The Madd Rapper — Ghetto tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Word up…
You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, thats off top…
(Carl Thomas) «I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the
Way, I’m ghetto»
(Raekwon) Thats right, thats what I’m talkin' 'bout, tell the young boys
Out there man"
(D-Dot) «Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it’s rare
Form»
(Carl Thomas) «Spend a dollar on some wine, hand my clothes out on the
Line, I’m ghetto»
(Raekwon) «Now ya’ll niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger»
(Carl Thomas) «See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour
Baby, I’m ghetto»
(Raekwon) «Yall wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every
Three seconds»
(Carl Thomas) «I'm not ashamed of my Fam, I can’t help it who I am, I’m
Ghetto»
(D-Dot) «We just wanna talk to ya’ll, tell ya’ll a lil' somethin'»
(Raekwon) «I tell the story for the young black youths out there»
(Verse 1: Raekwon)
Yo, it started out in East New York
Where I grew up, knew how to walk
Favorite carry weapon was a fork
Older folks smoked out, straglers
Almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar
Starvin' for mine, bust three at ya
Dad fucked up consecutively
Him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' Pussy
Moms dropped him on the spot
Smacked me in the knot
Only he gave you was your name and these blocks
That’s ya Pops
Still, thats me still
Keep it real
If it wasn’t for him and his steel there probably wouldn’t be a meal
We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out
Three days away from home he stoned out
Coke on the table, pressin' redial
Son I’m sendin' you home, nigga you foul
Yo, why you doin' that? but gettin' big
Half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh shit, got this bitch seeded
Cop pleaded
What should I do? knock your self off, God succeeded
And the most scariest part? Better have heart
Cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart
Make a brick and get barred
Shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black carry-on, ready to die for the family hard
Alcoholic vultures with toasters
Sheep skins on
Leather V Bombers, bums with no coats on
We livin' financially fucked up, gotta have credit
Smoke a bag of wet and set it
The block we deaded
Society wrong, we too black and too strong to prolong
Got my woman with a gun in her thong
It’s kinda wild how we livin'
The Devil fall has arisen
We travel from here to prison
A presidency shelter for my elders
That’s real, cause we need them and they need us, that’s wealth for ya
Leavin' on this moment
Meditate, Four in the Mornin'
Nigga you straight…
Chorus (Carl Thomas)
I got hustlin' on my mind otherwise I’m feelin' fine, I’m ghetto
I like black tint on my car, at the park a Superstar, I’m ghetto
See me cruisin' down the lane, two miles per hour Baby, I’m ghetto
I’m not ashamed of my Fam, I can’t help it who I am, I’m ghetto
(Verse 2: Madd Rapper)
Born in the gutter
A Black Pops and a Puerto Rican Mother
I kept a stolen whip and razor sharp box cutter
Known from Albany Ave to 98th and Sutter
My leathers was pleathers while ya’lls was butter
Robbin' and hustlin' anything for a profit
Thirteen years old 3 Months in Spofford
Crime, I couldn’t stop it
Didn’t pass the Tenth grade
School was cool but it didn’t keep our rent paid
So every Wednesday me and my Dogs
Hop the train for a Ki in the Bronx
Knowin' all along the shit was wrong
Ain’t the first and damn sure ain’t the last
It keeps goin' on, so keep movin' on
Same old story, my Pops left
Waves and Pony’s and mock necks
Tre’s and Forty’s and hot sex
With around the way bitches
From around the way riches, yo, my block reps
I stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I network
Million dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirts
So pardon my appearance, everythings all good
Nigga I’m just like you except I’m from the hood
Chorus (Carl Thomas)
I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth on the way, I’m ghetto
(D-Dot — this goes out to all my peoples in the hood, in ghettos all
Around the nation and all around the World, knowhatI’msayin'?)
Spend a dollar on some wine, hang my clothes out on the line, I’m ghetto
See me cruisin' down the lane, doin' two miles per hour Baby, I’m ghetto
I’m not ashamed of my Fam, I can’t help it who I am, I’m ghetto
Does anyone mind the truth ya’ll?
Does anyone mind the truth ya’ll?
Does anyone mind the truth ya’ll?
Does anyone mind the truth ya’ll?
