C-Murder — Back Up tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Back Up", wykonawca: C-Murder.
Tekst piosenki
Bob, ya head to this
Bob, yo head to that
Bob, ya head to this
They say I’m crazy but they can’t faze me Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
I’m just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don’t give a fuck boy
Now, back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
I ain’t trippin' naw, nigga never
Any kind of weather, wind or whatever
I’m way too clever, status too lifted
Talented and gifted, we tossed it, I pitch it A hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball
Touch all of y’all, duck off in the fog
Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad
She was a gypsy, mean like fiend, a gangsta, nawha mean?
Underground, tell I’m under the ground, get the mainstream
Pistol packin', totin', smokin' cuttin', throatin', soldier
I told ya, back up Rova, it’s over
They say I’m crazy but they can’t faze me Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
I’m just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don’t give a fuck boy
Watch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie
Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie
Ain’t gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me Come back hard and star in my own movie
If ya think ya know me man, you don’t know me I done seen it all and done it all, ain’t nothin' you can show me I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha’s
Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa’s
B.G. Skeeza’s that count cheese and hold keys
Screamin' C, please let me see ya enemies
I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog
I’m attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y’all
They say I’m crazy but they can’t faze me Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
I’m just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test em' up boy, 'cause I don’t give a fuck boy
Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday
With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy
With a pocket full of stones, I’m in the zone
Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce
Now show ya gold’s boy, mean mug that fool
Now show ya gold’s boy
They say I’m crazy but they can’t faze me Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
I’m just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test em' up boy, 'cause I don’t give a fuck boy
Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Once again, you have been listening to An XL and C-murder collaboration
Ya know, I told him, if he get me the vocals
I could hook him up, ya heard me Holla, holla, holla, holla
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Bob, idź do tego.
Bob, zajmij się tym.
Bob, idź do tego.
They say I 'm crazy but they can' t faze me Them chicks be lovin 'me' cause I be thuggin ' see
I ' m just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test 'em up boy,' cause I don ' t give a fuck boy
Teraz, cofnij się, kurwa, Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up now nigga what
Cofnij się, kurwa, Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
I ain' t trippin ' naw, nigga never
Jakąkolwiek pogodę, wiatr czy cokolwiek.
Jestem zbyt bystry, status zbyt podniosły.
Talented and gifted, we throwed it, i pitch it a hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball
Touch all of y ' all, duck off in the fog
Sippin', a lil ' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad
Była Cyganką, wredna jak diablica, gangsta, wredna nawha?
Underground, tell I ' m under the ground, get the mainstream
Pistol packin', totin', smokin 'cuttin', throatin', soldier
Mówiłem ci, cofnij się, Rova, to koniec.
They say I 'm crazy but they can' t faze me Them chicks be lovin 'me' cause I be thuggin ' see
I ' m just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test 'em up boy,' cause I don ' t give a fuck boy
# Patrz flippa, Flippa, # # traktuj ich jak sobowtóra #
"Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie"
Ain 't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me Come back hard and star in my own movie
If Ya think ya know me man, you don 't know me I done seen it all and done it all, ain 't nothin' you can show me I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha ' s
Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa ' s
B. G. Skeeza ' s that count cheese and hold keys
Screamin ' C, please let me see ya enemies
I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog
I 'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y ' all
They say I 'm crazy but they can' t faze me Them chicks be lovin 'me' cause I be thuggin ' see
I ' m just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test em 'up boy,' cause I don ' t give a fuck boy
Cofnij się, kurwa, Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Cofnij się, kurwa, Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Ridin ' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday
/ Align = "left" /
Z kieszenią pełną kamieni, jestem w strefie
"Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce"
Now show ya gold ' s boy, mean mug that fool
Now show ya gold ' s boy
They say I 'm crazy but they can' t faze me Them chicks be lovin 'me' cause I be thuggin ' see
I ' m just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test em 'up boy,' cause I don ' t give a fuck boy
Cofnij się, kurwa, Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Cofnij się, kurwa, Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what
Po raz kolejny słuchaliście współpracy XL i C-murder.
Powiedziałem mu, że jeśli załatwi mi wokal
Mógłbym go spiknąć, słyszałeś mnie Holla, holla, holla, holla