Brotha Lynch Hung — Reachin' for Fame tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Yeh, yeh.
Back at that ass once again
Had to do it, bitch niggaz in the town
Ya know what I’m sayin'
I’ma tell 'em what I know
Know what I know
Word on the streets is don’t quit ya day job
I own spots while you won’t even get to own a spot
I’m unconcious sippin' on that sugary Saint I-des
Your raps need that Midas touch while mines rhymes
It’s suicide fuckin' wit me, believe it
I’ll tuck the fifty cal now cause some niggaz tried to get me Split me in half like a joint bitch, I had it crackin'
Slugs went flyin' through ya window, nigga I’m the captain
You just rappin' to get by, might have to get to wrapped in a 6−5
Might have to get that truckin' and get locked
Nigga you taste good like sour cream and chives over potatoes
I’m a tornado, you just a puddle
A poodle talkin' shit 'bout to get one put in ya noodle
Biotch ya got the nuts to be attackin' back at me My chap I’m strapped have the fifty pound metal in the back seat
And it’s all legal, got me dumpin' at ya Regal wid the do dirty
Gotta get mine done no matter who hurt me Every bitch I got I got the key to the spot
Better hide yo bitch before I get the key to your spot
Stand right over ya bed wid yo glock
Put one right in ya head ya whole cake
You ain’t even gon' play my shit rock up just like cocaine
You a no name I’m preachin' you still reachin' for fame
Same old shit but a different day
Back at these niggaz like boomerangs
Nigga wanna come around and do my thang
Bangin' these niggaz for the dead issues
Call the paramedics to get you
Not fuckin' wid me in this lifetime
Not thinkin' in my right mind
Like Mike Tyson when it’s my time
Got these niggaz hollerin' woof
Baby you ain’t hard as hundred proof
My fellow you just a nigga that won’t fit in a puddle
Piece a shit, nut ridin' get your ass outta hidin'
Dip on 21st street ridin' there won’t be a survivor
Yo ass ain’t no McGuyver you done say the wrong thangs
The method that I got to give 'em bustin' out some teeth to say the less
You can save the rest for later
I mean I’m way to major like E-major nigga
You claimin' my game but you ain’t nothin' but a hater
So when I pull out my tool scram
Ya riddled drain eggs and ham you in the fryin' pan
The way I reach out and snap a nigga like a rubber band
Oh no there goes another man tryna fuck wid the Siccmade fam
Uh, Uh again?, God damn
These niggaz talk alot of shit but don’t really know about C-O
That sneaky motherfucka hit ya ass like ya P-O
When ya least expect it with the cold Smith and Wesson
Have my bitch, set you up at the telly get you undressin'
Then it’s lights camera action my pistol’s blastin'
Ya night went from cashin' to missin' fractions
But shit do happen, so ya shoulda been ready
Instead of doin' all that yappin' shoulda copped you somethin' heavy
We deadly, like rattlesnake bites y’all the taddlin' type
Deal wit my pain and probably rattle ya life
So instead of worryin' about ours you need to see
What’s the matter wit ya life?
What’s the matter wit ya life boy, ya can’t get it right?
What’s the matter wit ya life boy, ya can’t get a life?
