Brotha Lynch Hung — Spitz Network (feat. C.O.S. & Yukmouth) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Spitz Network (feat. C.O.S. & Yukmouth)", wykonawca: Brotha Lynch Hung.
Tekst piosenki
Yuk that project nigga, I was forced to hustle
I was forced to tussle drugs slangin' that born to bubble
Nigga back and forth to court in trouble
Cuffed by the task force in trouble
I won a Porsche from the juggle
Pocket full of stones like Barney Rubble cursed by the devil
Birds on the level of a kingpin smirk on the bezel
I hit the hood inside my Esco-lade, make the ghetto say
Yuk so ghetto wid his ghetto ways
My ghetto pays, three and four bricks a day
Pop Cris and play, the hardest representin' the Bay
I fuck free puffin' trees inside me luxury way
Y’all ain’t tellin' me shit I’m tryna fuck celebrity chicks
Yo rockin' a throwback seventy six, I got grand from eighty seven
Ya bitch nigga always said I’d be rich
The fans hit dead at the strip
I still get executive chips
Distribution deal executive shit
Yuk and Lynch what’s better than this
Let the veterans spit
Infra red in the clip deaden ya lip
Ya bitch rappers better step shit up
Call me Texas Yuk, fuck a van I rock the Lexus truck
Wit the Smoke-A-Lot logo gear
Get ya coastal on a promo
Yuk out of this world like Hans Solo
Rap-A-Lot mafioso cop birds from Acopolco
Real talk to mock vocals
Fuck the cops and po-pos, headlocks and choke holds
They put me in again I pop the four-fours drop them homos
And learn that the Glock is no joke
And learn that the Blocc is no joke
Slang rocks and snort coke, we cook kis like gumbo drops
We chop O-Z's to jumbo rocks, pay off Colombo cops
Beef with me the funk won’t stop
The gun expert let the tech burst the Spit Network
It’s the Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network
Homie the human gas nozzle, twenty four gallons a shell on you
Then I bail on you, somethin' smell on you you tell homie
I’m sicker than malt liquor wid the gin mix wid a fifth of brandy
And I’m hard like Chinese trigonometry you niggas can’t understand me
When I, go to plan C and shift gears like a five point O
Dick click, I’ma let one go, everybody get on the floor
I got that petrol my momma ain’t around and I can’t let go
And I’m bound to run up in a high speed butt naked and let the techs go
Bound to give my 'ut two children and hit the nitro
Catch me on a summer night, bleedin' ya sector
Eat 'em up like Hannible Lector leave blood on the walls
Meat in my jaws, heat in my claws bleed her on the walls
Beat up your dog with ease
Teflons and I’m so tired of bein' stepped on
And when I’m done with you niggas you’ll be so tired of bein' crept on
In blue with my nigga, Yukmouth he in all red
I’ll leave 'em all dead call me the hog head spit raw lead
Hook
You see I hops outta somethin' bout as old as me
And then I drops off somethin' or I pops off somethin'
While these hot dogs stuntin' I’m just playin' my part
Back streets fuck the frontin' I like to stay in the dark
I pack heat that crack bubbles so just let the games start
Gimme a corner I got hustle I’ll be ballin' by dark
So fuck the feds and the NARCs they just slowin' me down
Cause I be paranoid now when I be rollin' around
But I’m shark off the water call me deep sea rider
Hop out the lark wid four five and then I sneak three by ya
Before ya realise you been hit my nigga Lynch beside ya
With the nozzle of his grill stuffed an inch inside ya
Flood ya nostrils wid ya head we make ya bleed like hoes
When we plug you up what follows make you freeze like poles
It ain’t nothin' 'til ya partner’s got the greasy nose
Holdin' his tummy for weeks at a time livin' like old dudes
Ya see down in the alley sippin' on old brew
