Method Man — Paisley Darts tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Paisley Darts", wykonawca: Method Man.
Tekst piosenki
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo Catch me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet
Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rockstars
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars
And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D My fashion on, I’m rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I’ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
You could find me f**ked up like the mice in cheese
Life’s a B, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
Karate, black belt and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, f**k 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest
My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas
Based on money, dummies’ll die
It ain’t funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy
Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
And f**k my shit up, and I’ma just lose
Paid a lot of paper to live here
American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear
You know what time it is, crime it is No matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question)
Based on a general’s fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, all of that’s crispy jewelry
Let me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won’t try, I’ll give ya something to regret
Throw that mothaf**king semi to ya neck
Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less
Pay respect, I’m a element of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I’m the resident from Homicide Housing
Known for drug dealing, stack thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
At any time I could move up out this
And go and cop some shit up in the moutains
Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth
I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady
I’m the bomb baby, cuz what I write is beyond crazy
I’m the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, mac palmer
Call me Arab Diesel cuz I’m a track bomber
Roger that, my niggaz ain’t got it cracked
All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottlecaps
While you on the block getting indicted
We island hopping, globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United
There’s a party over here and everybody’s invited
The headliners is Theodore and everybody’s excited
F**k that, 'bout time we took it back to the block
The task force coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops
It’s them dudes, drug slingers, 1−6-Ooh
Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too
Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I’m Rick Rude
And ain’t many mothaf**kas could fit up in Rick’s shoes
Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living
That’s a given, like football players love white women
White linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em
Shit, I’m riding 'em, cool as Kahlua’s with ice in 'em, shit…
Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back)
Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack
So knick knack patty wack (This is how we do it black)
(Slap you with the almanac) Where actual facts is sold as facts
We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones
Travelling across the world while we smoking the bone
We grinding, y’all niggaz know what we do We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too
Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney
We don’t f**k with fake contracts and niggaz that’s phony
Trying to get this money, right homey
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the domepiece
Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece
Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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Szefowie wop
Oni skintone to kawa i mleko, zmieszane dupsko tak wielkie jak żona mojego szefa, żołądek rozdarty plując alkohol do ust, zimny Moet
Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
Z kowbojskimi kapeluszami i torbami trenerskimi, imprezują jak gwiazdy rocka
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars
And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D My fashion on, I 'm Rockin' em new Rasheeds
I ' m finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
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Life ' s A B, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys
Karate, czarny pas i przynoszę alkohol
Za bójki w barze, strzelanie do piłek, aż moje jaja będą niebieskie.
Lubimy czarnych Jankesów, starych weteranów, którzy siedzą w reszcie.
Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest
My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
Odłożyliśmy go, w kolumbijskim stylu, z trzema killami.
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It ain ' t funny, trying to front on mine, we get in Ya mommy
Zachowaj spokój, czarnuchu, przeczytaj mu zasady, zanim wykrwawi się w basenach
I spierdalaj, a ja przegram.
Zapłaciłem kupę papieru, żeby tu mieszkać.
American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear
You know what time it is, crime it is No matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question)
Na podstawie wściekłej pięści generała
Szyja, ręka, pieniądze, wszystko to chrupiąca Biżuteria.
Pokażę Ci, jak jeżdżę, nina po obu stronach.
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won 't try, I' ll give ya something to regret
Throw that mothaf * * king semi to ya neck
Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest
Jeśli ustąpisz, rozciągniesz się, nic więcej, nic mniej
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Innymi słowy, dziwko, jestem rezydentem z wydziału zabójstw.
Znany z handlu narkotykami, stack thousands
400 tysięcy na kanapach, 200 tysięcy na domach.
W każdej chwili mogę się stąd ruszyć.
I idź i załatw jakieś gówno w moutains
Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth
I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady
I ' m the bomb baby, cuz what I write is beyond crazy
Jestem Don z teflonową zbroją, dobra karma, mac palmer
Mów mi Arab Diesel bo jestem track bomber
Zrozumiałem, my niggaz ain ' t got it cracked
Wszystko co robimy to dollar stack, get twisted like bottlecaps
Podczas gdy ty na bloku zostajesz oskarżony
We island hopping, globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United
Jest impreza i wszyscy są zaproszeni.
The headliners is Theodore and everybody ' s excited
Kurwa mać, najwyższy czas zabrać to z powrotem do bloku.
Grupa zadaniowa nadchodzi, mam crack w skarpetce.
White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops
To ci kolesie, dilerzy, 1-6-Ooh
Postać przestępcza, plujka rymów, plujka z pistoletu też
Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I' m Rick Rude
I nie ma wielu mothafa * * kas mógłby zmieścić się w buty Ricka
Człowieku, słuchaj, lśniący lód, oni kochają nasze życie
Tak jak piłkarze kochają białe kobiety.
Biały len, ciasny Dżins, ten tyłek wygląda w nich
Cholera, jeżdżę na nich, cool as Kahlua ' s with ice in 'em, shit…
Aiyo, yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back)
Nigdy, synu, trzymaj to, jesteś mistrzem ataku rapu
So knick knack patty Wack (This is how we do it black)
(Slap you with the almanac) Where actual facts is sold as facts
"We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones"
Podróżując po świecie, gdy palimy kości
We grinding, y ' all niggaz know what we do we get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too
Hit you up, something nice ' til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New jack tool
Ja i mój koleś Toney
Nie pieprzymy się z fałszywymi kontraktami i czarnuchami.
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I położyć się na brzegu rzeki, po prostu wyluzować, zrelaksować się kopułka
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Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef