J Dilla — Reckless Driving tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Reckless Driving", wykonawca: J Dilla.
Tekst piosenki
Turn me up, a little louder
Get it crunk yeah, let’s get 'em riled up Let’s go! This only for my real niggaz
Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it Stink pink gators, my Detroit players
Game like A out of 'toire, these boys hate us We let the morgue-ies tell the whole story
Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it Party up, get live with it Start it up, put it in drive and whip it Move, bitch! Get out the way
I’m bouncin I’m all in and out the lanes
It’s not the game, f**kin niggaz up Like what tigga-what tigga-what tigga-WHAT~!
«The Low End Theory, «all you feel is the bottom
You ain’t gotta wait to chop, the Dilla’s got 'em
Better get 'em, where you at bro?
Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro
Cake boys doin it big, we outta control
This one is for the real niggaz out on the roll
Let’s go!
Get live, reach for the sky
For the real niggaz with the beat in the ride
You can turn your bass up another notch if you want
You hot with’cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!
Makin your money, takin your money
Overseas and in the states gettin money
D shit beats, the rhymes is dangerous
Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin 'em
Turn that shit up, let’s make noise
Jeep volume nigga, we fat cake boys
Dudes do this, choppin lovely
Too exclusive for you when we mob in the Jeeps
Get it up and, crack-a-lack-in
In our trucks mayne, that’s what’s happening
Flossin baby we off the chain
I love when the sunlight reflects off the blades
Damn~! Where you at with it? Let 'em know now
Big puff out the truck when you roll down
Do it to death, do it to do it Take a whiff, inhale the shit, cause you it Yeah — nigga, we gon' keep on In our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on With the bang and the chain and the piece on Nigga J to the D to the beat keep on
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Turn me up, a little louder
Rozruszmy ich! This only for my real niggaz
Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it cuchnące różowe aligatory, moi Gracze z Detroit
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Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it Party up, get live with it Start it up, put it in drive and whip it Move, bitch! Z drogi!
I 'm bouncin I' m all in and out the lanes
To nie jest gra, pieprzone czarnuchy jak co tigga-co tigga-co tigga-co~!
"The Low End Theory," all you feel is the bottom
You ain 't gotta wait to COP, the Dilla' s got 'em
Lepiej je zdobądź, gdzie jesteś?
Say Dilla hang corners in a ' Llac bro
Cake boys doing it big, we outta control
This one is for the real niggaz out on the roll
Idziemy!
Get live, reach for the sky
For the real niggaz with the beat in the ride
Możesz podkręcić bas, jeśli chcesz.
Jesteś gorąca z bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!
Makin your money, takin your money
Za granicą i w Stanach
D shit beats, the rhymes is dangerous
Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin ' em
Podkręć to gówno, zróbmy hałas.
Jeep volume nigga, we fat cake boys
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Zbyt ekskluzywne dla ciebie, gdy mamy tłum w jeepach.
Get it up and, crack-a-lack-in
W naszych ciężarówkach mayne, to się dzieje
Flossin baby we off the chain
Uwielbiam, gdy światło słoneczne odbija się od ostrzy.
Cholera! Na czym stoisz? Niech wiedzą.
Big puff out the truck when you roll down
Do it to death, do it To do it Take a powąchaj, inhale the shit, cause you it Yeah-nigga, we gon ' keep on in our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on With the bang and the chain and the piece on Nigga J to the D to the beat keep on