Nappy Roots — Country Boyz tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
We just some country boys — country walk, country talk
Don’t bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it’s jumpin off
We just some country boys — country walk, country talk
Don’t bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it’s jumpin off
Uhhh. this nigga no games (games)
With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pick and roll chain (chain…)
Durag, heavy blue 'Lac — 85 South, don’t drive it too fast (too fast)
My niggas don’t roll no phillies
Get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches)
We don’t want no brand new Car
Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass (Cutlass)
Represent for the M-I-L, the A-T-L, the Naptown (Naptown)
Stay smokin that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound (half pound)
You know B. Stille in the cut, on the back po’ch Jig drillin it up
Black folks just livin it up, court next week not givin a fuck!
What’s up? Grown standin — only rap to them grown women (grown women)
Stay high, we’ll play shy, least till I can get home wittem
Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? — thinkin it is what it ain’t
I cain’t be trickin, so don’t be trippin, thinkin I can when I cain’t
Come on.
Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that
Waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side
Impala, country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the Monte Carlo
All clean (twenty inches) at the seam (plenty chickens)
Get the green (split the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem)
Craziest muh’fucker, what y’all niggas do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring
Hate, fake-niggas, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy
Cain’t take what a nigga make type of enemy
Smilin' in my face but they really ain’t no friend to me
Cain’t wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, y’all niggas ain’t feelin me!
Colt 45 e’rytime like Billy D
Ninety-five (?) leave through Tennessee
Quarter pound with the Crown fuckin wit my memory
Peanut butter (Rag-tops) — what’s fuckin wit that?!
(String beans) pork chops — what’s fuckin wit that?!
Dime sack (with the gnac') — what’s fuckin wit that?!
What’s fuckin with that?! What’s fuckin wit that?!
Every Chevy (on dubs) — what’s fuckin wit that?!
(Jodi-Bodi) strip clubs — what’s fuckin wit that?!
Nappy Roots (hey dawg) — what’s fuckin wit that?!
What’s fuckin wit that?! What’s fuckin wit that?!
Come down to the country, you won’t wanna go back
Vertical grills in front of the 'Lac
Blunts rolled so fat, put one in my back
Plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don’t want none-a that
Keep — my nine — right beside me, at all times
Cuz I be in the line, like somma these niggas you find
Don’t want you to shine, right yea.
From the side and nine-to-nine
Roll around here somethin tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin to', now my Eggo’s cold
See I’m a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?)
Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y’all been warned (Huh?)
Guns and more — better hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws
Fuck — yo life; buck — my chife
And I got my ride, fool, I’m ready to ride
For my yeggaz I’mma bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that’s fa sho' ya better know that
You a nasty ho, ya better show that
Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at
And if you ain’t wit that, we can show you where the do' at
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
We just some country boys-country walk, country talk
"Don' t bring it round here 'less ya know FA sho' it 's jumpin off"
We just some country boys-country walk, country talk
"Don' t bring it round here 'less ya know FA sho' it 's jumpin off"
Uhhh. this nigga no games (gry)
With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pick and roll chain (chain…)
Durag, heavy blue 'Lac — 85 South, don' t drive it too fast (too fast)
My niggas don ' t roll no phillies
Get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches)
We don ' t want no brand new Car
Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass (Cutlass)
Reprezentuj dla M-I-L, A-T-L, Naptown (Naptown)
Stay smokin that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound (half pound)
Wiesz B. Stille w cięciu, na plecach po ' Ch Jig drillin it up
Czarni tylko żyją, sąd w przyszłym tygodniu nie daje kurwa!
Co jest? Grown standin - tylko rap do nich dorosłe kobiety (grown women)
/ Align = "left" /
Shorty jak myślisz? Co pijesz? - thinkin it is what it ain ' t
Nie jestem podstępny, więc nie bądź trippin, thinkin I can when I cain ' t
Chodź.
Czarnuch to załatwił, jak kelnerka z IHOP
Nic poza kaszą, stekiem i jajkiem.
Czekając na naleśnika za pięć dolarów, z przodu do tyłu, z boku na bok.
Impala, country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the Monte Carlo
Wszystko czyste (dwadzieścia cali) w szew (mnóstwo kurczaków)
Get the green (split the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem)
"Craziest muh' fucker, what y 'all niggas do for cream"
"Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring"
Hate, fake-niggas, hoes, envy, greed, zazdrość
Cain ' t take what a nigga make type of enemy
Smilin 'in my face but they really ain' t no friend to me
/ Align = "left" /
Do diabła, nie czujecie mnie!
Colt 45 E ' czas jako Billy D
95 (?) leave through Tennessee
Ćwierć funta z Koroną Fucking wit my memory
Masło orzechowe.!
Kotlety wieprzowe?!
Dime sack (with the gnac') - what ' s fucking wit that?!
Co z tym kurwa?! Co to, kurwa, jest?!
Każdy Chevrolet (w dubs) - co to kurwa za dowcip?!
(Jodi-Bodi) kluby ze striptizem — co to kurwa za pomysł?!
Nappy Roots (hey dawg) - what ' s fucking wit that?!
Co to, kurwa, jest?! Co to, kurwa, jest?!
Przyjedź na wieś, nie będziesz chciał wracać.
Pionowe Grille przed " Lac
Blunts rolled so fat, put one in my back
Plus buncha country boys wit gats, you don ' t want none-A that
Keep-my nine-right beside me, at all times
Bo jestem w kolejce, jak somma te czarnuchy, które znajdziesz
Nie chcę, żebyś błyszczał.
From the side and nine-to-nine
Roll around here something tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin to', now my Eggo ' s cold
Widzisz, jestem wieśniakiem? Zamknij drzwi.)
Clinton i Gore (co? Ostrzegałem was.)
Guns and more-better hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya Boz they coming in with them laws
Fuck-yo life; buck-my chife
And I got my ride, fool, I ' m ready to ride
For my yeggaz i ' MMA bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that' s FA sho ' ya better know that
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