JT The Bigga Figga — Back 2 The Shit tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Back 2 The Shit", wykonawca: JT The Bigga Figga.
Tekst piosenki
The G-L-P is throwing shots to you niggas domes
Cocking Glocks, pulling macs when the funk is on
Pack your chrome motherfucker when you leave home
When you fucking with them niggas from the danger zone
Well back on the track is the nigga D-Moeja
Sipping on the Grand Mar' and puffing on the doja
And everybody know the D dash Moe can have you hittin'
Cause shit that I be spittin' is fittin' tighter than a mitten
Written in a book by a crook I was locked up
And did so much dirt that I should have been boxed up
Gone with the wind but I’m still in the house
Giving game from my brain to my motherfucking mouth
I gives a fuck I’m sick as fuck I’m from the Y-B-G
Now D dash Moe is just a factor in the S-F-C
Ninety-three, Get Low be going federal
Top notch, motherfucker on a pedestal
I’m coming tight don’t try to perp and say a nigga not
Because these bullets that me got in me gun is hot
Now piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop pop
Seventeen rounds out a nickel-plated Glock
I gets my currency, my capital, my cash flow
I mean my mail, my scratch do you feel me though?
So don’t be stressin' it’s a lesson from tha Youngsta
A playa and a hustla, and can’t fuck with you bustas
Trust a bitch? Never would, never could, gotta stack
Got a mac, keep a hoe on her back, pack a nine
On the grind, every time, coming sick
G-L-P in the house getting back to the shit
Well G-L-P is throwing shots to you niggas domes
Creepin' through the cuts, flippin' em up when the funk is on
Mr. Illiac on the track quite exceptional professional mack
When I’m 'bout to check a fat stack
From the editor, currency a four to five creditor
Docked in the back on the gank like the predator
Utilize and finalize my mission, chewin' niggas up
When it comes to competition, now they wishin'
That we slip to the flip to the beat to the bone
Niggas was here but now they gone
The Get Low P is in the house
Poppin' it on the microphone
My nigga Herm hooked it up for us niggas
The Young Baby Boy, D-Moe and the Figga
Just a few young niggas from The Moe-town
When we pop the shit, nigga cause we throw down
Now my nigga San Quinn is about to flow
So let me pass the mic and tell them niggas about them hoes
You silly hoes and niggas better peep this game
While this game is worth my peepin'
Creepin' through the Sucka Free
I’m knockin' fools out, leavin' 'em sleepin'
Cause it’s a daily operation for us to wreck thangs
I’m whippin' and flippin', slidin' and slippin' through Frisco, the hoes swang
From the nutsack, you ready to buck I’m ready to buck back
I’m down for the funk up on the streets or all up in the fuckin' rap
I’ll tiggity-tag your ass fast with this nine millimeter
Scared to follow the leader, so with the slug I gotta leave ya
The Get Low rep from The Moe to The Point
Smoke a blunt and a joint, The Young Baby Boy’s the right choice
When I voice my opinion you better recognize
Cause it’s your own fuckin' life you might jeopardize
Commitin' crimes I’m droppin' rhymes and hittin' the fuckin' dank and
I’m fuckin' your bitch and checkin' my grips and sippin' on the drank and
I’m gankin', and gafflin' and jumpin' off the fuckin' top flo'
I’ll bust a spin and a grin and Quinn will Get Low
Nineteen ninety-three, the G-L-P
Mackin stackin' and always stackin'
Ready to flip a track and check a fat stack nigga
Coming from the west side of the Presidio
JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn and D-Moe
Three young niggas
Three young Gs
Poppin' that shit with ease, mayne
And we outta here fasho-ly, ya know me?
Ha ha
Three young niggas from the Get Low
Cause we poppin' that shit outta Frisco
I say three young niggas from the Get Low
From the Get Low, from the Get Low
Cause we poppin' that shit on a daily basis
From the Get Low town cause they tryin' to take this
Game from the gamer, but they cain’t
Cause that’s how the shit go mayne
Three young niggas from the Get Low
Cause we poppin' that shit outta Frisco
I say three young niggas from the Get Low
From the Get Low, from the Get Low
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
G-L-P rzuca strzały do was czarnuchy kopuły
Cocking Glocks, pulling macs when the funk is on
Pack your chrome motherfucker when you leave home
When you fucking with them niggas from the danger zone
Well back on the track is the nigga d-Moeja
Popijając Grand Mar ' i dmuchając na doja
And everybody know the Dash Moe can have you hittin'
{C: $ 398dc6} Cause shit that I be spittin' is fittin' thighter than a mitten {s: 14}
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I zrobiłem tyle brudów, że powinienem być zapakowany.
