JR Writer — Zoolander tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Zoolander", wykonawca: JR Writer.
Tekst piosenki
Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man
I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em
J.R. Writer, DipSet let’s do it man, yo My mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it A packer’s pass to the crackers, the bastard’s actin erratic
A static half of a savage to have it back in they cabbage is 'matic
After they had it and add it, back to the attic — faggot
Ask I’m the baddest of baddest, gather your baddest of rampers
Scrampers to clampers don’t matter, half of them bastards I’ll splatter
Cap in his bladder, you’ll stagger, mac to a 'matic he’s platter
I’ll feel for 'em (slow down son you’re killin 'em)
Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder, slip from up under
The stunner, runner runner fronter, just admit I’m a gunner (blaow!)
I’ve been itchin all summer, just a quick’ll a gun ya With some shit you couldn’t pump out if you was hit wit a plunger
I do this shit cause I wanna, not to sit in a Hummer (what?)
I’ve been sicker than Wonder, who’s been sick since he was younger
The game’s missin its hunger, cause I’m that other flare others fear
I don’t wanna hear (slow down son you’re killin 'em)
Cause I’ma rippity rap, rip up and rap, rip in a rap
Rap in a writ, rip like a mystery pack
That still rip when he rap, rippin was rap, rappin is rip
No cuts, rips in my wristery wrap scrap
Pic, picture me back into these cats who grill and they grill
But they wouldn’t do diddly jack
I’m still a G, kill a G, artillery pack
Bring my Biggie fiend back (slow down son you’re killin 'em)
Yo; I’m a menace clown listen now, I grip the pound and get it down
You’ll be a missin kitten and sniffin the scent of hound
That leaves the ditch to found, captain is capped, blap blap
Fuck if you new in town, you’ll still get around
I keep the addicts in attics while I traffic the order
I done packaged the package then got it back through the border
You need practice with package your stacks are stackin up shorter
Crackheads say I give 'em flashbacks of Rich Porter (whoa)
But I’m past that, give 'em back Lassie or daughter
You can’t flip a thing, you’re ass-backwards with water
Ask faggot I’m scorcher, fuck your security
I got cats that’ll pat pat them and off ya Soon as I pass 'em the offer they’ll ditch the G Flick the flea a mystery the rest’ll just be history
Yeah I’m glistery, it don’t have you seasick
but just turn into somethin you’ll be sick to see
Bling blaow, rings wow, check around the ring dial
Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow
I’m p-p-past you I’ll pass you, no cats could battle this battle
With all that babble you babble, you said you passed who I’ll smack you
You hit the gravel I’m a movin menace
Youse a gimmick, get abused in the fewest minutes
1−2 I’m finished, have a group of tenants
on the side yellin (slow down son you’re killin 'em)
This is easy
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Uhh, Grease, pierdolony zwierzęcy człowiek
Należę do zoo z resztą.
J. R. Writer, DipSet let 's do it man, Yo my mathematics smash it, I bag it pack it A packer' S pass to the crackers, The bastard ' s actin erratic
Statyczna połowa dzikusa, żeby mieć ją z powrotem w kapuście, jest "matic".
Po tym jak go mieli i dodali, z powrotem na strych-pedał
Ask I ' m the baddest of baddest, gather your baddest of rampers
Scrampers to clampers don 't matter, half of them bastards I' ll splatter
Cap in his bladder, you 'll stagger, mac to a' matic he ' s platter
I ' ll feel for 'em (slow down son you' re killin ' em)
Uhh, yeah, the kid with the thunder, slip from up under
The stunner, runner runner fronter, just admit I ' m a gunner (blaow!)
I 've been itchin all summer, just a quick' ll a gun ya With some shit you couldn ' t pump out if you was hit wit a plunger
Robię to, bo nie chcę siedzieć w Hummerze.)
I 've been sickered than Wonder, who' s been Choir since he was younger
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I don 't wanna hear (slow down son you 're killin' em)
Bo jestem rappity rap, rip up and rap, rip in a rap
Rap w piśmie, rip jak tajemnicza paczka
Że nadal rip kiedy rapował, rippin był rapem, rappin jest rip
Żadnych cięć, rozdarć w mojej oprawie na nadgarstku.
Pic, wyobraź sobie mnie z powrotem w te koty, które grillują i grillują
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I ' m still a g, kill A G, artillery pack
Bring my Biggie Fiend back (slow down son you 're killin' em)
Yo; I ' m a menace clown listen now, I grip the pound and get it down
Będziesz kotkiem missin i wąchasz zapach psa
To pozostawia rów do odnalezienia, kapitan jest zamknięty, blap blap
Kurwa, jeśli jesteś nowy w mieście, nadal będziesz się kręcić.
Trzymam narkomanów na strychach, podczas gdy przewożę zamówienie.
Zapakowałem paczkę, a potem zabrałem ją przez granicę.
Musisz ćwiczyć z pakietem Twoje stosy są stosy się krótsze
Crackheads say I give ' em flashbacks of Rich Porter (whoa)
Ale to już przeszłość, oddaj im Lassie albo córkę.
Nic nie wywrócisz, jesteś dupkiem z wodą.
Ask faggot I ' m scorcher, fuck your security
I got cats that ' ll pat pat them and off ya Soon as I pass 'em the offer they' ll Dave The G Flick The flea a mystery the rest ' ll just be history
Tak jestem błyszczący, nie masz choroby morskiej
/ align = "left" /
Bling blaow, rings wow, check around the ring dial
Blue Smerfy, hit em where it hurts, ping pow
Jestem p-p-Obok ciebie przejdę Cię, żadne koty nie mogą walczyć w tej bitwie
Z całym tym bełkotem, mówiłeś, że zdałeś, kogo ci przyłożę.
You hit the gravel I ' m a movin menace
Ty jesteś sztuczką, w ciągu kilku minut będziesz nadużywany.
1-2 skończyłem, mam grupę lokatorów.
on the side yellin (slow down son you 're killin' em)
To proste.