Capone-N-Noreaga — Drivers Seat tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Drivers Seat", wykonawca: Capone-N-Noreaga.
Tekst piosenki
(Killer B yeah rest in peace I’m sayin son
Ain’t no room in this game for everybody you know?
But uh we gon' do our thing baby we gon' do our thing)
Yo Iman T.H.U.G. something stunnin rappers get done in I migrate Queens Jamaica Brooklyn gets sunning
All feelings though we all grow wit this? buckle?
I recognized life is a deal cards and a shuffle
Everything revolves around me, I couldn’t see that
25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback
Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack
We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old back
And keep this world high, yearly raw supply
These fuckin tracks have a nigga feelin wide inside
Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the rye
It’s on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure
Recognize it’s Iman T.H.U.G. wit Noreaga
Recognize that 2−5 shine’ll last forever
Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers
Butter leathers, check it yo yo yo I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me 2−5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the Yukon driver’s seat
I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Now it’s Nore now in the fuckin driver’s seat
Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick
Iraq embassy need a straitjacket
Yo let’s rachateer this, while most niggas’ll fear this
Turn my shit down everytime they hear it P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of me Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos and tuxedos
While all y’all niggas free-load, reload
Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan
Dusk till dawn Art of War
Still time to score, yo we kid we poly for
Yo Victoria’s Secret bitches that suck dick raw
The freak, Rick James type, I got the long pipe
Kick doors in, snake four-fours in Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin, TV’s inside Suburban
Iraq dishieke, diamond cut pinky
Listen to Trag shit wit Noyd and Chinky
Network like the internet, wit Henny wet
Nine-oh be my set, so whatever be next
Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shit
I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Now it’s Nore now in the fuckin driver’s seat
We overdose this, high class wit one E-Class
Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blue
Said she move from Brooklyn, reside in secion two
Know how we do out here hoe, a two for square
Get high, and disappear play the projects on super-low
Plus she feelin my style, Too Hot like Coolio
Plus her cooty though, bangin just like the studio
>From Iraq to Inglewood, it all good
>From hood to hood, regulate like a thug should
Yo we in too deep, losin sleep and can’t call it The game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil it Even people I was loyal wit, give my life to Be the first who turn around and try to spike
Now they don’t like you, sendin ten dogs to bite you
(Busta Rhymes)
I keep it real wit a nigga (yo yo) keep it real wit me
(We keep it real nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me
(CUT YA HAND OFF! Fuck) 2−5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
(WHAT!) Black juice in the Yukon driver’s seat (WHAT)
(We keeps it real wit niggas who keep it real wit us)
I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me
(Fuck, CUT YA HAND OFF) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me 2−5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!)
Black juice in the Yukon driver’s seat (WHAT!)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
(Killer B yeah rest in peace I ' m saying son
Nie ma w tej grze Miejsca dla wszystkich, których znasz?
Ale zrobimy swoje, kochanie. zrobimy swoje.)
Yo Iman T. H. U. G. something stunnin raperzy get done in i migrate Queens Jamaica Brooklyn gets sunning
/ Align = "left" / buckle?
Uznałem, że życie to układ kart i tasowanie.
Wszystko kręci się wokół mnie.
25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback
Kto by tego potrzebował, sto gramów schowanych w stosie sera
We fo ' black, want more trip, we get that old back
I utrzymać ten świat na wysokim poziomie, roczny surowy zapas
Te pieprzone ślady mają w sobie czarnucha
Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the rye
To twoja wina, jeśli chcesz wziąć pod uwagę ukryty skarb
Iman T. H. U. G. wit Noreaga
/ Align = "left" /
Osadzone w twoim umyśle jak szwy w butter leathers
Butter leathers, check it yo yo Yo I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me I cut the hand off a nigga trying steal from me 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Black juice in the Yukon driver ' s seat
I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me Cut the hand off a chicken trying steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Teraz to Nore na jebanym miejscu kierowcy.
Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick
Ambasada Iraku potrzebuje kaftana bezpieczeństwa
Yo Let 's rachateer this, while most niggas' ll fear this
Ścisz moje gówno za każdym razem, gdy usłyszą to P-H-D mnie, szybko prosto w tył mnie Chwyć mnie, they niggas make loot but only half of me My faculty, blow pool in your Moschinos and smokingos
While all y ' all niggas free-load, reload
/ Align= "left" /
Dusk till dawn Art of War
/ Align = "left" /
Yo Victoria ' s Secret suki co ssać dick surowy
Dziwak, Typ Ricka Jamesa, I got the long pipe
Kick doors in, snake four-fours in Yo escape the NOR-van, swervin, TV ' s inside Suburban
Iraq dishieke, Diamond cut pinky
Listen to Trag shit wit Noyd and Chinky
Sieć jak internet, wit Henny wet
Nine-Oh be my set, so whatever be next
Nashiem, on położył ten beat na jakimś gównie ze wschodniego wybrzeża
I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me Cut the hand off a chicken trying steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
Teraz to Nore na jebanym miejscu kierowcy.
/ Wysoka klasa / / 1 / / wysoka klasa (przystanek kolejowy)
Shorty przebrnęła przez, wymarzona i ubrana na niebiesko
Powiedziała, że przeprowadziła się z Brooklynu i zamieszkała w drugiej dzielnicy.
Wiesz, jak nam tu idzie hoe, dwa za kwadrat
Get high, and disappear play the projects on super-low
Plus ona czuje się w moim stylu, zbyt gorąco jak Coolio
I jeszcze jej cipka, jak w studio.
>From Iraq to Inglewood, it all good
>Od kaptura do kaptura, reguluj jak bandyta powinien
Yo, jesteśmy zbyt głęboko, tracimy sen i nie możemy tego nazwać gra jest wciąż świeża dopóki jake nie spróbuje to zepsuć nawet ludzie byłem lojalny dowcip, oddać moje życie, aby być pierwszym, który odwróci się i spróbuje spike
Teraz cię nie lubią, wysyłają 10 psów, żeby cię ugryźć.
(Busta Rhymes)
I keep it real wit a nigga (yo yo) keep it real wit me
(We keep it real nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga trying steal from me
(ODCIĄĆ CI RĘKĘ! 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
(Co!) Black juice in the Yukon driver ' s seat (WHAT)
(We keeps it real wit niggas who keep it real wit us)
I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me
(Fuck, CUT YA HAND OFF) I cut the hand off a nigga trying steal from me 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!)
Black juice in the Yukon driver ' s seat (WHAT!)