G-Unit — Rider Pt. 2 tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
T.O.S.
Rider 2
(50 Cent)
GRRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
(Chrous, 50 Cent)
I done told you boy I’m a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain’t tryin to hear shit I’m supposed to be rich
Mu’f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I’m 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I’ll come for yo head
(50 Cent)
I’ll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain’t missin
I’m back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude this is
(Yung Buck)
(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I’ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn’t sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain’t got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I’m a buss they head
(Chorus, 50 cent)
I done told you boy I’m a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain’t tryin to hear shit I’m supposed to be rich
Mu’f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I’m 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I’ll come for yo head
(Lloyd Bank$)
I’m comin out of South-side, you know I’m raw
Big ass check, dey show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I’m HOT- five hunnid degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or more
I’m in the store copin shit u ain’t seen before
Black card swipe,(yea) we galore (yea)
(Tony Yayo)
I said these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin
I’m in a mean loft, I’m in tha Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
(Chrous, 50 cent)
I done told you boy I’m a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain’t tryin to hear shit I’m supposed to be rich
Mu’f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I’m 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I’ll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)
(Unknown Artis)
Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain’t done
Think about what I’ll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up like he sat in the sun
I’m bout my bread, I’ll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I’m like a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain’t calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don’t bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (BITCH)
I done told you boy I’m a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain’t tryin to hear shit I’m supposed to be rich
Mu’f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I’m 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I’ll come for yo head
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
T. O. S.
Rider 2
(50 centów)
GRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
(Chrous, 50 Cent)
I Done told you boy I ' m a soldier boy
Nie mam wyboru, muszę być rialidą.
Podchodzę do ciebie chłopcze z tosterem
/ Align = "left" /
I ain 't tryin to hear shit I' m supposed to be rich
Mu ' f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Potem załaduję swoje gówno, a potem cock moje gówno.
Nigga trip I ' ll come for yo head
(50 centów)
I ' ll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on the choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Potem dziurawe dziurawe butelki, całe miejsce, papier, Siła, zdobędziemy piątą, weźcie wzmacniacz, którego nie przegapimy.
I ' m back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b* * * * throw a song to her dude this is
(Yung Buck)
(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) F*** your click
Jak syphillis b * * * * utknąłeś z tym
(SLow motion) i ' ma loyal nigga nigga, (regular speed) die behind mine
Nawet jeśli 50 mnie upuści, to i tak nie podpiszę.
You done lost yo 'mind, bumped yo' head
* Try to stop my shine but I got bread *
And I ain ' t got time, to hear what they said
Kiedy łapię tych tchórzy, jestem buss they head.
(Refren, 50 cent)
I Done told you boy I ' m a soldier boy
Nie mam wyboru, muszę być rialidą.
Podchodzę do ciebie chłopcze z tosterem
/ Align = "left" /
I ain 't tryin to hear shit I' m supposed to be rich
Mu ' f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Potem załaduję swoje gówno, a potem cock moje gówno.
Nigga trip I ' ll come for yo head
(Lloyd Bank$)
I 'm coming out of South-side, you know I' m raw
Big ass check, Dey show our score
Wyciągnij ciasto, i roll out, Kreamizore
Fo ' Fo ' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I ' m HOT-five hunnid degrees or more
My do ' block A M-16 or more
I 'm in the store copin shit u ain' t seen before
Black card swipe, (yea) we galore (yea)
(Tony Yayo)
Powiedziałem, że te czarnuchy przestają gadać i zaczynają się martwić.
Federalni ciągle przychodzą pieniądze, które burryin
I 'm in a mean loft, I' m in Tha Cream Porshe
Odpuściłem, a potem zamieniłem się w T-Wolfa.
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Rosyjska AK, Haitańska flaga na klipie
(Chrous, 50 cent)
I Done told you boy I ' m a soldier boy
Nie mam wyboru, muszę być rialidą.
Podchodzę do ciebie chłopcze z tosterem
/ Align = "left" /
I ain 't tryin to hear shit I' m supposed to be rich
Mu ' f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Potem załaduję swoje gówno, a potem cock moje gówno.
Nigga trip I ' ll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)
(Nieznany Artis)
Nah muh f* * ka, this shit ain ' t done
Think about what I ' ll do To ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up like he sat in the sun
I 'm bout my bread, I' ll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I 'm like a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain ' t calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle Boz the shit don ' t bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (BITCH)
I Done told you boy I ' m a soldier boy
Nie mam wyboru, muszę być rialidą.
Podchodzę do ciebie chłopcze z tosterem
/ Align = "left" /
I ain 't tryin to hear shit I' m supposed to be rich
Mu ' f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Potem załaduję swoje gówno, a potem cock moje gówno.
Nigga trip I ' ll come for yo head