Tony Touch — The Club tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
The whole city’s under siege when we come through wit guns blazin
You need to take a seat son, you just started shavin
Respect ya elders, stay in a child’s play
The monotone flow stayin even wit the bass
Oh good Lord, we throw it like a javelin toss
Arrogance is the feature that we added for floss
Come and get headline, destined to get riches
From either rappin our ass off or brick shipments
Cover all regions, makin sure the product gets spread out
We talk behind the mac you bust lead out
Wit next prospect, no particular concept do we follow
Smooth but yet solid like marble
Niggas ain’t fuckin wit D, fuckin wit me
Lookin at me like «Yo, what can it be?»
In the wide body-7 while you suckin the D
Spent out in the wedge while I’m fuckin for free
Scared to death like you stuck in a tree
I’mma stretch your ass out like I’m cuttin the deed
Frontin like a big man but you stuck in a three
So you know your floss game ain’t nuttin to me
When the sun hits the cross, yo it’s something to see
R-B, Kid Capri niggas runnin wit me
Twenty karats on the wrist ain’t nuttin to me
Do you no good frontin to me, nigga
Aiyyo Tone, let’s Touch these niggas wit the wand
Then blow up like a bomb
Made moves faster than the Autobahn
The Kid Capri is a institution, and all ya’ll niggas is pollution
Starin up a whole lot of confusion
It’s simple, let’s move out all these corn cats
And disc jock dissin MC’s that got the borin raps
Fuck what ya got, grimy niggas don’t wanna hear it
Niggas take it, soon as they near it, you better fear it
Bronx Bomber, the pretty-fly girl charmer
The black Italian, the cash keep pilin as I’m smilin
So hear me now, I bring the thunder plus the rumble
And I’ll step back and watch your whole career just crumble
Well it’s the cheeba steamer, brains on trains, won’t eat her neither
Benz to the plane, off the plane to the Beemer
Insane and off the meter, in the rain I’ll heat up
And ya’ll can’t stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it on eight-track
Rip you from the roots and under
Triple gooses in the summer
Mean long guns is producin the thunder
Convertible Hummers, we shit on the Glock
Try to put the roof up, I’ll tell Show to piss on the top
Wrist on the watch, roll wit a click or a Glock
Plan on gettin a lot, from spittin or not
Cool wit niggas that be flippin a lot
Probably got shit on your block
And if you hate, I’ll take it back to '88 (Nigga, get off the top)
It’s two-g's, let’s get this money, you wit it or not
But I’ll switch topics like my bitch wit thongs in the tropics
Make hits, straight hits
Perform as long as I got it
Seven-digits wit my name on the dotted
Remain Dirty and potted, ya’ll know me for the ruckus
G.D. I only can fuck wit
Get the dutch and tell Tony to Touch it
Guns, I tote them things
Blunts, I smoke them things
Rhymes, I wrote them things
It’s no such thing, as hoes fron-ting
We run train, I do my thug thing
Grab the mic and leave a mud stain
So get Tide wit bleach when I rhyme wit beats
Niggas do crimes to eat
No pork, I don’t talk, the nines just speak
I’m the kind to creep on your block wit the heat cocked
Got the street locked, smackin niggas out they Reeboks
It’s Party Artie, I get dirty wit the Ewoks
The infrared hit you in the head from three blocks
Away, Been There Done That like Dr. Dre
It Ain’t My Fault like Silkk the Shocker say
Ya’ll niggas gots to pay, shots’ll spray
From the Bronx to Far Rockaway
My whole team, strapped like Bokeem
Fuck bein in jail, trapped wit no cream
I be the don that’s known to have the style sewn
More cheese than calzones, give chicks the dialtone
Build like brownstones when we slaughter your plan
Touch albums, so hot comes wit a portable fan
Type to starve the mic when I hog the light
Lay my life on the line if the odds is right
Gettin the, spot and gleam while you plot and scheme
To stop the team, three words nigga: watch and dream
You just mad hater, cuz we movin wit dough
You don’t make sense like wearin suede shoes in the snow
Finesse frontin? Y’all know me, I don’t stress nuttin
Bought your album, that’s how I broke the eject button
Don’t stress dudes, we just plot our next move
Make niggas look stupid like joggin pants wit dress shoes
The prophet, shit john blaze like the tropics
Type of nigga need a? just for my pockets
Don’t flex punks, we sex stunts, collect lumps
You flossin now, you be pardon by next month
Type of thug, yo I was born to bug
Waitin for us to fall, nigga join the club, what
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Całe miasto jest oblężone, gdy przechodzimy przez WIT guns blazin.
Musisz usiąść synu, dopiero co zacząłeś shavin
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The monotone flow stayin even wit the bass
Dobry Boże, rzucamy to jak rzut oszczepem.
