Das EFX — East Coast tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "East Coast", wykonawca: Das EFX.
Tekst piosenki
Intro/Chorus:
«Now I’m gonna show you how the East Coast rocks» > KRS One
«Baby baby baby baby clap to this»
«It's like that y’all you don’t stop»
«Now I’m gonna show you how the East Coast rocks»
«??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks»
Verse One: Dray Books
Higgity hey hun check out the way I friggity freak the track umm
I diggity do ray me fah so nigga me go like that umm
wit the Books, iggity-oops, I get more poopcrocks for jingle
I giggity-gots the rhymes like ??? ??? got the wrinkle
Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like Bundy
I piggity-pack the skits, so save the shit, I’ll take you *?mundy?*
Yes it’s I, the yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-hump and rump cos I’m rough like sandpaper
So pucker up and whistle, I blast just like a pistol
and sharp like a thumbtack and kick like ninjitsu
I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I’m bound, silly creep
I leave a rapper with a single bound
Yes I rips up the West, I’m the best, I’m no jokin
I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke
So Books freak it, provide the funk alligator
Yo I’m out but «I'LL BE BACK» like Schwarzenegger
Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it’s, umm, me The bumble B boogity woogity book the loopy
double O-K-iggity S, I’m slick
I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than Moby got Dick
Aw shit, I’m swingin it from the East Coast, sure
I don’t surf, but got more props than Pop Smurf
Who? Me, yep, look at the way I’m slingin it to ya poppy
I riggity rock the crowd at the Grand Ole Opi
But when speakin upon myself, I stays private like Benjamin
Honey, I’ll knock the boots and if you’re tough I’ll knock the
Timberland’s
Ooooooh, miggity-major Rolex and tick tock
I’m runnin my tongue with the quickness now I’m back like Alfred
Hitchcock
I’m shod-dy, I’m swingin it like a San Diego Padre
Brooklyn’s in the house so motherfuck *?we go swavy?*
I don’t need to diss ya but excuse me Mister
I’m sinkin ya battleships just ask Professor or the Skipper
and downnnnnnnn
Interlude: (*Das EFX giving shoutouts to other East Coast rappers*)
Verse Two: Dray, Books
Yo I’m back, black, heavens-to-Betsy, time to get deuce
I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice
I’m not the new kids, but I’m knockin blocks off, sonny
Yep I rock like the Stones cos I’m rollin in the money
So diggity-ask about, I know you digs me like a shovel
I kick straps for sport cos I’m short like Barney Rubble
Check the slang, boogity-bang, umm, I goes berserk
when I flex like Popeye, I fight like Cap' Kirk
So bozo, I’m knockin em out the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, I’m dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper
The slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar
I’m comin like the Red Coats to toast an MC Hammer
So jumpin jahosa, that’s yesiree
The Books-in-reverse kicks a verse…
…like, aah, BBD
I whips it, I smacks it, I flips it with slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, I slaps lips
like lipstick, I’m harder than a hard-on, never tend up like fiddles
I bust foots for kicks, eat up Trix and some Skittles
then I’ll giggle, hee-hee-ha
Higgity-Hallelujah to-to-dabber-day I’ll do ya
I’m the baddest, got more fans than Red Jarvis makes a cowboy
I skip, flip back to Dallas
He’s the Don, have you seen my grey poupon?
Bust this, we roll more spliffs than Cheech and Chong
We can do this, I kiggity-can't lose like Martha Lewis
Get the picture? I rock upon misfa if I was you-is
Goddamn, I’m sittin on the bay by the dock
Smokin, strokin on my big fat cock
Cos spare you, breaker 1−9, what’s ya handle?
