DJ Clue — Come On tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Aiyyo Rock Rock Rock
Everybody say Rock not Lou from suburbs to PJ’s
So watch ya hootchie groupies get dudes beat up Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck
See me on the streets 'bra I’ll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper
Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
Then see ya, catch me in a club on a wall
Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls
Surrounded my thugs, maybe two or two times ten
Plus the other nine cats, my Rapper Card got in (Your Rapper Card?)
Yeah my Rapper Card, it works in live sessions
Plus barbecues, hoes, clubs, weed spots ecetera
Buckshot rock knots wit fists
Niggas stay high while I rock wit this
Mobb on y’all niggas like The Infamous
Too close wit the dillinger, two shots I don’t miss
I’m wiggin out while I’m diggin out backs
Run from the gun claps, run three laps
Perhaps, them niggas you sent to carjack
Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Now this is what I act like when I smoke on black
Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts
>From the, street Bible or the street Quran
Fake thugs ride the dick when my shit comes on
I’m a nappy little nigga, still goin strong
You can eat a dick while I eat a thong (CLUE!)
But still the bomb
It’s the wave-king, rock the two tone Wallees strip-ons
Don’t wanna end up miss-on, then play your positi-on
My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick
While my crew from New Jerus stay vickin ya whips
Tek is the shit, ain’t nobody spittin like this
Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, Ericsson wit the chip
Y’all stockin-cap copy-cats, get off the dick
I keep the livin quarter held down wit two nines
One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times
So while I’m takin a shit, I’m at route and plan a hit
The amount we flip depends on what we get
It’s like a Wall Street trick, dirty money move quick
My mans wear stones you can tip the scales wit
On they ears and wrists alone for every deaf one’s bone
Look, ain’t no tellin how many gats I’ve thrown
(Steele)
Come on (yo for all my dogs gettin wild)
Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)
Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)
Come on (yo yo it’s yo' time to eat)
Yo the set I claim is the set that bang
To the muthafuckin end, I be doin my thing (YEAH!)
Lidu Rock, know the name in New York we G stackin
First the Bloods and the Crips, now bitches is carjackin
Like my nigga Craig and em say, «Fuck that shit!»
Rockin shines in the 'Ville, you better tuck that shit
Or watch yo' step baby, watch where you walk
I put a slug up in yo' mouth so that ass won’t talk
For real son, now we got mad cops on the block
Cuz we hold it down for Doc and I keep my heat cocked
Lidu Rock, what the fuck I know y’all niggas mad at me So if you rep for yours go 'head take a stab at me, muthafucker
You a many style copy-cat, ?bendy mile? stockin cap
Fake nigga from the projects who ain’t got a gat
Ruck reign supreme, aim the steam
When the gun click, your ass shit navy beans
Maybe these, niggas ain’t ready for the Magnum
Force, the Holocaust, balls I just dragged them
Off lost in the sauce and of course I’m glad them
Monkey niggas don’t fuck wit the Ruck cuz they fags, son
The last one, to step to Sean P caught a bad one
Quincy toes tagged em after somebody stabbed em Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great
Still bummin money for stoges and a Drakes cake
Get it straight, y’all niggas fuckin wit some heavyweights
Boot Camp-ion champions on point like paper mates
Demonstrate, spectacular venacular
Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula
Snatchin ya, off the street like police
Next week, they find your body washin up on the beach
Don’t speak if you ain’t at norm (ain't got nuttin to say fool)
Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong
See me in Brook-lyn where crooks be armed
Terrorial disputes leave you in memorial suites
Callin your troops, I shoot straight stay in ya place
We the type you love to hate cuz we stay in your face
Sayin our grace before we put our hands in our plates
Carnivorous lyricist, niggas fish like fillet
My mind spray like a murderer’s nine spray
The crime way, get mine three-hundred sixty-five day
DJ Clue, The Professional
Part One, you know how we do it
Word up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco
My nigga B.I.G. word up And we out, till next time
For all parties Big Skane 800−570−3657
Aight then
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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Everybody say Rock not Lou from suburbs to PJ ' s
So watch ya hootchie groupies get dudes beat up Or heat is leave the scene and BLAZE to get ya fleece stuck
"See me on the streets' bra I 'll break yo' teeth up and take yo' beeper"
Two piece your man and let Big Noc put him in a sleeper
Więc do zobaczenia, Złap mnie w klubie na ścianie
Spliff in my hand, big-booty broad winin on my balls
Otoczył moich zbirów, może dwa lub dwa razy dziesięć.