It’s the East levy in alligator and old school
Nikes lock the cops escape paper like it was owed to me
You bitches hoes to me, you’ll give the O’s to me
These streets are cold to me, it’s gettin' old to me
Now I drink straight out the bottle just like it’s sold to me
Now I don’t believe in tomorrow until it’s shown to me
I put ya name on my hollows spit at ya home homie
Hook
I’m bout to set it off like deaf Gebby gebby
Shoot out ya little house on the prarie
Eat out ya raw insides if ya dare me
Open up ya heart like a Christian be aware of me
Fixin' niggas like a hysterectomy, you won’t get respect from me
Right up in ya chest wid these, heat up ya whole set wid these
T-O-E's cause I be offa these O-E's
Handin' out these notes please like food stamps
I’m givin' niggas stomach cramps
You hear me and Yuk and C-O you start to panic
I’m a, manic depressive givin' motherfuckers chest lifts
Chuck niggas we the siccmade nemesis
Better respect this before I
Hit ya to fuck up wid that wet shit and
Dope get ya neck flipped wrecked
To the ninety six you fall
Drippin' blood off my hand G that’s death
Without poverty jam straps in ya rib trust me
Better act right fuck a jack knife that night
Bullets’ll hit ya crib shootin' through cushions in ya livin' room
You won’t be livin' soon, it’s goin' in 'em soon
Do the asshole to ya womb nigga
Ya like that don’t ya?, good, I’m right back dumpin
At that ass and I’m fast to flash
Cut you up like Grandmaster Flash
And I pass the ass, dumpin' lead toes action pad
And I bag the cash, you sit and wait for the Glad bags
And the aftermath, coroners come grab the bags and pack the truck
While I stack the bucks put you in the back of the truck nigga
That’s what’s up nigga
Hook
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Yuk ten projekt nigga, I was forced to hustle
I was forced to tussle drugs slangin ' that born to bubble
Nigga tam i z powrotem do sądu w tarapatach
/ Align = "left" /
Wygrałem Porsche od żonglera.
Kieszeń pełna kamieni jak Barney Rubble przeklęty przez diabła
Birds on the level of a kingpin smirk on the Ramel
I hit the hood inside my Esco-lade, make the ghetto say
Yuk so ghetto wid his ghetto ways
My ghetto pays, three and four bricks an day
Pop Cris and play, the hardest representin ' The Bay
I fuck free puffin ' trees inside me luxury way
Y 'all ain' t tellin 'me shit I' m tryna fuck celebrity chicks
Yo rockin ' a throwback 76, I got grand from 87
Ya bitch nigga always said I ' d be rich
The fans hit dead at The strip
Nadal dostaję żetony.
Dystrybucja deal executive shit
Yuk i Lynch.
Let the veterans spit
Infra red in the clip deaden ya lip
Ya bitch rappers better step shit up
Mów mi Texas Yuk, fuck a van i rock the Lexus truck
Wit the Smoke-a-Lot logo gear
Get ya coastal on a promo
1999: Yuk out of this world jako Hans Solo
Rap-a-Lot mafioso COP birds z Acopolco
Real talk to mock vocals
Jebać gliniarzy i policjantów, headlocks i dusić holds
Znowu mnie wsadzili i pop the four-fours drop them homos
I naucz się, że Glock to nie żart.
I naucz się, że Bloc to nie żart.
Slang rocks and snort Cola, we Cooke kis like gumbo drops
Rąbiemy O-Z na wielkie skały, zapłacimy glinom z Colombo.
Beef with me the funk won ' t stop
Ekspert od broni pozwolił technikowi rozerwać sieć Spit.
To Spitz Network, Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, The Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, The Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, The Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, The Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, The Spitz Network come on
The Spitz Network, The Spitz Network
Homie, ludzka dysza gazu, 24 galony za skorupę.
Potem cię olewam, coś na Tobie śmierdzi.