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Come and get headline, destined to get riches
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Pokryć wszystkie regiony, upewniając się, że produkt zostanie rozłożony
Rozmawiamy za macem, którego aresztowałeś.
Wit next prospect, no specific concept do we follow
Gładkie, ale solidne jak marmur
Niggas ain ' t fucking wit d, Fucking wit me
Patrzysz na mnie jak na " Yo, co to może być?»
In the wide body-7 while you suckin the D
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Przerażony na śmierć, jak ty utknąłeś na drzewie.
Rozprostuję twój tyłek tak, jakbym ciął w akcie.
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So you know your floss game ain ' t nuttin to me
"When the sun hits the cross, yo it 's something to see"
R-B, Kid Capri niggas runnin wit me
Twenty karats on the wrist ain ' t nuttin to me
Do you no good frontin to me, nigga
Aiyyo Tone, Let ' s Touch these niggas wit the wand
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Poruszają się szybciej niż Autobahn.
The Kid Capri is a institution, and all ya ' ll niggas is pollution
Starin up a whole lot of confusion
To proste.
I disc Jock dissin MC ' s that got the borin raps
Fuck what ya got, grimy niggas don ' t wanna hear it
Niggas take it, soon as they near it, you better fear it
Bronx Bomber, The pretty-fly girl charmer
The black Italian, the cash keep pilin as I ' m smilin
So hear me now, I bring the thunder plus the rumble
A ja się cofnę i będę patrzył, jak cała Twoja kariera się rozpada.
To parowiec cheeba, mózg w pociągu, nie chce jej zjeść.
Benz do samolotu, z samolotu do Beemki
Szalony i off the meter, in the rain I ' ll heat up
And ya 'll can' t stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash - album zespołu sound like you played it on eight-track
"Rip you from the roots and under"
Potrójne gęsi latem
Mean long guns is producin the thunder
Kabriolet Hummers, sramy na Glocka
Spróbuj podnieść dach, powiem Show, żeby nasikał na dach.
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Planujesz dużo dostać, od spittina czy nie
Cool wit niggas that be Flippin a lot
Pewnie masz gówno na bloku.
And if you hate, I 'll take it back to' 88 (Nigga, get off the top)
To dwa-g ' S, bierzmy te pieniądze, jesteś dowcipny czy nie
But I ' ll switch topics like my bitch wit thongs in the tropics
Make hits, straight hits
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Siedmiocyfrowy wit my name on the kropked
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G. D. I only can fuck wit
Weź Holendra i powiedz Tony ' emu, żeby go dotknął.
Spluwy.
Blunts, I smoke them things
Rymy, napisałem je
To nie jest coś takiego, jak hoes fron-ting.
We run train, I do my thug thing
Złap mikrofon i zostaw plamę z błota.
So get Tide wit bleach when I rhyme wit beats
Niggas do crimes to eat
Nie wieprzowina, nie mówię, dziewiątki tylko mówią
"I' m the kind to creep on your block wit the heat cocked"
Got the street locked, smackin niggas out they Reeboks
It ' s Party Artie, I get dirty wit the Ewoks
Podczerwień uderzyła cię w głowę z trzech przecznic.
Away, Been There Done That like Dr. Dre
To nie moja wina jak powiedział Silkk szokujący
Ya 'll niggas gots to pay, shots' ll spray
From the Bronx to Far Rockaway
Cała moja drużyna, uzbrojona jak Bokeem
Fuck bein in jail, trapped wit no cream
I be the don that ' s known to have the style shed
Więcej sera niż calzones, daj pisklętom dialekt
Build like brownstones when we slaughter your plan
Touch albums, so hot comes wit a portable fan
"Type": "string"
Lay my life on the line if the odds is right
Getting the, spot and gloam while you plot and scheme
To stop the team, trzy słowa: watch and dream
Jesteś wściekłym hejterem, bo ruszamy się z forsą.
Nie masz sensu nosić zamszowych butów na śniegu.
Finezyjny frontin? Y 'all know me, I don' t stres nuttin
Bought your album, that ' s how I broke the eject button
Nie stresujcie się chłopaki, my tylko planujemy nasz następny ruch.
Niech czarnuchy wyglądają głupio jak joggin spodnie wit Dress Buty
The prophet, shit john blaze like the tropics
Typ czarnucha potrzebuje "a"? tylko dla moich kieszeni.
Nie napinaj punków, my Seks akrobacje, zbieraj grudki
Teraz będziesz nić dentystyczna, a w przyszłym miesiącu zostaniesz ułaskawiony.
Typ zbira, yo. urodziłem się, by bug.
Waitin for us to fall, nigga join the club, what