Fu-Schnickens — Sneaking Up On Ya tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Check the shit that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin
It’s groovy; slammin like my man Scottie Pippen
Sly like a fox, I kick the shit that rocks
I’m +Golden+ with the +Gloves+, but nice with the shots
Don’t try to put me down, I don’t feel pain and sorrow
(The sun will come out!) Yeah tomorrow, tomorrow
I bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun
Showin grati-TUDE, my atti-TUDE is kind of RUDE
I walk with a frown while I puff my cigar an'
sit back and stare while I’m cha-cha-cha-charrin
Watchin Boogie Down, when they used to put me down
Now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds
Sparkin like a welder, punch ya like I’m Elmer
Embarass your ass like Gigi does to Thelma
Quick to cut your throat, hey boy don’t touch the mic
Yeah I’m out like three strikes
Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya
My lovely lengthy dreadlocks, be roastin on an open fire
Twisted tongue that’s slippin and lyrically limpin
at your PEE-nocci-nose
I’m budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad,
budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty
Sssufferin sssucotash, I let lyricsss fly like DEE Daffy
So pass, the mug so Mike can try to ?? figure
when learnin this foolish, foolish lyrical style I deliver
Maybe way, down upon a swampy river!
Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay
Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon
andddd-dddain't-dddat-ddddsomethin-dddindddinddin?
And thennnn-IiiiIiii found-
five-fy-a-fuck-five-feet-of-linnennenn
I Pop-eye's, like Bluto, ah-how you like judo?
Not Hong Kong, Fooey, I +chop+ like, some +suey+
Like the Bruce, Banner, I gots a programma
So don’t don’t you cry cry for me oh Susannah
Tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and, your mamma
that you got, the right one, baby, eh-heh!
I’m freakin the stuttering style like just for one reason:
I think it’s wabbit season, nah-uh duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season. AWWWWW SHUT UP!
Hey button your lip it’s MC season dagnabbit
And ohhwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwww (whattup Chip?) I hate rabbits!
(shhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip’s about to drop a hot potato!
'Yumpin 'Yimminy, Jimminy Crickets-kicks-kicks
some rugged and rough shit like this
Silly wabbit ain’t got 'nuff Trix to pick
but I’ll chill instead, cause for the big kid,
for the big kid, for the big kid’s how I uhh, kicks it Yo ahh, rrrrrugabugit, rrrrrugabugit, where’s was the mic?
It’s in the freezer *cough* freezin like like a Raider
Like Frosted Lucky Charms my shit is magically delishwish
I’m a Chattanooga choo was funkier uh Punky Brewster
When I’m a FEE-farmer, PEE-plumber ???
So ??, roll up, rewind selector
I huh huh, huh huh huh, like Woodddy-Woodpecker
Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle
Catch me same bbbabbbbbat time and bbabbabbat channel
Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya
Arriba arriba! Pass the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba
A new type of flow and I toast the hoe, see-ya
Flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger
Don’t believe in guns so the fist become the trigger
I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken niggaz
(Your niggaz?) Yeah, my motherfuckin niggaz!
The M-O throws blows (blows) obnoxious type flows (flows)
No one knows Bo’s but the emery scrolls
Kick dogg pound sounds, from miles around
when I AIYYYYYYYY AIYYYYYYYY it vibrates your town
Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T
We sneakin up on ya, watch your ass for nine-three
Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Check the shit that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin
It ' s groovy; slammin like my man Scottie Pippen
Sly like a fox, i kick the shit that rocks
/ Align = "left" /
Don 't try to put me down, I don' t feel pain and sorrow
(Słońce wyjdzie! Tak jutro, jutro
Założę się o dolara, że jutro będzie słońce.
Showin grati-TUDE, my atti-TUDE is kind of RUDE
I walk with a brown while I SAPPH my cigar and'
sit back and gap while I ' m cha-cha-Cha-charrin
Watchin Boogie Down, when they used to put me down
Teraz twoja mama daje mi skóry, a twój tata wciska mi funty.
Sparkin like a welder, punch ya like I ' m Elmer
Zawstydzasz swój tyłek jak Gigi robi to Thelmie
Szybko poderżniesz Ci gardło, chłopcze, nie dotykaj mikrofonu.
Tak, odpadam jak trzy razy.
Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya
Moje Śliczne Długie dredy, będą smażone na otwartym ogniu
Twisted tongue that ' s slippin and lirically limpin
na Twój SIKAJĄCY nos
Jestem budda-BA-bad, budda-ba-bad,
budda-ba-zły do szpiku kości i przebiegły
Sssufferin sssucotash, I let lyricsss fly like DEE Daffy
Więc podaj kubek, żeby Mike mógł spróbować ?? rysunek
kiedy uczę się tego głupiego, głupiego stylu lirycznego, dostarczam
Może daleko, na bagnistej rzece!
Far far away (hura!) yippie-kay-yo-Kay-yay
Whoa, talerz uciekł z łyżką
i dddd-DDDDD-ddddddddddddddddddin?
/ Align = "left" / -
five-fy-a-fuck-five-feet-of-linnenn
Jak lubisz judo?
Nie Hong Kong, Fooey, I + chop + like, some + suey+
Jak Bruce, Banner, mam programma
So don 't don' t you cry cry for me Oh Susannah
Powiedz babci, dziadkowi, dziadkowi i mamie
że masz, ten właściwy, kochanie, EH-heh!
Boję się jąkania z jednego powodu.:
Myślę, że to sezon na wabbit, nah-uh sezon na kaczki
Sezon na Wabbit, sezon na kaczki
Sezon na Wabbit, sezon na kaczki
Sezon na kłótnie. ZAMKNIJ SIĘ!
Hey button your lip it ' s MC season dagnabbit
I ohhwowowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww (whattup Chip? Nienawidzę królików!
(shhhhhhhhhhh) Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip ' s about torop a hot potato!
'Yumpin' Yimminy, Jimminy Crickets-kicks-kicks
/ align = "left" /
Silly wabbit ain 't got' nuff Trix to pick
ale zamiast tego wyluzuję.,
dla dużego dzieciaka, dla dużego dzieciaka jak ja uhh, kicks it Yo ahh, rrrrrugabugit, rrrrrugabugit, gdzie był mikrofon?
Jest w zamrażarce. kaszel.
Jak lukrowane szczęśliwe Charms moje gówno jest magicznie pyszne
I ' m a Chattanooga choo was funkier Uh Punky Brewster
Kiedy jestem płatnym farmerem, SIKAJĄCYM hydraulikiem ???
Więc ??, roll up, rewind selector
I huh huh, huh huh huh, like Woodddy-Woodpecker
Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle
Catch me same bbbabbbbbbat time and bbbabbbat channel
Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya
Arriba arriba! Pass the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba
A new type of flow and I toast the hoe, see-ya
Flipper Typ hitter, szybciej się większe
Nie wierz w broń, więc pięść staje się wyzwalaczem.
I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken niggaz
(Your niggaz? Tak, motherfuckin niggaz!
M-o rzuca ciosy (ciosy) typu obocznego (ciosy))
Nikt nie zna bo oprócz zwojów emery ' ego.
Kick dogg Pound sounds, from miles around
kiedy wibruje twoje miasto
Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T
We snakin up on ya, watch your ass for 9-3
Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya