Sicx — High Off Murder tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Welcome to the mind of a crazed net
The nigga that hit you with the siccness smoking a gat like a blunt
Hella thoughts cloud my mind til my 9 think on its own all alone
But my chrome seem to find a way to that dome
Coming off that murder
Letting off that trigga sound like liquor
Get me high every time I see a drive-by
Die, nigga, die!
Gets me loaded when that body drops
Shot em up and let em rot and once one start one never stops
BOOM!
Right beside an accidental homicides
Ya mommas cry cause ya died from a suicide
And on TV a schizo in the shopping mall
Load up the gauge and on the page ya say ya killed em all
Ya know the feeling when ya first let ya gat loose
And smoked em up it gave me that much more juice
Look at ya victim dead too
Going up in that head, fool
Shoulda known to shoot first
Rule #2: Never let a nigga walk up
Rule #3: Always keep that milla loaded up
Cause ya never know and rule muthafuckin 4:
Never go toe-to-toe cause rule #1:
Muthafuckas always pack a gun
So, keep shooting like a niggafied Al Cappone
And if he run up, make sure that his brain’s gone
Cause every bullet got a name
For every single victim tryna come up in this game
So introduce yourself to my 9 millameta 9 yo
Anti-gospel
Coming from that muthafuckin macho
Block and if ya hear a shot ring out
Run for cover
Because his brother
Is comin high off of MURDER
Now come that nigga
With a pistol trigga to let go
Kiss em like a missletoe
Load em up and let em know my 44 done woke up
Now time for the killa to loc up like sunshine
And meetin up with the angel that came up with that Manson mind
So from that wickedness the siccness came
Semi-Cartione
Guess he all on whose got the siccest brain
Theyre quite the same in this daily game of deuce-four
Loadin up from that mob, what the fuck you let me loose for?
High off of murda like a fat sack of green bud
Playin off a dead corpse full of 44 slugs
So when ya feel my rope tighten up
Lighten up unless ya want a 44 magnum
Hidin up that ass
That nigga from the city of Sac
I’m comin back like the Yeti and I’m dressed in pitch black
Me shootin em up me shootin em up punk
Niggas be knew comin up to close
Now be loadin em up for my own folks
Don’t doze yo
I’m comin around the corner to bust a hot one in that asshole
So fool catch this quick
Another clip off 44 rounds’ll put a nigga down quick
That makes the brain tick
Guess I’ll slap another clip
Loc up on a nigga POP
Ya the fool
S heart stopped
And if ya hear a shot ring out
Run for cover
Because his brother
Is comin high off of MURDER
It’s that nigga
That one that’s from Bellini Block
Cock up on them niggas
Ya got assisted to get that ass shot
When I’m on that Glock
Ain’t no need for me to flake the funk
How many’s in my clip that many bodies going in my trunk, nigga
Ya been fuckin with the wrong fool all along
I’m from the Creek and I’mma mob on each and every son
So if ya claiming throw ya set and let’s get em up
And like a dummy he try to rush me and I just lit him up
Boom
Ya niggas always sleeping on a small one
But now you’re leaking while I’m drinking on a tall one
Looking for whoever funk with the flow
The one they call the devil’s at ya muthafuckin door
Knockity-knock nigga can ya come outside and play?
And before the streetlights go on you’ll be dead up in that alleyway
It’s like every day’ll be a fantasy full of bodies full of bullet holes
Smoking that ass like some new vogues
So hit reverse light em up and take a long pull
Look up in that mirror cause that murda got me all fooled
Like E & J that erk and jerk gotta work and coke and zip gotta put much love up
in that work ya heart up in ya own shit
Ya hear that 'click' best be knowin where it’s coming from
That M-O to the Double B
EBK all up on that gun
Upon it once upon a time a chronic dime bag
Zig-zag be that hollow point
Glowing like a joint
Be the one that sends ya khakis through my set
My happy to that back full my gat like in 20 ec
Nigga where you at? Lookin up and twisted dank
What ya think? Lookin for my muthafuckin shank
HIGH OFF OF MURDA
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Welcome to the mind of a crazed net
Czarnuch, który uderzył cię syccness paląc Gnata jak blunt
Hella thoughts cloud my mind til my 9 think on its own all alone
Ale mój chrom zdaje się znaleźć drogę do tej kopuły.