Cos now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbell’s
and downnnnnnnnnnnn
«Now I’m gonna show you how the East Coast rocks» --→ KRS-One
«Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this»
«It's like that y’all, you don’t stop»
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Intro / Chorus:
"Now I' m gonna show you how the East Coast rocks " > KRS One
"Baby baby baby clap to this»
"It' s like that Y 'all you don' t stop»
"Teraz pokażę Ci jak Wschodnie Wybrzeże rządzi»
«??? wyskakują z butów i Skarpetek»
Werset Pierwszy: Dray Books
Higgity hey hun check out the way I friggity freak the track umm
I diggity do ray me fah so nigga me go like that umm
wit the Books, iggity-oops, I get more poopcrocks for jingle
I giggity-got the rhymes like ??? ??? "got the wrinkle"
"Check the real wild, my ill style gets worked out like Bundy"
Pakuję skecze, więc daruj sobie, zabiorę cię.mundy?*
Yes it ' s I, The yippity zippity bad boy with papers
I higgity-hump and rump cos I ' m rough like sandpaper
So pucker up and whistle, i blast just like a pistol
i ostry jak Pinezka i kopniak jak ninjitsu
I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I ' m bound, silly creep
I leave a raper with a single bound
Tak, rozpruwam Zachód, jestem najlepszy, nie jestem żartownisiem
I run up shit creek and freak the backstroke
Books freak it, provide the funk alligator
"I' m out but "" I 'll BE BACK" jak Schwarzenegger
Wiggity - czekaj chwilę, giggity-zgadnij kto, cóż to, Umm, ja bumble B boogity woogity book the loopy
double O-K-iggity S, I ' m slick
I giggity-got more stiggity-styles than Moby got Dick
Cholera, swingin it from the East Coast, sure
Nie surfuję, ale mam więcej rekwizytów niż Pop Smurf
Kto? Me, yep, look at the way I ' m slingin it To ya poppy
I riggity rock the crowd at the Grand Ole Opi
Ale kiedy mówię do siebie, pozostaję skryty jak Benjamin
Kochanie, zapukam w buty, a jeśli jesteś twardy, zapukam w buty.
Timberland
Ooooooh, miggity-major Rolex i tick tock
I 'm runnin my language with the quick now I' m back like Alfred
Hitchcock
I 'm shod-dy, I' m swingin it like A San Diego Padre
Brooklyn jest w domu więc kurwa *?idziemy swavy?*
I don ' t need to diss ya but excuse me Mister
Jestem sinkin ya battleships just ask Professor or the Skipper
and downnnnnnnnn
Interlude: (*Das EFX dając okrzyki innym raperom z Wschodniego Wybrzeża*)
Zwrotka Druga: Dray, Książki
Yo I ' m back, black, heavens-to-Betsy, time to get deuce
Biorę kęsa z przestępstwa, myję go sokiem.
Nie jestem nowym dzieciakiem, ale odwalam kawał dobrej roboty, sonny.
Tak i rock like the Stones cos I ' m rollin in the money
Więc diggity-zapytaj o, Wiem, że kopiesz mnie jak łopatę
I kick straps for sport cos I ' m short like Barney Rubble
Sprawdź slang, boogity-bang, Umm, i goes berserk
kiedy napinam się jak Popeye, walczę jak Cap ' Kirk
Więc bozo, ogłuszam ich z pudełka przez para-em
"High Struggle, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire"
Tally racker, I ' m dapper, the rootin tootin raper
I diggity-drops the funk so you can call me yippity-yapper
The slippery slick sister, stiggity-start the grammar
I ' m coming like The Red Coats Toast an MC Hammer
So jumpin jahosa, that ' s yesiree
The Books-in-reverse kicks a verse…
... like, aah, BBD
I whips it, i smack it, I flips it with slick shit, when shit hits the fan, man, i slaps lips
jak szminka, jestem twardszy niż stwardniały, nigdy nie dbam o to jak skrzypce.
I bust foots for kicks, eat up Trix and some Skittles
wtedy będę chichotał, hee-hee-ha
Higgity-Hallelujah to-to-dabber-day I ' ll do ya
I ' m the baddest, got more fan than Red Jarvis makes a cowboy
I skip, flip back to Dallas
To Don, widziałeś moją szarą poupon?
Rozwalimy to, zrobimy więcej spliffów niż Cheech i Chong.
We can do this, I kiggity-can ' t lose like Martha Lewis
Rozumiesz? I rock upon misfa if I was you-is
Cholera, siedzę na zatoce przy doku.
Smokin, strokin na mój duży tłuszcz kogut
Bo oszczędź sobie, łamaczu 1-9, czym się zajmujesz?
Cos now I got the siggity-sock soup like Campbell ' s
i inni
"Now I' m gonna show you how the East Coast rocks " -- → KRS-One
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this»
"It' s like that Y 'all, you don' t stop»