Trick Daddy — In Da Wind tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Hah, haha
That’s just the sound of the Hen'.
True Story. Buddy Roe.
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too…
Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It’s quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
I’m a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn’t no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain’t like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
Cop me a seven-tres Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy-apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And when I’m in it, I’ll act a fool
Ya don’t like how I’m livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That’s right I’m a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
Hot whore work her Sean John velour to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I’ll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit’s hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my — face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that’s all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I’m sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don’t want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain’t no killa!
(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up A professor of this lyrical thang, I’ll take the purist strain
of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slip on some of that O with the wings
I’m bustin straight out the path like a three piece
of va-lac-tic, before you slack it You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
not intended for any illegal purposes'
it’s like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
(Trick love the kids!)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Hah, haha
To tylko dźwięk kury.
Prawdziwa Historia. Buddy Roe.
Mówią, że powiedz prawdę, Shane i oni (uh-huh)
Dzięki Bogu za bandytów.…
Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Przynieś szklankę, wymieszaj colę i kurę.
Jest całkiem w porządku, z 'dro na wietrze,
with the ' dro in the wind
I' m a ol 'sneaky, ol ' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Zawsze w moich dżinsach worgy saggy
Floryda, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Woda z cukrem i kanapka z majonezem
Dzielić pokój z bout czterech braci mo'
Ale jeden dom dla nich i nie ma coverów.
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Zawsze niegrzeczny i zawsze w tarapatach
None of my teachers ain ' t like me (uh-huh)
Ale żeby było tak źle, Pearl miała siedem takich jak ja, gdybyś dorastała tak jak ja.
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Oooooooh! Trick love the kids
Załatw mi Chevroleta z siedmioma tresami, wsadź dubsa na tą sukę (uh-huh)
Candy-apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
A kiedy w nim będę, będę udawał głupca
Nie podoba Ci się moje życie? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
Tak jest, Jestem niegrzecznym czarnuchem.
"Quick to do you, cut A fool-ass nigga"
/ Align = "left" /
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that ' s right)
Wiesz nogi, skrzydła i krótkie uda (krótkie uda)
Eat 'em up, beat' em up, then switch sides
Gorąca dziwka praca jej Sean John velour do w podłoga
/ Align = "left" /
Be sure and acquire more ' for ya fuck with mine
/ Align = "left" / Linear
Z chorym SWAT, kiedy gówno jest gorące, jesteś postrzelony
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my-face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
/ Align = "left" /
Surprise, fucking with me wrong way to wise nigga
/ Align= "left" /
Big ol 'bankrolls, that' s all a nigga know
"Throw yo' elbows, I 'm sickered than I supposed"
Hoes unchose, bo moja biżuteria zamarzła
Wiesz jak to jest, ci młodzi czarnuchy nie chcą tego w ten sposób
Idź i weź się w garść, ucisz pogawędkę, cholera!
Więc pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo ' sicky, mów podstępnie jak śmieć
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo ' scrilla
Przyznaj się, wyglądasz wrednie, ale nie jesteś killa!
(Oooooooooh!/ Align = "left" / )
Spójrz na to, co mamy.
"Dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me dusi"
Jakby seryjny morderca ściskał mi gardło.
In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
Czy to cheeferry reefer beat rozwala mi klatkę piersiową?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up a professor of this lirical thang, I ' ll take the purist strain
/ align = "left" /
Czy twoje serce się zatrzymało? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades z tylnym czołem
Movin przez brudne w powolnym tempie pimps
Trochę jak żółw i królik w wyścigu
Do mety przeskakuję parę Reeboksów.
Tak jasno, tak świeżo, Śnieżko, ale bez skarpet
Potem ślizgam się na tym O ze skrzydłami
I ' m bustin straight out the path like a three piece
z va-lac-tic, zanim go puścisz, musisz go przygotować i pomacać, kiedy walniesz go nad tragedią.
nieprzeznaczone do jakichkolwiek nielegalnych celów"
to jak wąglik i ospa w nadmiarze, by nas zamordować.
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
(Trick love the kids!)