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"Get me high every time I see a drive-by"
Giń, czarnuchu, giń!
"Gets me loaded when that body drops"
Shot em up and let em GT and once one start one never stops
Bum!
Tuż obok przypadkowego zabójstwa
Ya mommas cry cause ya died from a suicide
A w telewizji schizo w centrum handlowym
Załaduj wskaźnik i na stronie ya say ya killed em all
Ya know the feeling when ya first let ya gat loose
I wypaliłem je, to dało mi dużo więcej soku.
Zobacz też
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Shoulda known to shoot first
Zasada nr 2: "Never let a nigga walk up"
Zasada nr 3: Zawsze trzymaj tę Millę załadowaną.
Because ya never know and rule muthafuckin 4:
"Never go to toe-to-toe Cause rule #1":
Mutafuckas zawsze pakuje Broń
Kręć dalej jak czarny Al Cappone.
A jeśli podbiegnie, upewnij się, że jego mózg zniknął.
Bo każda kula ma imię
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Więc Przedstaw się mojej 9 millameta 9 yo
Anty-gospel
Od tego pierdolonego macho.
Block and if ya hear a shot ring out
Run for cover
Ponieważ jego brat
Is coming high off of MURDER
Now come that nigga
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Kiss em like a missletoe
Załaduj je i daj im znać mój 44 done obudził się
Teraz czas na killa, by loc up like sunshine
I spotkać się z aniołem, który wymyślił umysł Mansona
Więc z tej nikczemności pochodzi sycący
Półkartion
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Są takie same w tej codziennej grze dwójek-czwórek.
Po co mnie, kurwa, wypuściłeś?
High off of murda like a fat wora of green bud
Playin off a dead corpse full of 44 slugs
So when ya feel my rope Tight up
Rozchmurz się, chyba że chcesz 44 magnum.
Ukryj się w tym tyłku.
Ten Czarnuch z miasta Sac
I 'm coming back like the Yeti and I' m dressed in pitch black
Me shootin em up me shootin em up punk
Niggas be known coming up to close
Teraz ładuj je dla moich własnych ludzi.
Don ' t doze yo
Idę za róg, żeby rozwalić tego dupka.
So fool catch this quick
Kolejny magazynek z 44 nabojami szybko powali czarnucha.
To sprawia, że mózg działa.
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Loc up on a nigga POP
Ya the fool
Zatrzymanie akcji serca
And if ya hear a shot ring out
Run for cover
Ponieważ jego brat
Is coming high off of MURDER
To ten Czarnuch.
Ten z Bellini Block
Cock up on them niggas
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"When I' m on that Glock"
Ain ' t no need for me to flake the funk
Ile jest w moim klipie tyle ciał w moim bagażniku, czarnuchu
Cały czas zadarłeś z niewłaściwym głupcem.
Jestem ze strumienia i jestem motłochem na każdym I każdym synu.
So if ya claiming throw ya set and let ' s get em up
I jak głupek próbował mnie pogonić, a ja go podpaliłam.
Boom
Ya niggas always sleeping on a small one
Ale teraz przeciekasz, a ja piję na wysokim.
Looking for who funk with the flow
The one they call the devil ' s at ya mutafuckin door
Puk-puk czarnuchu możesz wyjść i się pobawić?
I zanim zapalą się światła uliczne, będziesz martwy w tej alejce.
To tak jakby każdy dzień był fantazją pełną ciał pełnych dziur po kulach.
Smoking that ass like some new vogues
/ Więc włącz wsteczny, / Rozświetl em i pociągnij za spust.
Spójrz w lustro, bo murda mnie nabrał.
Like E & J that erk and jerk gotta work and coke and zip gotta put much love up
in that work ya heart up in ya own shit
Ya hear that 'click' best be knowin where it ' s coming from
That M-O to the Double B
/ Align = "left" /
Upon it once upon a time a chronic dime bag
Zig-Zag be that hollow point
/ Align = "left" /
Be the one that sends ya khaki through my set
My happy to that back full my gat like in 20 ec
Czarnuchu, gdzie jesteś? Looking up and twisted dank
Co o tym myślisz? Looking for my mutafuckin shank
HIGH OFF OF MURDA