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Mr. Hood Critic
Unh… yeah…
I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight
Me & my nigga 'Cise…
We done hooked some smooth shit up for y’all…
And we bout to throw down in this bitch, ya heard mes?
I had plenty of you niggas who that I couldn’t, do it Do what?
Grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, time to get to it Fuuuuuck how y’all niggas do it,
She quick to pursue it til' his pockets smell like body fluid,
Some niggas be walkin' up at the line,
Blow job then slob on my knob, bitch I been the shit
BITCH I BEEN THE SHIT!!!
Ain’t nothin' you can do to me
What this muthafucka talkin' about nigga who me?
Yeah you, said who see?
I’m bout’z to make gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast,
Bout time your muthafuckin' ass,
Put a nigga on the muthafuckin' map with’cha bitch ass
Wit’cha bitch ass
Takin' how long?
How long it took?
It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' years just to make a rap song.
But I’m on my winnings, in fact now niggas is jealous,
Y’all niggas don’t faze me,
Hoes gone… hate me,
Bust up and then I may get they lips bloody,
Your back nutty,
Aw, y’all niggas ain’t ready for me,
But if you want me, who clamps?
I’m shell-bound, watch me throw down on my first go-round,
Here’s our shit, properly did it and now you’re evicted,
Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
You’re all on my dick hun,
Get one, lick one,
Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man, you’re done,
Fuck it, it’s all good,
I’m not that nigga, I’m not that nigga, I’m not that nigga either, understood?
You’re all on my dick hun
Mr. Hood Critic
Get one
Only way to keep my muthafuckin' name
Out your muthafuckin' mouth
Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT!
Roll like a tank,
Comin' cold like a shake,
Every move that I make,
Be smooth like a, snake,
I got what it takes to make your eyes burn,
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,
I dress better than a drug dealer,
Cuz when I jump shop I’m on my job nigga,
20/20 couldn’t see me Who you?
Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be…
Follow me now, open sesame,
You niggas ain’t ready for the best of me,
I’m takin' you niggas nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy,
I’m comin' up fast, runnin' in more ass,
Sharp as glass,
Bitch you might think this nigga be lickin' the pussy cuz my tongue fast,
Hoe, but that’s a no-no,
Oh, you mean you don’t know?
Mr. Hood Critic told you what? I’m lickin' pussy on the down-low?
Now if I’d did it, I’d admit it and walk around proud,
But tellin' no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain’t allowed,
Now I be comin' around the mountain like «Oh Susanna»
Nigga where the fuck you from?
New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the boot camp clicc,
And now it’s time for rest of you muthafuckas
to bow down and respect the South shit,
Get your mouth split,
That’s what thing that you can do up with this chemistry,
The Boot Camp Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry
You all on my dick, hun
Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to keep my muthafuckin' name,
From out your muthafuckin' mouth,
Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT!
G’s oh, G-Quikk's a G so,
Want me to creep these hoes? I’ma keep these hoes,
On they tippy-tippy toes,
Shovin' that dick all in your daughter,
Called a nigga, fucked a nigga,
Sucked a lil' dick
BUT CAN’T GET A QUARTER!!!
I’m not your everyday extraordinary busta,
Another soldier out that boot camp,
Bustin' you dick suckers
From walkin' round town tryin' to call Michelle,
Hit slow like shit you jump now nigga
Ain’t nothin' colder, ain’t nothin' cooler…
Ooh! Don’t let the smooth ice fool ya Cuz I ain’t that type of nigga to get my…
Ass kicked
Caught 'em talkin'
Cash hit
Cha-CHING!
Bitch another smash hit
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Mr. Hood Critic
Tak.…
I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight
Me & my nigga ' Cise…
We done hooked some smooth shit up for y ' all…
A my zaraz dorzucimy się do tej suki, słyszeliście mes?
Miałem wielu czarnuchów, których nie mogłem zrobić.
