Gangsta Blac — Gettin Real Buck tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
It’s kind of hard to keep a fuckin' mil
If yo name ain’t Holyfield
Kick back in the MC resident
Countin' dollar bills,
Make me kick in a liquor store
Stop in get a Tangaray
Peel a chin in the wind,
Ballin' hittin' the free way
Ain’t no slippin' in the street
5-O's on my ass gee,
Three car deep after me Ballin' down through SPV
Gangsta man still the same
Clear me as you see me pass
Holler when I holler, time to dip up in another past
Rip it up, open it up can I get a Newport?
Pass me one, thank you sir
Got your whole ankle short
Ya-Da-Yo givin' shouts
Steve in Bone taught me that
Straight from the Bounds, lay it down
If they cool with Gangsta Blac
All my nigga’s gettin' buck
Bet this on my D-Zick
Throw the mic, cuz I’m so hype and
Hoe this just beginning
Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, ain’t that the way it’s suppose to go Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know
Time to hit the dirt hoe
Wusup to all them people’s rumors,
That’s been said bout folks from Ana
Creepin' through the back with a fuckin' gage
Ready to ram and jam ya All these fuckin' slugs up in yo ass
If I up and find ya Mouth, full of lit fire crackers
Star spangled banner
Reassess Pieces on yo body
Hittin' them bitches watch 'em drool
Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain’t no damn fool
Hoe you must be high down fall
For the nigga De-De gone with yo bad self
Hoe you need to fuckin' quick,
Ain’t no drunk lookin' good
Ain’t no killer I wish I would
I buck down all you lemon
Put them jackets on my neighborhood
Cock my nine, feelin' fine
Incase the run they mouth
Wusup bitch is you mad, cause we from the South
To you motor mouth suckers, come in get some of this
Noisy ness, wig split stay up out my business
Ride 'em up Escalade, down to the mighty sky
To ya hoe, see ya hoe in Hell cause it’s time to die
Ain’t no fuckin' simple man
Take no bullet for no nigga
Trick you must can’t understand
Hoe how the fuck you figure
Not with all that reppin' shit
Not with all that Football shit
All about roastin' a bitch
All about makin' it rich
Hood Rat mean’s a group of hoes
Slurpin' on yo nut sac’s
Sac’s of weed is what I need
To keep my brain on this track
Chu-Chu watch me choke as I blow out a cloud of smoke
Hypnotize civilize, got dope hold it though
Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo Pontiac
Funk it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the bumpin' back
Fuck you bitches, this for girls and plenty niggas
Fuck killer realer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I don’t give a shit
Paul in lil' man got my back, two nigga’s you can’t deal with
Bustin' through the crowd like a crash
Dead in yo gut, now my nigga’s deep
Gettin' real buck
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Nigga 's in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga 's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga 's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga 's in the club gettin' real buck
Ciężko utrzymać milion.
If yo name ain ' t Holyfield
Kick back in the MC resident
Countin ' dollar bills,
"Make me kick in a monopoly store"
"Stop in get a Tangaray"
Peel a chin in the wind,
Ballin 'hittin' the free way
Ain 't no slippin' in the street
5-O ' S on my ass gee,
Three car deep after me Ballin' down through SPV
Gangsta man still the same
Clear me as you see me pass
Krzycz, kiedy ja krzyczę, czas zanurzyć się w innej przeszłości
Mogę dostać Newport?
Podaj mi jedną, dziękuję Panu.
Masz krótką kostkę.
Ya-Da-Yo givin ' shouts
Steve in Bone nauczył mnie tego.
Straight from the Bounds, lay it down
If they cool with Gangsta Blac
All my nigga 's gettin' buck
Postaw to na mojego D-Zicka.
Rzucaj mikrofon, bo jestem taka podekscytowana i
Hoe this just beginning
Zakopać gówno, pieprzone dziwki, ain 't that the way it' s supposed to go Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know
Time to hit the dirt hoe
Wusup to all them people ' s rumors,
/ Align = "left" /
"Creepin' through the back with a fuckin' gage"
Gotowy do ram i jam ya all these fuckin ' slugs up in yo ass
Jeśli wstanę i znajdę Twoje usta pełne rozpalonych krakersów ognia
Sztandar Gwiaździsty
Ponowna ocena elementów na ciele
Hittin 'them bitches watch' em drool
Jack bądź zwinny Bądź szybki ale, Jack on nie jest cholernym głupcem
Hoe you must be high down fall
For the nigga de-de gone with yo bad self
Hoe musisz kurwa szybko,
Ain 't no drunk lookin' good
Ain ' t no killer I wish I would
I buck down all you lemon
Załóż kurtki na moją okolicę.
Cock my nine, feelin ' fine
Incase the run they mouth
Wusup bitch is you mad, cause we from The South
Do was, frajerzy, wchodźcie, weźcie trochę tego.
Noisy ness, wig split stay up out my business
Ride ' em up Escalade, down to The mighty sky
Do ya hoe, see ya hoe in Hell cause it ' s time to die
Ain' t no fuckin ' simple man
Take no bullet for no nigga
Trick you must can ' t understand
Hoe jak ty kurwa myślisz
Nie z tym całym reppin ' gówno
Nie z całym tym futbolowym gównem.
All about roastin ' a bitch
All about makin ' it rich
Hood Rat mean ' s a group of hoes
Slurpin 'on yo nut sac' s
Worek zioła jest tym, czego potrzebuję.
To keep my brain on this track
Chu-Chu patrz, jak się duszę, gdy zdmuchuję chmurę dymu.
/ Align = "left" /
Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo Pontiac
Funk it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the bumpin ' back
Pierdolcie się suki, to dla dziewczyn i mnóstwo czarnuchów
Kurwa killer realer trzymamy ręce na spuście
Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I don ' t give a shit
Paul in lil 'man got my back, two nigga' s you can ' t deal with
Bustin ' through the crowd like a crash
Dead in yo gut, now my nigga ' s deep
Gettin ' real buck