Plus pozostałe dziewięć kotów, moja karta rapera dostała się (Twoja karta rapera?)
Tak moja karta rapera, to działa na żywo sesje
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Buckshot rock knots wit fists
Niggas stay high while I rock wit this
Mobb on y ' all niggas like the Infamous
Za blisko Dillingera, dwa strzały, których nie przegapię.
I 'm wiggin out while I' m diggin out backs
Bieg na 3000 metrów
Może czarnuchy, których wysłałeś do carjack.
Buckshot got stopped in they tracks wit macs
Tak się zachowuję, gdy Palę na czarno.
Stay high wit the lazy-eye, bomb wit facts
>Z Biblii ulicznej lub Koranu Ulicznego
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I ' m a nappy little nigga, still going strong
Ty możesz zjeść kutasa, a ja stringi.)
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To król fali, rock The two tone Wallees strip-ons
Don ' t wanna end up miss - on, then play your positi-on
My grimy Brooklyn niggas stay flippin ya chick
Podczas gdy moja ekipa z New Jerus zostaje vickin ya whips
Tek to gówno, ain ' t nobody spittin like this
Deep impact steez been like a chromed out six
Wit the AMG kit, Ericsson wit the chip
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I keep the livin quarter held down WIT two nines
Jeden w łóżku, drugi w łazience przez cały czas.
Więc kiedy SRAM, jestem na trasie i planuję zamach.
Kwota, którą przerzucamy zależy od tego, co otrzymujemy
To jak sztuczka z Wall Street, brudne pieniądze szybko się ruszają.
Moi ludzie noszą kamienie możesz przechylić szalę wit
Na uszach i nadgarstkach same na kości każdego głuchego
# Patrz
(Steele)
Come on (yo for all my dogs getting wild)
Come on (yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl)
Come on (yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets)
Come on (yo yo it' s yo ' time to eat)
Yo the set I claim is the set that bang
Do samego końca, będę robił swoje (tak!)
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Najpierw Bloods i Crips, teraz suki są złodziejami samochodów.
Jak mój Czarnuch Craig i em mówią, " pieprzyć to gówno!»
Rockin shines in the ' Ville, you better tuck that shit
Or watch yo ' step baby, watch where you walk
Wsadziłem Ci kulę w usta, żeby ten Tyłek nie gadał.
Naprawdę synu, teraz mamy wściekłych gliniarzy na bloku.
Bo trzymamy to dla Doca, a ja trzymam ciepło w ryzach.
Lidu Rock, what the fuck I know y 'all niggas mad at me So if you rep for yours go' head take a stab at me, muthafucker
Jesteś typem kopiującego kota, ?giętka Mila? stockin cap
Fake nigga from the projects who ain ' t got a gat
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Kiedy Pistolet kliknie, twój tyłek Sra fasolki marynarki
Może te czarnuchy nie są gotowe na Magnum
Siła, Holokaust, jaja.
Zgubiłem się w sosie i oczywiście cieszę się z nich.
Monkey niggas don ' t fuck wit the Ruck Boz they fags, son
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Quincy toes tagged em after somebody Knot em Cornball niggas wit drugs thinkin they weight great
Still bummin money for stoges and a Drakes tort
Get it straight, y ' all niggas Fucking wit some Heavyweight
Boot Camp-Ion champions on point like paper mates
Zademonstrować, spektakularne wenakularne
Smackin ya upside the back of ya head wit a spatula
Snatchin ya, off the street like police
W przyszłym tygodniu znajdą twoje ciało na plaży.
Don 't speak if you ain' t at norm (ain ' t got nuttin to say fool)
Tally on, be gone, as we rally strong
"See me in Brook-lyn where crooks be armed"
Spory terrarialne pozostawiają cię w apartamentach memorial suites
Wezwij swoich żołnierzy, strzelę prosto. zostań na miejscu.
We the type you love to hate Boz we stay in your face
Odmawiamy modlitwę, zanim włożymy ręce do talerzy.
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My mind spray like a murderer ' s nine spray
"The crime way, get mine" - 3: 65
DJ Clue, the Professional
Część pierwsza, wiesz jak to robimy
Word up, rest in peace my nigga Donnie Brasco
My nigga B. I. G. word up And we out, till next time
Dla wszystkich stron Big Skane 800-570-3657
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