I ' m sickered than malt liquor wid The gin mix wid a fifth of brandy
I jestem twarda jak Chiński Trygonometria nie rozumiecie mnie
Kiedy ja przejdę do planu C i zmienię bieg jak five point O
Dick click, I ' m let one go, everybody get on the floor
I got that petrol my momma ain 't around and I can' t let go
A ja muszę biec nago w szybkim tyłku i puścić techników.
Bound to give my ' ut two children and hit the nitro
Catch me on A summer night, bleedin ' ya sector
"Eat 'em up like Hannible Lector leave blood on the walls"
Mięso w mych szczękach, ciepło w mych pazurach, krew na ścianach.
Beat up your dog with ease
Teflony i jestem zmęczony byciem nadepniętym
A kiedy z wami skończę, czarnuchy będziecie zmęczeni byciem skradającymi się
"In blue with my nigga, Yukmouth he in all red"
I 'll leave' em all dead call me the hog head spit raw lead
Hak
Widzisz, wyskakuję z czegoś tak starego jak ja
And then I drops off something 'or I pops off something'
While these hot dogs stuntin ' I 'm just playin' my part
Back streets fuck the frontin ' I like to stay in the dark
I pack ciepła, że pęknięcie bubbles więc po prostu niech gry zaczynają
Gimme a corner I got hustle I 'll be ballin' by dark
Więc jebać federalnych i ćpunów, tylko mnie spowalniają.
Bo teraz mam paranoję, gdy się kręcę.
Ale jestem rekinem z wody nazywaj mnie deep sea rider
Hop out the lark wid four five and then I sneak three by ya
Before ya realise you been hit my nigga Lynch beside ya
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Kiedy cię zatkamy, co się stanie, zamarzniesz jak słup.
It ain 't nothin' til ya partner ' s got the greasy nose
"Holdin' his tummy for weeks at a time livin 'like old dudes"
Ya see down in the alley sippin ' on old brew
East levy w alligator and old school
Nike zamknął gliniarzy uciec papier, jakby był mi to winien.
Wy suki dziwki do mnie, wy dajecie mi O ' s
Te ulice są dla mnie zimne, to staje się dla mnie stare
Teraz piję prosto z butelki, tak jak mi ją sprzedano.
Nie wierzę w jutro, dopóki mi tego nie pokażą.
I put ya name on my hollows spit at ya home homie
Hak
I ' m bout to set it off like deaf Gebby gebby
Shoot out ya little house on the prarie
Eat out ya raw insides if ya dare me
Open up ya heart like a Christian be aware of me
Fixin 'niggas like a hysterectomy, you won' t get respect from me
Prosto w klatkę piersiową i rozpalaj cały zestaw.
T-O-E 'S cause I be off a these O-E' S
Rozdawanie tych kartek, proszę, jak bony żywnościowe.
I 'm givin' niggas stomach cramps
Słyszysz mnie, Yuk i C-O zaczynasz panikować
I 'm a, manic depressive givin' motherfuckers chest liftings
Chuck niggas we The siccmade nemesis
Lepiej uszanuj to przed mną.
Hit ya to fuck up wid that wet shit and
Dope get ya neck flipped wrecked
To the 96 you fall
Drippin 'blood off my hand g that' s death
Without poverty jam straps in ya rib trust me
"Better act right fuck a jack knife that night"
Bullets 'll hit ya crib shootin' through cushion in ya livin ' room
You won 't be livin' soon, it 's goin' In ' em soon
Do the asshole to ya womb nigga
Podoba Ci się, co? dobrze, zaraz wracam.
* At that ass and I ' m fast to flash *
Cut you up like Grandmaster Flash
I mijam Tyłek, rzucając ołowiane palce
A ja pakuję kasę, ty siedzisz i czekasz na szczęśliwe torby.
I następstwa, koronerzy przyszli zabrać torby i spakować ciężarówkę.
A ja stawiam Dolce i wsadzam Cię na tył ciężarówki, czarnuchu.
That 's what' s up nigga
Hak