Przeminęło z wiatrem ale wciąż jestem w domu
"Giving game from my brain to my motherfucking mouth"
Mam to w dupie. jestem chory jak cholera. jestem z Y-B-G.
Teraz d dash Moe jest tylko czynnikiem w S-F-C
93, Get Low be going federal
Top notch, motherfucker on a piedestal
I 'm coming tight don' t try to perp and say a nigga not
Bo te kule, które mam w pistolecie są gorące.
Teraz piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop pop
Seventeen rounds out a nickelled Glock
Dostaję moją walutę, mój kapitał, mój przepływ gotówki
Mam na myśli moją pocztę, moje zadrapanie czujesz mnie?
Więc nie stresuj się. to lekcja od Tha Youngsta.
A playa and a hustla, and can ' t fuck with you bustas
Zaufać dziwce? Never would, never could, gotta stack
Ma Maca, ma motykę na plecach, pakuje dziewiątkę.
On the grind, every time, coming sick
G-I-P in the house getting back to the shit
Cóż G-L-P rzuca strzały do was czarnuchy kopuły
Creepin 'through the cuts, flippin' em up when the funk is on
Pan Illiac na torze dość wyjątkowy profesjonalny mack
# When I ' m ' bout to check a fat stack #
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Zadokowany z tyłu na ganku jak drapieżnik
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Jeśli chodzi o konkurencję, teraz chcą
Że poślizgniemy się do flip do rytmu do kości
Niggas was here but now they gone
The Get Low P is in the house
Poppin ' it on the microphone
My nigga Herm hocked it up for us niggas
The Young Baby Boy, D-Moe and the Figga
Just a few young niggas from the Moe-town
When we pop the shit, nigga cause we throw down
Teraz mój Czarnuch San Quinn zaraz popłynie
Więc pozwól mi przejść przez mikrofon i powiedzieć czarnuchom o tych dziwkach
Wy głupie dziwki i czarnuchy lepiej podglądajcie tę grę
While this game is worth my peepin'
Creepin ' through the Sucka Free
I' m knockin 'fools out, leavin ''em sleepin'
Bo to codzienna operacja, żeby niszczyć rzeczy.
I 'm whippin ' and flippin', slidin 'and slippin' through Frisco, the hoes swang
Od orzecha, jesteś gotowy do buck ja jestem gotowy do buck back
I 'm down for the funk up on the streets or all up in the fuckin' rap
Przypiszę Ci szybko Ten 9 milimetrów.
Boję się podążać za przywódcą, więc muszę cię zostawić.
The Get Low rep from the Moe to the Point
Zapal Blunta i jointa, młody chłopiec jest właściwym wyborem.
Kiedy wyrażę swoją opinię lepiej rozpoznaj
Bo to twoje pieprzone życie możesz narazić na niebezpieczeństwo
Commitin 'crimes I' m droppin 'rhymes and hittin' the fuckin ' dank and
Pieprzę Twoją sukę i sprawdzam moje uchwyty, popijam drinki i
I 'm gankin', and gafflin 'and jumpin' off the fuckin 'top flo'
I ' ll bust a spin and a grin and Quinn will Get Low
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Mackin stackin'and always stackin'
Ready to flip a track and check a fat stack nigga
Z zachodniej strony Presidio
JT Bigga Figga, San Quinn i D-Moe
Three young niggas
Three young Gs
Poppin ' that shit with easy, mayne
A my spadamy stąd, znasz mnie?
Ha ha
Three young niggas from the Get Low
Bo we poppin ' that shit outta Frisco
I say three young niggas from the Get Low
From the Get Low, from the Get Low
Bo poppin ' that shit on a daily basis
From the Get Low town cause they tryin ' to take this
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Bo tak jest, mayne.
Three young niggas from the Get Low
Bo we poppin ' that shit outta Frisco
I say three young niggas from the Get Low
From the Get Low, from the Get Low