Digable Planets — Nickel Bags tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
The Honeybugs dug and licked the honey dew
The sun, the kiss, the funk for a bliss
The lips with the soul and some jazz for ya hips
The puff, the buzz, the lids be heavy slick
The Mecca get a rush when the beats be very thick
The hands, the feet, the brown baby treat
The femmes fumble loose and drink the doodlejuice
The steps, the flams, the Planets goddamn
The peoples get a grip with a tape from a jam
A nickel bag of funk
The big, the fat, the cool cool cats
The psychedelic soul puts the Planets on the map
The chic, the love, the far out name
The lack of the funk’s the main why we came
The boogie gets done, the colors won’t run
The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come
The pizza with the pop, the west 4th stop
The crew after crew that do the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
The wide, the hip, dig it it’s the trip
The loops, the scene and the funkifying it The sounds, the pounds, the stacks, the flair
The baggy baggy jeans, the knotty knotty hair
The twinkle in the eye, the kids that livin' fly
The crew from the sky, the stuff that gets you high
The action, the work from the rhyme
We goes the whole nine
The papers won’t rot, the vapors get got
The streets give the buzz the funk up your block
The opium groove, the smacked out soul
The kickin' it live the fat gotta roll
A nickel bag, a nickel bag Ladybug’ll hit ya with a nickel bag
A nickel bag, a nickel bag Butterfly’ll hit ya with a nickel bag
A nickel bag, a nickel bag Doodlebug’ll hit ya with his nickel bag
A nickel bag, a nickel bag DPs always hit you with they nickel bag
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
The Bloom, The Swoon, the sugar on your block
Planety lądują w ciele w zakątkach Nowego Jorku
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butterfly
Pszczoły kopały i lizały miodową rosę.
The sun, The kiss, The funk for a bliss
The lips with the soul and some jazz for ya hips
The puff, the buzz, the lyds be heavy slick
Mekka się śpieszy, gdy rytm jest bardzo gęsty.
The hands, the feet, the brown baby treat
"Femmes fumble loose and drink the doodlejuice"
The steps, the flams, the Planets goddamn
The peoples get a grip with a tape from a jam
A nickel bag of funk
The big, the fat, the cool cool cats
Psychodeliczna dusza stawia planety na mapie
The chic, the love, the far out name
Brak funk ' s the main why we came
The boogie gets done, the colors won ' t run
The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come
The pizza with the pop, the west 4th stop
The crew after crew that do the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the Unce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
The wide, the hip, dig it it ' s the trip
The loops, the scene and the funkifying it the sounds, the pounds, the stacks, the flair
Worgy baggy jeans, the knotty knotty hair
The twinkle in the eye, the kids that livin ' fly
The crew from the sky, the stuff that gets you high
The action, the work from the rhyme
We goes the whole nine
Gazety nie zgniją, opary dostają się
Ulice dają buzz the funk up your block
The opium groove, the smaked out soul
The kickin ' It live The fat gotta roll
A nickel bag, a nickel bag Ladybug ' ll hit ya with a nickel bag
A nickel bag, a nickel bag Butterfly ' ll hit ya with a nickel bag
A nickel bag, a nickel bag Doodlebug ' ll hit ya with his nickel bag
A nickel bag, a nickel bag DPs always hit you with they nickel bag