Public Enemy — Give It Up tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Give It Up", wykonawca: Public Enemy.
Tekst piosenki
Aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m aight if you aight
I be better — get some of that bass
aight, yeah
[Rinkin twinkin body shakin
Nuffattackin brain’s a rackin
Clock tockin Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav ain’t never shavin]
(one, two, three four)
Verse One: Chuck D It’s another record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level
It’s who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts
I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a demo
I took a 98 cause I never liked a limo
But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that’s what’s up Some ain’t gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I’m buildin back your brain
Wreckin records with funky stuff
Am I loud enough? You got ta give it up Chorus: Flavor Flav
Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up repeat #2 -- (occasional) Chuck D vocal
yeah
you gots ta give it up now
Verse Two: Chuck D Come again with the same old bounce
I’m calling a foul and once again it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and that’s wack
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin «I don’t care», it’s on
I’m comin with a rhyme I’m lettin go a rhyme
I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times
Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don’t hear me though, so here I go
I’m sick and tired so Sly’ll take ya higher
When I’m takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I’m givin but never cotton pickin
Like James Brown I’m sayin it loud
Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain’t gonna change, some ain’t gonna change
Some ain’t gonna never ever change
Some ain’t gonna change, some ain’t gonna change
Some ain’t gonna NEVER EVER change!]
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav
And when I’m coming, some young dumb and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving young
Some don’t know like Run said so here we go Where it is inside, whoop there it is There it is
[There it is, damn right
My man X is a bad mother {shut your mouth)
I’m talking about Terminator, he’s the man]
There it is, can you hit me off with another one
I never did represent doing dumb shit
Some gangsta lying — I’d rather diss Presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I’ll swing em I vocalize, I just rap, I don’t sing em Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em Go Grandmama, close but no cigar
I got mine, for I’m using my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and that’s clever
Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones that take em Rugged for no reason, down in duck season
I don’t want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check yaself before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up Chorus (fades out)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
/ Align = "left" /
I ' m aight if you aight
I be better-get some of that bass
w porządku, tak.
[Rinkin twinkin body shakin
Nuffattackin brain ' s a rackin
Clock Tockin Chuck shockin
Flavor Flav ain ' t never shavin]
(one, two, three four)
Zwrotka pierwsza: Chuck D It ' s another record, check it, mad methods
By położyć moich braci i siostry na łożu śmierci.
Wiesz, że oszukiwał, brał, co chciał, ale teraz ty zgłupiałeś.
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level
To ciebie się boją.
Kto chroni nas przed nami, a ty przed tobą
Tak i liczy się
I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a demo
Wziąłem 98, bo nigdy nie lubiłem limuzyny.
But pump pump PU-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that 's what' s up Some ain ' t gonna change, I got em in a range
Muszę przeorganizować, więc buduję twój mózg.
Wreckin records with funky stuff
Jestem wystarczająco głośna? You got ta give it up Refren: Flavor Flav
Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up repeat #2 -- (okazjonalnie) Chuck D wokal
tak.
musisz się poddać.
Zwrotka druga: Chuck D Come again with the same old bounce
Ogłaszam faul i po raz kolejny się liczy.
Mad tense Mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and that ' s wack
Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "I don ' t care", it ' s on
I 'm coming with a rhyme I' m lettin go a rhyme
I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times
Nazwij mnie wykład Hannibala, tak sprawdziłem ją
Ale mnie nie słyszą, więc idę.
I 'm sick and tired so Sly' ll take ya higher
When I ' m takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I ' m givin but never cotton pickin
Jak James Brown mówię to głośno
Jestem wystarczająco głośna? Huh, you got ta give it up
[Some ain 't gonna change, some ain' t gonna change
Some ain ' t gonna never ever change
Some ain 't gonna change, some ain' t gonna change
Niektóre nigdy się nie zmienią!]
Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav
A kiedy nadchodzę, jakiś młody głupi i pełny sperma
Jakieś wątpliwości co do moich lekcji o ratowaniu młodych
Niektórzy nie wiedzą, jak powiedział Run, więc idziemy, gdzie to jest w środku, whoop tam to jest tam to jest
[There it is, damn right
My man X is a bad mother {shut your mouth)
Mówię o Terminatorze.]
Proszę bardzo, możesz mi dać jeszcze jedną.
Nigdy nie reprezentowałem robienia głupiego gówna.
Some gangsta lying-I ' d rather diss Presidents
Dead OR alive, bring em and I 'll swing em I vocalize, I just rap, I don' t sing em Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing em Go Grandma, close but no cigar
I got mine, for I ' m using my rhyme
/ Align = "left" /
Daj mi trochę czasu, by zapobiec jakiejś zbrodni.
A kto za tym stoi?
/ Align = "left" /
Nie chcę, żeby moja mama była na ulicy w zbroi.
Więc sprawdź yaself przed ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up Chorus (fades out)