Foxy Brown — 4-5-6 tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Ughh, ughh, yeah
This is Beanie Seigel
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Y’all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a position with rock
Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch
While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops
I’m in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch
Wore steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
That’s an evil metal when the dog pedals to the floor
I’m routin' down South, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can’t find us We bubble down ATL and hit the 'Linas
Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 south stuck, stay on route thugs
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a cue if you buy a pound
If you didn’t try it then, why would you try it now?
Then cuz Mac rat wouldn’t fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and retire you clown
And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it’ll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
Hey you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fear
I know y’all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, never bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is back
Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
Switch the Double R, the Double R’s are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop Cris' on the E-Way
Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk with glee
Or the sharp bar, grill Simon, poppin' Dom P Why you chicken when you chasin' your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money like it’s they money
Slap 500 on back of a three-twenty
I’m bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs
Check it out, yo, yo Well, I’m a lil' nigga don’t speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drewl out like a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib
Hundred crack viles, playin' the Benj'
Nickel nine gleam, like this Armoral-ed up My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean’s trumped up Witcha town under seige, Dillinger in the sleave
If my gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me You niggas them cats got the code-d's on me
I’m on to my off game, leave the stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the slums knows eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die clean
For you actin' tought cats, but in your heart you scream
I read your body languo
You want violence and don’t wanna mingle
You want a challange get it brought to for every angle
This shit’ll slow 'em down, I bet that
Ya up front dough and your six backed out, motherfucker
Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
You talk slick but suck dick for money in y’all hand
I’m like 'Bitch, I got more money than your man'
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I’m in the V Twinz ballin' them tramps
Y’all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock' books?
You know Na Na rock that shit, Parada that shit
And Scotch that shit, Dolce Gabba that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit
Channel crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin' they cash
And I’ll show their little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So that’s what it is, that’s why them hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass
Goddess MC, y’all bitches is littles Foxes
See my girls' friends, tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear y’all out then air y’all out
Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
And I know Jigga see me here to lay down shit
I will spray y’all niggas, waste y’all niggas
Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y’all niggas
Shit, what the fuck
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Ughh, ughh, yeah
To jest Beanie Seigel.
Ten Philly cat bawiący się głupim rapem
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Y 'all know how I play quiet towns and tie' em down
Haters wondering how I got a position with rock
Bo słuchałem łososia i słuchałem, a potem oglądałem
While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin ' the cops
Jestem w pudełku Porsche z lisem, błyszczący zegarek
Nosił stalowy szary, Lexus, GS-4
To zły metal, gdy pies pedałuje na podłogę.
I 'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score
Ośmiocylindrowy, wrzeszczący " pieprzyć prawo!'
Mam bak pełen benzyny, bagażnik pełen gotówki.
Młoty w schowku, Skanery w desce rozdzielczej
Czujki radarowe, żołnierze nas nie znajdą.
A potem spiknij się z bandytami z południa.
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Gadaj głupoty, włóż krew do ust, bandyci.
36 south stuck, stay on route thugs
Wiesz jak Mac gra, ciche miasto, tie it down
Dostarczam go teraz, za funta.
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Jeśli nie próbowałeś wtedy, dlaczego próbowałeś teraz?
Wtedy Mac rat nie strzeliłby w twoją koronę.
I lay you down and return you clown
I klaszczę czarnuchom, czarnuchom kid a dirt
Pat-pat z deuce deuce, to zadziała.
Suka dupa czarnuchy wearin ' stringi i spódnice
Złap ich wcześnie rano, gdy idą do pracy.
Hej, Śliczne skurwysyny, zostańcie w lustrze.
A Wy, słabe czarnuchy, tylko wykorzeniacie strach.
I know y ' all softer than they feather that they stuf in the dear
I pack two barettas, never bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is back
Spakuj cztery kawałki jak Kit Kat. Rozumiesz?
Cris Cris przy sześciopaku, Range Rov?"Dot six that
Benz Coupe, 6.
Buggy eye 7 wyszedł? Cholera, wziąłem szóstkę z powrotem.
Switch the Double R, The Double R ' S are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop Cris ' on the E-Way
Soakin 'the seat, gettin' drunk with glee
Albo ostry bar, Grill Simon, poppin' Dom P Why you chicken when you chasin ' your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin 'back money like it' s they money
Slap 500 na plecach Trzy-dwadzieścia
I 'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin ' to shoot games (yeah)
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Check it out, yo, yo Well, I' m a lil 'nigga don' t speak, i tote heat
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Bleek, wiesz, że czarnuchy musiały to zwerbować.
My flow drawl out like a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritilin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib
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Nickel nine gloam, like this Armoral-ed up My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas ' arms up Who the fuck want what? Ja i Bean ' s sfrustrowani Witcha town pod seige, Dillinger in the slave
"If my gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me you niggas them cats got the code-d 's on me"
Jestem na moim off game, zostaw Stadion dla w sklepach
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Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die clean
# For you actin ' tought cats, but in your heart you scream #
I read your body languo
You want violence and don ' t wanna mingle
Chcesz wyzwania?
Założę się, że to ich spowolni.
Ya up front dough and your six backed out, motherfucker
Sassy Fox trochę forsy z cegieł, załatw mi kropelkę.
"You know how I run it, 600, glassy top"
* Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks*
Czerwony, żółty, zielony, powodujący ruch zatrzymuje się
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Potem pokazuję trochę cleave ' i breeze obok glin
You talk slick but suck dick for money in y ' all hand
A ja na to: "Suko, mam więcej kasy niż twój facet".
Podczas gdy twoje kolana podrapane w górę, cum wszystkie na gruczoły
Cholera, jestem w V Twinz ballin ' them tramps
Y ' all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Żółtodziobie, kurwa, wiesz o książkach glocksa i Pocka?
You know Na na rock that shit, Parada that shit
I szkocką to gówno, Dolce Gabba to gówno
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin ' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shit
Widzisz to gówno z lodowym nadgarstkiem?
Krokodyl kanałowy i strusie gówno, whoa
You know my style, I be spendin ' them cash
A ja pokażę ich kutasowi jakąś sławną dupę.
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas shit real
Kurwa, pozwoliłem im żyć i liżę czubek mojego gówna.
Żeby przypomnieć im o płatkach róż, świecach i innych rzeczach.
Albo jakiś hydro jak Czarnuch wyhodował roślinę w moim gównie
Więc to jest to, dlatego te dziwki są wściekłe na moje gówno.
See me wildin 'in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass
Goddess MC, y ' all bitches is littles Foxes
# Patrz przyjaciele moich dziewczyn, # # rzucający małymi zegarkami #
Cris? I pops it. Fuckin ' nigga topless
Koty? Fauluję. Dziwki? I styles on, nigga
Wear y 'all out then air y' All out
Tutaj? Hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
I Wiem, że Jigga widział mnie tu, żeby położyć gówno.
I will spray y 'all niggas, waste y' all niggas
Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y ' all niggas
Cholera, co jest, kurwa?