Cappadonna — Street Flavor tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Street Flavor", wykonawca: Cappadonna.
Tekst piosenki
Betcha jump up on my dick now, shit is bonkers…
You fucking idiot
Wicker man, trigger man, post on top of the hill
Get a Gram', flip a grand, try and hop through a mill
If I blew the steele, concealed at the top of my sweats
I pop you for real, aim for the top of your chest
Fuck the respect, power’s all I need today
In that LC Lex so I can speed away, you know?
I don’t think so, I didn’t expect you to
You got powers, plus cops posted next to you
Listen to the cash flow, rap flow like Fidel
Castro, asshole, dude you get in the shell
Oooh, we sippin' the L, cee-lo, blowin' sticky-sticky
Navigator posted, sittin' high on them mickey-mickeys
Watch 'em drop fifty in yo city, from that icky-icky
Calico, strip 'em shells through your whole residential
See only presidents be blowin' spliffy like a rasta wit me
That chopper with me, pop a copper just for actin' iffy
Leave 'em stank and pissy, Cali pearl handle murder murder
Burn by my sermon, I’mma hurt 'em when I turn it on 'em
Steady serving on 'em, swervin' 'on 'em in that fishy-fishy
V12, Lex drop, blow ya top, tippy-tippy
I destroy mics quick, leave parties crippled
Get down on the track, just sweat and ripple
Start commotion when I rap, my steeze’ll get you
Only if you hood for real, my steeze hit you
Butterfly fuck niggas, bees’ll sting you
Niggas that sling dope, I hope the d’s don’t get you
Stay on the low, kid, breeze with the pistol
For all my real niggas get g’s with the pistol
Hold your hood down, nigga, cheese is the issue
Raise your guns up, nigga, squeeze and let loose
Ready quickly niggas know I gets busy
Made 'em lifty-lifty off the ground
When the pound hit, at a miscy muffler’s rap
It ain’t no sound bitch, now remy marty, marty crown
With the light Bacardi, now I wanna fight somebody
Nigga, pass the shotty-shotty, twizzy twelve gauge
Mossberg with the stocks off, shoot ya block off
With the mack when I pop off, fuck the drop off
Take the paper straight to papi papi
I’ve been cookin' cutter that’s pitching on your blocky blocky
Snitches try to stop me, sending word to the copy copy
But I’m never sloppy, so I beat it, nigga watch me, watch me
Like a big screen, fifty inches in the living room
Just consider moves, that I make, type forbidden dude
Niggas tend to do, what they see, like a baby baby
Sonny acting shady with three eighties on they lady lady
Maybe they won’t play from a distance, lizzy long range
This is strong game, like Gotti tephlon frame
You stepped on chains, just respected to the Pocono’s
Cappa smoking bones, of that sticky-icky malibu
Bizzy green as a moon, no, we gon' throw it up
Put it in the air, Don pizzy P, Mo' it up
Yeah, nigga, Street Flavor
4−4-3−3-0−6-9−7-6−2, nigga, we do what we gotta do
Ratchet Rush, nigga Don Don, what’s up
Goon Squad Hooligan…
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Betcha jump up on my dick now, shit is bonkers…
Ty pieprzony idioto.
Wicker man, trigger man, post on top of the hill
Get a Gram', flip a grand, try and hop through a mill
"If I blow the steele, hidden at the top of my sweats"
I pop you for real, aim to the top of your chest
Pieprzyć szacunek, władza to wszystko czego dziś potrzebuję.
W tym LC Lex, żebym mógł przyspieszyć, wiesz?
Nie sądzę.
Masz moce i gliny przy tobie.
Listen to the cash flow, RAP flow like Fidel
Castro, dupek, koleś dostajesz się w skorupie
Oooh, we sippin 'The L, cee-lo, blowin' sticky-sticky
Navigator posted, sittin ' high on them mickey-mickeys
Patrz jak spadają pięćdziesiąt w yo city, od tego obrzydliwego-obrzydliwego
Calico, rozbierz muszelki przez całe mieszkanie.
Zobacz tylko prezydentów dmuchają spliffy jak rasta wit me
Ten helikopter ze mną, zgarnął gliniarza tylko za to, że się wkurzył.
"Leave' em stank and pissy, Cali pearl handle murder murder"
Burn by my sermon, i 'MMA hurt' em when I turn it on ' em
"Steady serving on' em, swervin ' on 'em In that fishy-fishy"
V12, Lex drop, blow ya top, tippy-tippy
Szybko niszczę mikrofony, opuszczam imprezy kalekie.
Get down on the track, just sweat and ripple
"Start commotion when I rap, my steeze 'll get you"
"Only if you hood for real, my steeze hit you"
Butterfly fuck niggas, bees ' ll sting you
Niggas that sling dope, I hope the d 'S don' t get you
Stay on the low, kid, breeze with the pistol
For all my real niggas get g ' S with the pistol
Hold your hood down, nigga, cheese is the issue
/ Align = "left" /
Gotowi szybko niggas know I gets busy
"Made' em lifty-lifty off the ground"
"When the pound hit, at a miscy muffler 's rap"
It ain ' t no sound bitch, now Remy marty, marty crown
With the light Bacardi, now I wanna fight somebody
Nigga, pass the shotty-shotty, twizzy twelve gauge
Mossberg z zapasami, shoot ya block off
/ Align = "left" /
Weź papier prosto do papi papi
I 've been cookin' cutter that ' s pitching on your blocky blocky
Donosiciele próbują mnie powstrzymać, wysyłając wiadomość do kopiarki.
But I ' m never sloppy, so I beat it, nigga watch me, watch me
Jak duży ekran, 50 cali w salonie
Po prostu rozważ ruchy, które wykonuję, Typ zakazany koleś
Niggas tend to do, what they see, like a baby baby
Sonny gra shady z trzema osiemdziesiątkami na nich lady lady
Może nie będą grać z daleka, lizzy long range
To jest mocna gra, jak Gotti tephlon frame
Nadepnąłeś na łańcuchy, szanując Pocono ' s.
Cappa smoking bones, of that sticky-icky malibu
Bizzy green as a moon, no, we gon ' throw it up
Put it in the air, Don pizzy P, Mo ' it up
Yeah, nigga, Street Flavor
4-4-3-3-0-6-9-7-6-2, czarnuchu, robimy co musimy
Ratchet Rush, nigga Don Don, what ' s up
Goon Squad Hooligan…