' t need your 10 cents juts break 'em right quick (then what?)
Shake ' em right quick (then what?/ align = "left" /
You suck lug nuts ya love nuts I plug stuff, cut guts up
Ya tough luck punk, fuckin ' wid flames around gas
Ciepło, tyle ciepła, żeby ugotować indyka smażonego głęboko jak
Louisiana blow sacks like Santana might
Run up in ya spot with the dark blue bandana right
Wid banana clips takin ' you out, run in ya house
Niech w dziewięć Milli dyplom w ya usta
Runnin ' the South like Cash Money
I bang niggas in the head you a crash manekin
I mash niggas
(Hook x2)