Mistah F.A.B. — 2 MPH tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I’m lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger’s behind me So never you mind me, I’m just hustling, grindin
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I’m ready
I’ll die for my family dog but I’ll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until
It ain’t no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, that’s from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga’s asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again
Cause we don’t play the game to say we play, we play to win
Leanin to the side, you cain’t speed through
Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you
Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the do'
«Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'»
Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I’m still a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven’t scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D’s on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs
is at Oakland down to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats
It’s gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess with me And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause they cain’t get me Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, I’ll get that key
Take that jet out to West, let’s swang and get our swerve on Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy very slow
They like «Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes»
I’m leanin to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people lookin
I’m beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take notes lil young-un
I’m movin slow mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the side do'
You know I’m just a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo'
«Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'»
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Coming down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I ' m looking good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, The fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger 's behind me So never you mind me, I' m just hustling, grindin
Moje kieszenie są ciężkie, a diamenty ślepe.
Moje pistolety są naładowane i odbezpieczone, więc wiedz, że jestem gotowy.
Umrę za mojego psa, ale zabiję za mój piękny dzień.
R. I. P. to my baby bro, UGK until
It ain ' t no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
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Mamy papier do zrobienia i fałszywe dupska czarnucha do przymknięcia
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Pokaż swoje plany na niebie, bo ten jest dla Ciebie.
Keep on keepin it true, fuck hateers and again
Bo nie gramy w grę, by powiedzieć, że gramy, gramy, by wygrać.
Leanin na bok, nie możesz się przebić.
Dwie mile na godzinę, żeby wszyscy cię widzieli.
Ridin alone, with the pistol in the do'
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'»
Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I ' m still a kid
Dwadzieścia sześć, felgi w tym samym wieku co ja, kumasz?
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Jak moi chłopcy w Teksasie, uderzają w róg na tych płytach.
Siedzenie z tyłu, wiesz jak my alfonsi będziemy trzymać głowę w górze Bun B, spoczywaj w pokoju Pimp C a mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven ' t draped
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Hejterzy są na to wściekli, Chamillionaire, skąd F. A. B. To ma?
Dwa dziesięciocentówki w samochodzie, jak źle to wygląda? King of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast sprowadził Cali z powrotem, wrzucił kilka D na Cadillaca
Palę tyle, mam kataraktę, zwijam się.
F. A. B. get love where F. A. B. is at, from The Bay to the South where them slabs
jest w Oakland aż do Houston, tylko rollin z dzikimi kotami
To jest gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mat with me And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all because they cain' t get me 10 vehicles zaparked in the yard, choose your choice, I ' ll get that key
Take that jet out to West, let 's swang and get our swerve on Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Samochód stoi bardzo nisko, pimp that caddy bardzo wolno
"Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"»
I ' m leanin to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people looking
I ' m beatin down the block, giving the streets an ass Shoppin
Podglądaj sposób poruszania się gracza, notuj lil young-un
Ruszam się powoli, leanin z potężnego fo'
Pistolet na kolanach, i jeszcze jeden na boku.
Wiesz, że jestem tylko młodym kanciarzem.
Getting cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo'
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'»