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Word up…
You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, thats off top…
(Carl Thomas) " mam rachunki i gówno do zapłacenia, i kolejne usta na
Way, I ' m ghetto»
(Raekwon) Thats right, thats what I' m talkin '' bout, tell the young boys
Out there man"
"Takin' it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it ' s rare
Postać»
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"Now ya' ll niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger»
"See me cruisin' down the lane, doin ' two miles per hour
Baby, I ' m ghetto»
(Raekwon) "Yall wanna go miejsc jak Vegas i Beverly Hills jak każdy
Trzy sekundy»
(Carl Thomas) " nie wstydzę się mojej rodziny, nic na to nie poradzę kim jestem, jestem
Getto»
"We just wanna talk to ya 'll, tell ya' ll a lil'somethin'»
(Raekwon) "I tell the story for the young black youths out there»
(Werset 1: Raekwon)
Zaczęło się we wschodnim Nowym Jorku.
Gdzie dorastałem, wiedziałem jak chodzić
Ulubioną bronią był widelec.
Staruszów, staruszów, staruszów
Prawie musiałem zgarnąć Marvina Haglar ' a.
Starvin ' for mine, bust three at ya
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On i jego krewni to gangsterzy, Sprzedający cipki
Mama podrzuciła go na miejsce.
Walnął mnie w supeł.
Tylko On dał Ci twoje imię i te bloki.
That ' s Ya Pops
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Keep it real
Gdyby nie on i jego stal, pewnie nie byłoby posiłku.
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Trzy dni z dala od domu.
Coke on the table, pressin ' redial
Son I 'm sendin' you home, nigga you foul
Dlaczego to robisz? but gettin ' big
Half the niggas I run wit 'gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin ' a bid
O cholera, mam tę sukę zasianą
Glina
Co mam zrobić? "knock your self off, God succeed"
A najstraszniejsza część? Better have heart
Bo Lwy i wilki rozerwą cię na strzępy
"Make a brick and get barred"
Shoot joints, get involved
Nałóż odcienie na okna, biczuj samochody.
Tak, wszyscy giganci obracają się
Black carry-on, ready to die for the family hard
Alkoholowe sępy z tosterami
Owcze skóry na
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We livin ' finansowo zjebane, gotta have credit
"Smoke a bag of wet and set it"
The block we deaded
Społeczeństwo się myli, jesteśmy zbyt czarni i zbyt silni, by się przedłużyć.
"Got my woman with a gun in her thong"
It 's kinda wild how we livin'
Diabelski upadek powstał
Podróżujemy stąd do więzienia.
Schronisko prezydenckie dla starszych
To jest prawdziwe, ponieważ my ich potrzebujemy, a oni potrzebują nas, to jest bogactwo dla Ciebie
Leavin ' on this moment
Medytacja o czwartej nad ranem
Nigga you straight…
Chorus (Carl Thomas)
I got hustlin 'on my mind otherwise I' m feelin 'fine, I' m ghetto
I like black tint on my car, at the park a Superstar, I ' m ghetto
See me cruisin 'down the lane, two miles per hour Baby, I' m ghetto
Nie wstydzę się mojej rodziny, nic na to nie poradzę, kim jestem, jestem z getta.
(Wers 2: Madd Rapper)
Urodzeni w rynsztoku
A Black Pops and a Puerto Rican Mother
Trzymałem kradziony bicz i nóż do pudełek.
Znane od Albany Ave do 98th i Sutter
My leathers was pleathers while ya ' llls was butter
Robbin 'and hustlin' anything for a profit
Trzynaście lat 3 miesiące w Spofford
Crime, I couldn ' t stop it
Nie zaliczyła dziesiątej klasy.
Szkoła była fajna, ale nie płaciła czynszu.
Więc w każdą środę ja i moje psy
Hop the train for a Ki in the Bronx
Knowin ' all along the shit was wrong
Ain 't the first and damn sure ain' t the last
It keeps goin' on, so keep movin ' on
Ta sama stara historia, mój ojciec odszedł.
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Tre i czterdziestki i gorący seks
With around the way bitches
From around the way riches, yo, my block reps
I stay Brooklyn Zone, underground is how I network
Million dollar meetings in Timbs and bluesprzypisy
Więc wybacz mój wygląd, wszystko jest w porządku.
Nigga I 'm just like you except I' m from the hood
Chorus (Carl Thomas)
Mam rachunki i gówno do zapłacenia, i kolejna gęba w drodze, jestem Getto
(D-Dot-to idzie do wszystkich moich ludzi w dzielnicy, w gettach wszystkie
W całym kraju i na całym świecie, wiesz co mówię?)
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See me cruisin 'down the lane, doin' two miles per hour Baby, I ' m ghetto
Nie wstydzę się mojej rodziny, nic na to nie poradzę, kim jestem, jestem z getta.
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