Then spark it up this hitter does so ya can’t get no ice
So now ya wanna hold a grudge wid, niggaz like us Beause we move shit like drugs where y’all stayin' and cus
And talk about the same shit all day
And us we on the next page and after that the next page
So try again the next day if you can’t fade us today
Practice makes perfect lil' guy stay in ya place
I’m a Southside rider, funk provider
Leave you in the trunk tied up, punk ya lied to us Just to tryna glock wid us get a piece of the pie wid us We too O-G, I don’t fuck wid them mics cuz
I’m diggy down it will take plots to get me now
And I got the fifty thou, wanna bet ya not get me pow
I’m the threat starter fire starter put a hole in ya Starter
And you couldn’t find me cause it’s time for departure
Tryna get ya CD’s out, I know it start ya Blame it on me I got heat, I leave ya scortched up
I’m on the porch and nuttin' up, Southside, keep locked
Where the G’s knock niggaz out for fuckin' up, we tuck 'em up Me and C-O and Tall Cann you can’t fuck wid us We somethin' rough you niggaz be punkin' up we got pumps and stuff
All up in the trunk and stuff we be waitin' for attack
Get me sprayin' on ya pack and now you layin' on ya back
You ain’t payin' all ya rap taxes institute of malpractice
I put ya raps in a casket you half plastic
Patty mealed ass nigga put ya raps in the thrashbin
Ya clashin' wid the Burbank titan fasten ya seatbelts
I’m bout to make ya meat melt
That beer breath spittin' meat chunks at ya wig punk
I fear less rather hear less, you niggaz is tryna pay less
I make ya days less trippin' on the famous tryna get famous
Nigga please
Ain’t nobody fuckin' wit me, this side of the city
Northside gangsta ride turn you liars to sissies
You ain’t bangin' shit so miss me wid ya bullshit comment
You know me, I worship drama that was a curse from my momma
So if you wanna bring it here boy
Northgate in El camino I’m right here boy
All day long all night strong we be runnin' the North
And I can have niggaz from your hood, run on ya porch
Ya little cowards keep the gun in ya shorts
We keep the blunts and the ports to blaze up After ya spirit raise up you still
think you can rap you need to give them days up It’s gonna cost you ya cap takin' cheap shots at us So cuz toss me the strap and put these streets on hush
Because they full of wack niggaz and they speak too much
And now we can’t have that because we G too much
So I’ma end it on this fact nigga’ll bleed too much
Ya keep talkin'
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Tak, tak.
Z powrotem na tym tyłku po raz kolejny
Had to do it, bitch niggaz in the town
Ya know what I 'm sayin'
Powiem im, co wiem.
"Know what I know"
Chodzą słuchy, że nie rezygnuj z pracy.
Ja mam spoty, a ty nawet nie masz.
I 'm inconcious sippin' on that sugar Saint I-des
Twoje rapy potrzebują tego dotyku Midasa, podczas gdy miny rymują się
To samobójstwo.
I 'll tuck the fifty cal now because some niggaz tried to get me Split me in half like a joint bitch, I had it crackin'
Slugs went flyin 'through ya window, nigga I' m the captain
You just rappin ' to get by, might have to get to wrapped in a 6-5
Może trzeba będzie wziąć ciężarówkę i się zamknąć.
Nigga you taste good like sour cream and chives over potatoes
I ' m a tornado, you just a puddle
A poodle talkin 'shit' bout to get one put in ya noodle
Biotch ya got the nuts to be attackin 'back at me my chap I' m strapped have the 50 pound metal in the back seat
And it ' s all legal, got me dumping at ya Regal wid the Do dirty
* Gotta get mine done no matter who hurt me Every bitch I got I got the key to the spot *
Lepiej Schowaj swoją dziwkę, zanim zdobędę klucz do Twojego miejsca.
Stand right over ya bed wid yo glock
Put one right in ya head ya whole cake
You ain 't even gon' play my shit rock up just like cocaine
* You a no name I 'm preachin' * * still reachin ' for fame *
Same old shit but a different day
Back at these niggaz like bumerangs
Nigga wanna come around and do my thang
Bangin ' these niggaz for the dead issues
Zadzwoń po karetkę.
"Not fuckin' wid me in this lifetime"
Not thinkin ' in my right mind
Like Mike Tyson when it ' s my time
Got these niggaz hollerin ' woof
Baby you ain ' t hard as hundred proof
My fellow you just a nigga that won ' t fit in a puddle
"Piece a shit, nut ridin'get your ass out hidin'"
Dip on 21st street ridin 'there won' t be a survivor
Yo ass ain ' t no McGuyver you done say the wrong thangs
"The method that I got to give 'em bustin' out some teeth to say the less"
Resztę możesz zostawić na później.
I mean I ' m way to major like E-major nigga
You claimin 'my game but you ain' t nothin ' but a hater
Więc kiedy wyciągnę moje narzędzie, spadam stąd.