Chwyć długopis i papier, rozpal ogień do Blunta, czas się do niego dostać Fuuuuuck how y ' all niggas do it,
Szybko się za nim ugania, aż jego kieszenie pachną płynem.,
Some niggas be walkin ' up at the line,
Blow job then slob on my knob, bitch I been the shit
BYŁEM GÓWNEM!!!
Ain 't nothin' you can do to me
Co ten skurwiel mówi o czarnuchu kim ja?
Tak, ty, kto to widział?
I 'm bout' z to make gash, drivin '' em out quick fast,
Bout time your muthafuckin ' ass,
Put a nigga on the muthafuckin 'map with' you bitch ass
Wit ' Cha bitch ass
Jak długo?
Jak długo to trwało?
Zajęło czarnuchowi trzynaście pieprzonych lat, żeby stworzyć rapową piosenkę.
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Y 'all niggas don' t faze me,
"Hoes gone ... hate me",
Bust up and then I may get they lips bloody,
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Aw, y 'all niggas ain' t ready for me,
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I ' m shell-bound, watch me throw down on my first go-round,
Tu jest nasz towar, zrobiony właściwie, a teraz jesteś eksmitowany.,
Teraz przyznaj to, pieprzyć to yin-yang, mówisz za moimi plecami Panie Hood krytycy,
You ' re all on my dick hun,
"Get one, lick one",
Cholera synu, mówisz o mnie? Jealous man, you ' re done,
Pieprzyć to, wszystko jest w porządku.,
Nie jestem tym czarnuchem, nie jestem tym czarnuchem, nie jestem też tym czarnuchem, zrozumiano?
You ' re all on my dick hun
Mr. Hood Critic
Get one
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Z Twoich pieprzonych ust
To trzymać gębę na kłódkę!
Roll like a tank,
Comin ' cold like a shake,
Every move that I make,
Be smooth like a, snake,
I got what it takes to make your eyes burn,
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Ubieram się lepiej niż Diler.,
Cuz when I jump shop I ' m on my job nigga,
20/20 nie widział mnie Kto ty?
Q to the U to The I to the K, K, I be…
Chodź za mną, sezamie otwórz się.,
You niggas ain ' t ready for the best of me,
I' m takin 'you niggas nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy,
I 'm comin' up fast, runnin ' in more ass,
Sharp as glass,
Suka you might think this nigga be lickin ' w cipki Boz mój język szybko,
Hoe, but that ' s a no-no,
To znaczy, że nie wiesz?
Co powiedział Pan krytyk Hood? Ja liżę cipki na dole?
Gdybym to zrobił, przyznałbym się i chodził dumny.,
But tellin 'no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain' t allowed,
Teraz chodzę po górach jak " Oh Susanna»
Skąd jesteś?
Nowy Orlean, Luizjana,
Home Of the Boot camp clicc,
A teraz czas na resztę z was, skurwysyny.
kłaniać się i szanować Południowe gówno,
"Get your mouth split",
To jest to, co można zrobić z tą chemią,
Obóz Szkoleniowy Clicc zrzuca bomby na przemysł
Wy wszyscy na moim fiucie, hun.
Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to keep my muthafuckin ' name,
From out your muthafuckin ' mouth,
To trzymać gębę na kłódkę!
G 'S oh, G-Quikk' S A G so,
Chcesz, żebym się wkurzyła na te dziwki? Zatrzymam te dziwki.,
On they tippy-Tippy toes,
Shovin ' that dick all in your daughter,
Called a nigga, fucked a nigga,
Wciągnęło a lil ' dick
ALE NIE MOGĘ DOSTAĆ ĆWIERĆDOLARÓWKI!!!
Nie jestem twoją codzienną, niezwykłą Bustą.,
Kolejny żołnierz z obozu dla rekrutów,
Bustin ' you dick suckers
From walkin 'round town tryin' to call Michelle,
Hit slow like shit you jump now nigga
Ain' t nothin 'colder, ain' t nothin ' cooler…
Ooh! Don 't let the smooth ice fool ya Cuz I ain' t that type of nigga to get my…
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Caught 'em talkin'
Cash hit
Cha-ching!
Bitch another smash hit