Fes Taylor — I Told Ya tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
You know what this is, this that Mighty Healthy
That Two 4 War Entertainment shit
I told them niggas, man, I told them not to mess with them niggas, man
Everybody, hands to the sky, stick 'em up Everybody, hands to the sky, stick 'em up Everybody, hands to the sky, stick 'em up Everybody, stick 'em up Aiyo, Taylor on the street, bully in the block
I heard you holding heat, give it to me hot
Non-stop, yo, we never friendly with cops
Hit off rooftops, where ya hoe got her virginity popped
Aiyo, you cross L.G., now you gotta die
It’s W.P., laying in the grey sky
With Soul Train broads, plates of jiggawoo pie
Or we aim at the law, keep the pistol by your side
You lied to the world, told 'em you was a thug
We stepping on your Lugz, when we up in the club
Dirty dubs, thirty-thirty slugs and mugs
Put your face in the mud, your people holding a grudge
If ya’ll want it to? No fucking problem
Hop out on your crew, yeah, nigga, I popped 'em
And what, all of your men’s is butt
Pack it in, pack it up, then we clapping it up And now Profes, ain’t to be fucked with
Take off the Roley with the diamond clusters
Let me get that, had a chit-chat, with your kit kat
Rugged all night, she told me where you live at Twenty four hours later, pillaging your crib
Got your wife tied up, stick her with pins in front of the kids
Pop your lid, extort the whole block and slid
Kid, see me holding shots to your lids
Copped the Benz, then ya’ll really going hate
Don’t call me by my name, just consider me the great
I told them, I told 'em not to do it, man, yo, yeah…
Everybody, hands to the sky, stick 'em up Everybody, hands to the sky, stick 'em up Everybody, hands to the sky, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Aiyo, Warriorz for life, son keep it Milly
Killah Hillbillies, ice you like Chilly Willy
Get it started, get retarted, wish you had a chance
To say bye, like ships departed, we double park it Heads is off, blasting you poors, last longer than
Batteries, attached to your horn with mad swords
Yo, we run the block, who wanna take it Talking to the cops, you could fry with the bacon
Life is what you make it, learned it long ago
Get on anybody’s song, for dough, we make it blow
Shaolin, New York, that’s what I’m repping
You better not come to my hood, without a weapon
Two 4 War, see me standing in the front
Pulled up at the club, in a slamming Benz truck
Music pump when we hop out, my playas got to glow
Bitch slap Officer Brown in the 1−2-0
Aiyo, we don’t really care, so why ya’ll asking?
Phony MC’s, I hate ya’ll with a passion
Profes, niggas know me, way back
Clapped at your homey, left his eightball holy
It’s Pretty Toney, good looking out, the only MC
To care if he talking out, so what you staring at?
Never seen a real rapper, battle me is like
Death, the way you feel after, now you really want
Drama, I can bring it to you, it’s so hard to say goodbye
Make 'em sing it to you, sing it to you
Sing it you, sing it to you, nigga
I told 'em, man, I told ya’ll niggas, man
I told ya’ll niggas, man, I told ya’ll we wasn’t playing man
Ya’ll acting like these pistols don’t go off
Like we ain’t gangsta… ya’ll know what this is This that official hip hop, that stick ya hands up, pop shit
Feel me, yo, what up, Shaolin, Gatling Island, Cyanide, yeah
Yo… my Jungle Nilz niggas, my Killah Hill nigga, what up?
This is a stick-up…
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Wiesz, co to jest, to, że potężny zdrowy
That Two 4 War Entertainment shit
I told them niggas, man, I told them not to mess with them niggas, man
Everybody, hands to the sky, stick 'em up Everybody, hands to the sky, hands to the sky, stick 'em up Everybody, stick 'em up everybody, Stick 'em up Aiyo, Taylor on the street, bully in the block
Słyszałem, że trzymasz ciepło, daj mi ciepło.
Non-stop, yo, nigdy nie przyjaźnimy się z glinami
Hit off rooftops, where ya hoe got her virgin popped
Aiyo, jeśli przekroczysz L. G., teraz musisz umrzeć.
To W. P., leżący na szarym niebie.
Z laskami Soul Train, talerzami jiggawoo pie
Albo celujemy w prawo, trzymaj pistolet przy sobie.
Okłamałeś świat, powiedziałeś, że jesteś zbirem.
We stepping on your Lugz, when we up in the club
Dirty dubs, 30-30 slugs and mugs
Wsadź twarz w błoto, a twoi ludzie chowają urazę.
Jeśli chcesz? Nie ma, kurwa, problemu.
Hop out on your crew, yeah, nigga, I popped ' em
I co, wszystkie twoje męskie to Tyłek
Pakuj się, pakuj, potem klaszczemy, a teraz Profes, ain ' t to be fucked with
Zdejmij Roley z diamentowymi klastrami
Pozwól, że ja to wezmę, miałem pogawędkę, z Twoim kit kat
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Związałeś żonę, wsadziłeś jej szpilki na oczach dzieci.
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Kid, see me holding shots to your lyds
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Nie mów do mnie po imieniu, po prostu Uznaj mnie za wspaniałego.
I told them, I told 'em not To do it, man, yo, yeah…
Everybody, hands to the sky, stick 'em up Everybody, hands to the sky, hands to the sky, stick 'em up, stick 'em up Aiyo, Warrior for life, son keep it Milly
Killah Hillbillies, ice you like Chilly Willy
Get it started, get retarted, wish you had a chance
By się pożegnać, jak statki odleciały, dwa razy parkowaliśmy to Heads is off, wysadzając was poors, trwać dłużej niż
Baterie, przypięte do rogu szalonymi mieczami
Yo, we run the block, who wanna take it Talking to the glin, you could smoke with the bacon
Życie jest tym, co tworzysz, nauczyłeś się tego dawno temu.
Get on anybody ' s song, for dough, we make it blow
Shaolin, New York, that 's what I' m repping
Lepiej nie przychodź do mojej dzielnicy, bez broni.
Two 4 War, see me standing in the front
Zatrzymaliśmy się w klubie, w trzaskającej ciężarówce Benza.
Music pump when we hop out, my playas got to glow
Suka slap oficer Brown w 1-2-0
Aiyo, nie obchodzi nas to, więc po co pytasz?
Phony MC 'S, I hate ya' ll with a passion
Professor, niggas know me, way back
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To całkiem Toney, dobry wygląd, jedyny MC
Żeby dbać o to, czy będzie gadał, więc na co się gapisz?
Nigdy nie widziałem prawdziwego rapera.
Śmierć, sposób, w jaki się czujesz, teraz naprawdę chcesz
Drama, mogę ci to przynieść, tak trudno jest się pożegnać
Niech śpiewają Ci, śpiewają Ci
Sing it you, sing it to you, nigga
I told 'em, man, I told ya' ll niggas, man
I told ya 'll niggas, man, I told ya' ll we wasn ' t playing man
Zachowujesz się, jakby te pistolety nie wybuchały.
"Like we ain' t gangsta ... ya 'll know what this is This that official hip hop, that stick ya hands up, pop shit"
Feel me, yo, what up, Shaolin, Gatling Island, Cyanide, yeah
Yo ... my Jungle Nilz niggas, my Killah Hill nigga, what up?
To napad.…