Ya podziurawione jajka i szynka cię w patelni
"The way I reach out and snap a nigga like a rubber band"
Oh no there goes another man tryna fuck wid the Siccmade fam
Znowu? Cholera.
Ci czarnuchy gadają bzdury, ale nie wiedzą o C-O.
Ten podstępny skurwysyn uderzył cię w dupę jak P-O
Kiedy najmniej się tego spodziewasz z zimnym Smithem i Wessonem
Niech moja suka, ustawi cię w telewizji, rozbierze Cię.
# Then it 's lights camera action # # my pistol's blastin' #
Ya night went from cashin 'to missin' fractions
Ale gówno się zdarza, więc powinieneś być gotowy.
Zamiast robić to całe gadanie, powinienem był Ci załatwić coś ciężkiego.
We deadly, like rattlesnake bites y 'all the taddlin' type
Deal wit my pain and probably rattle ya life
Więc zamiast martwić się o nasze musisz zobaczyć
Co się stało z twoim życiem?
Co się stało z twoim życiem chłopcze, nie możesz tego zrobić dobrze?
Co się stało z twoim życiem chłopcze, nie możesz mieć życia?
Then spark it up this hitter does so ya can ' t get no ice
So now ya wanna hold a grudge wid, niggaz like us Beuse we move shit like drugs where y 'all stayin' and cus
I cały dzień gadają o tym samym gównie.
A my na następnej stronie, a potem na następnej stronie.
Więc spróbuj jeszcze raz następnego dnia, jeśli nie możesz nas dzisiaj zgasić.
Practice makes perfect Lil ' guy stay in ya place
I ' m a Southside rider, funk provider
Zostawić cię w bagażniku związanego, punk ya lied to us Just to tryna glock wid us get a piece of the pie wid us we too O-G, I don ' t fuck wid them mics cuz
I ' m diggy down it will take knots to get me now
And I got the fifty thousand, wanna bet ya not get me pow
I ' m the threat starter fire starter put a hole in ya Starter
I nie mogłeś mnie znaleźć, bo nadszedł czas na odejście.
Tryna get ya CD ' s out, I know it start ya Blame it on me I got heat, I leave ya scortched up
I 'm on the ganek and nuttin' up, Southside, keep locked
Gdzie G 'S knock niggaz out for fuckin' up, we tuck 'em up Me and C-O and Tall Cann you can' t fuck wid us We somethin 'rough you niggaz be punkin' up we got pumps and stuff
/ Align = "left" /
Get me sprayin 'on ya pack and now you layin' on ya back
You ain 't payin' all ya RAP taxes institute of malpractice
I put ya raps in a caffet you half plastic
Patty mealed ass nigga put ya raps in the thrashbin
Ya clashin ' wid the Burbank titan fasten ya seatbelts
I ' m bout to make ya meat melt
# That beer breath spittin ' meat chunks at ya wig punk #
Lękam się mniej, raczej mniej słyszę, ty czarnuchu jest tryna płacić mniej
I make ya days less trippin ' on the famous tryna get famous
Nigga please
Ain 't nobody fuckin' wit me, this side of the city
Northside gangsta ride turn you liars to sissies
You ain 't bangin' shit so miss me wid ya bullshit comment
Znasz mnie, Uwielbiam dramat, który był przekleństwem mojej mamy.
So if you wanna bring it here boy
Northgate w El camino jestem tutaj, chłopcze.
All day long all night strong we be runnin ' the North
I mogę mieć czarnuchów z twojej dzielnicy, biegać na Twoim ganku
Tchórze trzymają broń w spodenkach.
We keep the blunts and the ports to blaze up After ya spirit raise up you still
think you can rap you need to give them days up It 's gonna cost you ya cap takin' cheap shots at us So cuz toss me the strap and put these streets on hush
Because they full of wack niggaz and they speak too much
A teraz nie możemy na to pozwolić, bo za dużo mamy.
/ Align = "left" /
Ya keep talkin'