Ice Cube — 3 Strikes You In tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
One mo' strike and I’m through nigga
Bottom of the ninth swingin for my life
I’m up at the plate goin for the gate
They got my moms seated in section eight
Been on deck since my last felony
I’m that 0 for 2 mothafucka
With the Louisville Slugger
Shay Whitie that left hand punk
Is on the mound and he comin wit dat off speed junk
Its the Westside Hustlaz vs these LA Pigs
You can say the damned vs the nigs
My little homies in the dugout
They lookin' sad, cuz fourteen niggas done struck-out
My first offense was possession of weed
Now I’m in the major leagues and
That mothafucka Bill Clinton-is a son of a bitch
Had the nerve to throw out the first pitch
I’m just tryin' to get rich like Trump
The Home Run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the fuck can I stay out the pen
When its one-two-three strikes you in One-two three strikes you in Now how the fuck a nigga supposed
To stay out the pen, I’m on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my life
With two strikes it ain’t right
He’s in the wind-up
Here come the pitch
I swing, aw shit (foul tip)
They felt the chill cuz if I get on first
You know the deal — a niggas gots to steal
Like to steal home and I betcha
That I can run over, the LA Pig catcher
Just because I’m black, wit a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the warning track
Fulla count they say I won’t amount to shit
But fool I can hit like Kenny Grit
With a split in my mouth on tha cellular phone
(It's going, going, gone!)
And watch a pitcher get served
You from tha LA Pigs
I know you coming with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chatter
I’m the designated hitter, a nigga
Much badder, than Babe Ruth
Will I tell the truth and nothing but the truth
Hell yea, I’d rather be shootin' hoops
Cuz a niggas guaranteed to win
Against a bullshit loss and three strikes you in Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh
And fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I never come back
I gots to root for my homeboys
If they dont win its a shame
Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in Twenty-five years of pain you know my name
They wanna nigga to run and get hung
High strung, so this pig can win the Cy-Young
I’ma hit this mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, high as Steve Hal
You can’t salary cap my gat
No strike, cuz gangsta-rap is on the map
I’m like Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, when I’m robbin' one
Of you Cracker Jacks fool I’m a mothafuckin vet
And fuck yo seventh-inning stretch, so Take me out to the ballgame,
And see my neighborhood name
In your Ghetto Hall of Fame
Yea (It ain’t right)
Playin' people like a game (It aint right)
Human beings, puttin' em in a jar (It aint right)
For double life, triple life (It aint right)
Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh
And fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I never come back
I gots to root for my homeboys
If they dont win its a shame
Cuz its one-two-three strikes you in Twenty-five years of pain you know my name
You know my name (wha what, wha what) x 4
If I die tonight, you know who did it (you know)
If I ride tonight, you know who did it (you know)
If they sheck me up, you know who did it (don't guess)
If they check my nuts, you know who did it (get 'em)
If they break my bank, you know who did it (yea)
If they pull my rank, you know who did it (get 'em)
If they sock me up, you know who did it (yea)
If they lock me up, you know who did it (get 'em)
If they smear my name, you know who did it If they kill my game, you know who did it Remember me (you know who did it)
Wha what, wha what (you know who did it)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
One mo 'strike and I' m through nigga
"Bottom of the ninth swingin for my life"
Jestem na talerzu, idę do bramy.
Moja mama siedzi w sekcji ósmej.
Byłem na pokładzie od ostatniego przestępstwa.
I ' m that 0 for 2 mothafucka
Z Louisville Slugger
Shay Whitie - ten leworęczny punk
Is on the mound and he coming wit dat off speed junk
To Westside Hustlaz vs te świnie LA
You can say the damned vs The nigs
Moi mali ziomale na ławce rezerwowych
They lookin ' sad, cuz fourteen niggas done strike-out
Moim pierwszym wykroczeniem było posiadanie trawki.
Teraz jestem w pierwszej lidze i
Ten skurwiel Bill Clinton to sukinsyn.
Miał czelność rzucać pierwszy rzut.
I 'm just tryin' to get rich like Trump
Król Home Run jest teraz w dołku, podaj mi przystojniaka
Jak, do kurwy nędzy, mam trzymać się z dala od długopisu?
Kiedy raz-dwa-trzy uderza cię w Raz-Dwa Trzy uderza cię teraz jak kurwa nigga powinien
/ Align = "left" /
Z ginu i kurki, każdego dnia mojego życia
With two strikes it ain ' t right
On
Here come the pitch
I swing, aw shit (faul tip)
Poczuli chłód, bo jeśli wsiądę pierwszy
Znasz umowę — Czarnuch musi kraść
Like to steal home and I betcha
"That I can run over, the La Pig catcher"
Tylko dlatego, że jestem czarny, wit a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the warning track
/ Align = "left" /
But fool I can hit like Kenny Grit
With a split in my mouth on tha cellular phone
(It ' s going, going, gone!)
And watch a pitcher get served
You from Tha LA Pigs
I know you coming with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chitter
I ' m the designated hitter, a nigga
Dużo gorszy niż Babe Ruth.
Czy powiem prawdę i tylko prawdę
Do diabła, wolę grać w kosza.
Bo czarnuchy gwarantują wygraną
/ Align = "left" /
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh
I pierdol się, krakersie.
Mam nadzieję, że nigdy nie wrócę.
I gots to root for my homeboys
Jeśli nie wygrają, to wstyd.
Bo to raz-dwa-trzy uderza cię w 25 lat bólu znasz moje imię
They wanna nigga to run and get hung
Spięty, żeby ta świnia mogła wygrać Cy-Young.
I ' m hit this mothafucka a mile
1996: in the batters box, high jako Steve Hal
/ Align = "left" /
No strike, bo gangsta-rap jest na mapie
Jestem Jak Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Albo Jackie Robinson, kiedy okradam jednego
* Jestem pieprzonym weterynarzem *
I fuck yo seventh-inning stretch, so Take me out to the ballgame,
Zobacz też: nazwa dzielnicy
W Getto Hall of Fame
Yea (It ain ' t right)
Playin ' people like a game (It aint right)
Ludzkie istoty, umieścić je w słoiku (it aint right)
Dla podwójnego życia, potrójnego życia (to nie jest prawo)
Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts Jeezuh
I pierdol się, krakersie.
Mam nadzieję, że nigdy nie wrócę.
I gots to root for my homeboys
Jeśli nie wygrają, to wstyd.
Bo to raz-dwa-trzy uderza cię w 25 lat bólu znasz moje imię
You know my name (wha what, wha what) x 4
Jeśli dziś umrę, wiesz kto to zrobił (wiesz)
If I ride tonight, you know who did it (you know)
Jeśli oni mnie sheck, wiesz, kto to zrobił (don ' t guess)
If they check my nuts, you know who did it (get 'em)
Jeśli zniszczą mój bank, wiesz, kto to zrobił (tak)
If they pull my range, you know who did it (get 'em)
Jeśli oni mnie poturbują, wiesz kto to zrobił (tak)
If they lock me up, you know who did it (get 'em)
Jeśli oczernią mnie, wiesz, kto to zrobił, jeśli zabiją moją grę, wiesz, kto to zrobił, Zapamiętaj mnie (wiesz, kto to zrobił)
Wha what, wha what( you know who did it)