Necro — Glenwood Projects tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
«Glenwood mother-fuckin' Projects, that was the fuckin' place man. Fuckin'
Crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4, weapons, blowguns, every
Mother-fuckin' thing — what a fuckin' rush. We were cookin' the shit up, an'
I smoked it up an' the Jamaicans man, they came back, fuckin' torched the
Place, with me mother-fuckin' in it! I couldn’t get out the fuckin
Apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fuckin window, it was
Fuckin' dynamite!»
Ill Bill lost sanity — lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze, cannabis sativa — spit ether — violently
Very vociferous — victorious — hotter than a crematorium — I’ll kill all of you
Kill you — mother-fuck you — Drop dead faggit it’s the dragon
.44 Magnum — splatter you in front of your family
My fire arms, never be tired — up in the air
Throw a bullet up in each eye — an' one in ya ear
I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain
We got the whole world scratching they heads
Life is like a high-jacked airliner, but we managed to win
Back to the crib, breakin up the cash and the brick
Havin a bitch — flashin the tits — While you crashing the whip
Laughin at hoes, taking facials in amateur flicks
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop — three in ya brain
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop — three in ya brain
I get impatient like a long bid — get so vexed I hit the wrong kid
Shit gets awkward, like I’m on a drug an' I can’t get off it Blank out — rip a shank out
Treat you like Vietcong — hit you like the weed in a bong
Your pussy like a G-string or thong
You think I’m sick? Fucked up? Oh am I?
You think you can’t die?
Don’t think your crazy cuz a years passed by Beat you down with my fuckin' hands tied
Now change your attitude, before you get cracked from different latitudes
By kids that are mad at you — they expect gratitude
I’ll strike a foe — even if you don’t know me you better act like you know
Especially if you’re soft — I’ve earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf
The gun I bust off will tear through your clothes like a moth
Your sloppy, cuz you start beef, and cop plees, but not me…
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop — three in ya brain
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop — three in ya brain
I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats
Or John Hinckley — run up on politicians with ski caps
Laser weapons — I bleed coke, happiness is like a warm gun
Run in ya crib slitting ya G’s throat
Cruise the block, whippin' uzi’s an' pop
Loosin the cops, whether new lots or zooming through Watts
The newest space suite, love rocking titties like grapefruits
Phase two — Rasta-ice inverted «Hey-Zeus» (Jesus)
I’m up in fat burger — bagging some codeine
So clean, pinstripe gat runners are Old G’s
Serving the fiends crack, dope and weed
Glenwood projects — we living the American dream
Screaming «hey pelican» — trains of coke on my cock
Handle bars like «Vivica» — with nipples and crotch
We toured — drive-bys on the mongoose with Glocks
This ain’t rhetorical, the story gets worse — you get shot
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop — three in ya brain
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop — three in ya brain
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
"Glenwood Mother-Fuckin' Projects, that was the fuckin ' place man. Kurwa.
Crack pali całą noc. Gotuję, sprzedaję C4, Broń, dmuchawy, wszystko.
Kurwa mać, co za pośpiech. Przygotowywaliśmy to gówno.
Wypaliłem go, a Jamajczyk wrócił i podpalił.
Miejsce. Nie mogłem się wydostać.
Mieszkanie, zamknęli mnie, musiałem wyjść przez jebane okno.
Pieprzony dynamit!»
Ill Bill lost sanity — lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze, cannabis sativa-spit ether-violently
Bardzo głośny-zwycięski-gorętszy niż krematorium-zabiję was wszystkich
"Kill you" - mother-fuck you-Drop dead faggit it ' s the dragon
.44 Magnum-splatter you in front of your family
My fire arms, never be tired-up in the air
"Throw a bullet up in each eye-an' one in ya ear —
Mówię heroiną, oddycham trawką, wącham kokainę.
Podrasowane poziomy kiedy podglądałem Courtney zabić Cobaina
Mamy cały świat drapiący ich głowy.
Życie jest jak wysoko postawiony samolot, ale udało nam się wygrać.
/ Align = "left" /
Havin a bitch-flashin the CYC-While you crashing the whip
Laughin w hoes, biorąc twarzy w amatorskich filmów
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids
I put the D into Drugs and the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs and the T into Thugs
I put the C into ' Caine and the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop-three in ya brain
I put the D into Drugs and the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs and the T into Thugs
I put the C into ' Caine and the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop-three in ya brain
Jestem niecierpliwy jak długa licytacja-tak się denerwuję, że uderzyłem złego dzieciaka
Gówno robi się niezręczne, jakbym był na prochach i nie mogę się z tego wyrwać-wyrwać nóż
Treat you like Vietcong-hit you like the weed in a bong
Your pussy like a G-string or thong
Myślisz, że jestem chory? Pojebane? Czyżby?
Myślisz, że nie możesz umrzeć?
Nie myśl, że jesteś szalony, bo mijały lata, Kiedy cię pokonałem, mając związane ręce.
Teraz zmień swoje nastawienie, zanim dostaniesz pęknięcia z różnych szerokościach geograficznych
Przez dzieci, które są na Ciebie wściekłe-oczekują wdzięczności
Uderzę wroga-nawet jeśli mnie nie znasz lepiej zachowuj się jakbyś wiedział
Zwłaszcza jeśli jesteś miękki-zasłużyłem na swoje paski jak Schwarzkopf
Broń, którą wyrwę, rozerwie twoje ubrania jak ćma.
Jesteś niechlujny, bo zaczynasz wołowinę, i glina błaga, ale nie ja.…
I put the D into Drugs and the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs and the T into Thugs
I put the C into ' Caine and the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop-three in ya brain
I put the D into Drugs and the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs and the T into Thugs
I put the C into ' Caine and the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop-three in ya brain
"I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats"
John Hinckley - bieg na 100 metrów przez płotki
Laser weapons-i bleed coke, happiness is like a warm gun
Run in ya crib podcinając gardło ya G
Cruise the block, whippin ' uzi 's an' pop
/ Align = "left" /
The newest space suite, love rocking titties like grejpfruits
Faza druga-Rasta-lód odwrócony "Hej-Zeus" (Jezus)
Jestem na górze w fat burger-workach trochę kodeiny
Tak czysto, w paski Gat biegacze są stare G ' S
Serving the fiends crack, dope and weed
Glenwood projects-we living the American dream
Screaming " hey pelican — - trains of coke on my cock
Uchwyty typu "Vivica" - z sutkami i kroczem
Jeździliśmy na mongoose z Glockami.
To nie jest pytanie retoryczne, historia się pogarsza — dostajesz kulkę
I put the D into Drugs and the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs and the T into Thugs
I put the C into ' Caine and the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop-three in ya brain
I put the D into Drugs and the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs and the T into Thugs
I put the C into ' Caine and the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop-three in ya brain