Lil Wayne — My Nigga tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I’m talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out; Glocks in my ma’s house
Front you with that work (I done fronted niggas work — OH-OHHH~!)
You say you want that head up but we don’t fight fair brah
Catch you slippin' from your backside, they knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon' stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you with a busted eye and busted mouth?!)
Nine milli pokin' out, fo-fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about
I’d die for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I’d lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I’d drive for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don’t really fuck with too many niggas
Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain’t, top boss, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro, don’t beef over no hoe
And my niggas sell them keys if you can’t open your door
Hope you buy for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains it pours, it’s dry for me and my fuckin' niggas, he-heh
I kill for my motherfuckin' niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger and with my little finger to you niggas
I swear it’s fuck all y’all niggas… except my niggas
OWW~!
I said that I’m a ride for my motherfuckin' nigga (Tunechi!)
Most likely I’m a die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
(And I ain’t goin' in unless I’m with my nigga)
(My nigga, my nigga…)
(My nigga, my nigga) My motherfuckin' niggas!
(My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga — yeah…
Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' niggas (stacks)
You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas (stacks)
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger (Durk!)
And when we on that lean, we ain’t fuckin' with the liquor (no)
I’m a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches (to the bitches)
… She keep likin' all my pictures
Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin' «Can't get up!"(YOU CAN’T)
Same nigga from the bottom, ain’t a damn thing change
C-C-Catch me out in Collins screamin' «Money ain’t a thang»
In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim blood
And if homie ain’t my homie then I know it ain’t love
Screamin' out «4 Hunnid!"YG that’s my nigga (my nigga)
Cause I been in the field life on the line with' him (line with' him)
And if it’s really good, why I prolly die with' 'em (die with' 'em)
Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit 'em — WHOA~!
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I-I don’t know, is it me or it’s your thirst, nigga?
You nig, you niggas ain’t got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain’t got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some «don't cross me bitches»
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it’s floor seat, bitches!
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my bitches
I’m so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries, apple pies, out the bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches; bitches, my bitches
I need a nigga with some Diff’rent Strokes — Todd Bridges
Shout out to my MAIN bitches and my side bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck — ostriches
… My niggas
New York to Compton
Got YG with me so don’t get stomped in, uh-huh
Y’all know who the fuck it is See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees, BITCH~!
And when you come out, it’s gon' burn you bitches like
You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt, BITCH~!
HA-HAAAAA!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I 'm talkin ' bout puttin' on, ridin' out; Glocks in my ma ' S house
Front you with that work (I done fronted niggas work — OH-OHHH~!)
Mówisz, że chcesz mieć głowę w górze, ale my nie walczymy uczciwie, brachu.
Catch you slippin ' from your backside, they knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon ' stomp you out
(Czy mama kiedykolwiek widziała cię z rozwalonym okiem i rozwaloną buzią?!)
Nine milli pokin' out, fo-fizzy pokin ' out
"Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about"
I 'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin ' nigga
On the stand I 'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Obrabowałbym bank, pojechałbym dla mojego jebanego czarnucha
Nie zadzieram z wieloma czarnuchami.
Bo niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin ' money tickle
Drivin 'somethin' that you ain ' t, top boss, suck a sutek
And I never put a ho over my bro, don ' t beef over no hoe
A moje czarnuchy sprzedają im klucze, jeśli nie możesz otworzyć drzwi.
"Hope you buy for my motherfuckin 'niggas"
Kiedy pada, leje, jest sucho dla mnie i moich pieprzonych czarnuchów, he-heh
I kill for my motherfuckin ' niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blowed white person
Mam środkowy palec na spuście, a mój mały palec do was, czarnuchy.
I swear it 's fuck all y' all niggas ... except my niggas
OWW~!
I said that I 'm a ride for my motherfuckin' nigga (Tunechi!)
Najprawdopodobniej umrę z palcem na spuście.
I ' ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
(And I ain 't goin' In unless I ' m with my nigga)
(My nigga, my nigga…)
(My nigga, my nigga) My motherfuckin ' niggas!
(My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga-yeah…
Ohh! I Done spend a million dollars on my motherfuckin ' niggas (stacks)
You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas (stacks)
Zadzwoń do RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk przyniesie spust (Durk!)
And when we on that lean, we ain 't fuckin' with the liquor (no)
I ' m a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches (to the bitches)
... She keep likin ' all my pictures
Bo widzi, jak gram w piłkę, jak mój nadgarstek i to, co się świeci złapią cię na czerwonym świetle, każą krzyczeć "nie mogę wstać!"(YOU CAN ' T)
Ten sam Czarnuch z dołu, ain ' t a damn thing change
C-C-C-Catch me out in Collins screamin '"Money ain' t a thang»
"In a red Mulsanne, lookin 'like I claim blood"
And if homie ain 't my homie then I know it ain' t love
"4 Hunnid!"Yg that' s my nigga (My nigga)
Bo byłem w polu życie na linii z' him (line with ' him)
And if it 's really good, why I prolly die with' 'em (die with '' em)
Bo kiedy potrzebuję helikopterów, po prostu mówię "uderz ich" - WHOA~!
Właśnie dostałem 250 tysięcy dolarów za wiersz, czarnuchu.
Nie wiem, to ja czy twoje pragnienie, czarnuchu?
Ty czarnuchu, ty czarnuchu nie masz jointów
Jak kontuzjowany Chris Paul, nie masz sensu
I just come through with a pare apody sucks
Oni też dostają pieniądze, oni są jak " don ' t cross me bitches»
Suki, Sergio Rossi, suki
A jeśli będziemy na meczu, to miejsce na parkiecie, suki!
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my bitches
Jestem tak kurewsko bogaty, że jeżdżę glinami dla moich dziwek.
Dollar menu frytki, szarlotki, out the bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise of bitches; bitches, my bitches
I need a nigga with some Diff ' Rent Strokes-Todd Bridges
Shout out to my MAIN bitches and my side bitches
Potrzebuję czarnucha z dobrymi strusiami.
... My niggas
Z Nowego Jorku do Compton
Mam YG ze mną więc nie daj się wepchnąć, uh-huh
Wiecie kto to, kurwa, jest. rozgrzałem piekarnik do 350 stopni, dziwko~!
A kiedy wychodzisz, to się spalicie, suki jak
Lepiej weź swoją pieprzoną rękawicę, suko!
HA-HAAAAA!