Woodie — The Clock Is Tickin' tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Bullets fly
Quicker than the eyes
You was hittin' Mary-Jane
To ease the pain
Your homie died
Muthafucka I’m a ride
To the rallies on steel
I’m in the bushes camouflage
Ain’t thinkin' 'bout no clientele
If I fail I’ll rot in jail
And if I succeed
I’ll burn in hell
So either way I’m fucked in these streets
The Bible says I live my life rough
Statistics say I’ll die young
I can’t disagree cuz I’m a Fuckin' walkin' time bomb
The clock is tickin'
Finger’s itchin'
To unleash a piece
Some 32 empty homies
That are dyin' to beat
The flesh you wanna kill me Sucka really
Ya’ll the type that pull your strap
And shoot holes in the ceiling
And I get out for killin'
Sucka give it up With your strap beside and ride
To the club and live it up Out to the cuts
The clock is tickin'
Finger’s itchin'
In the bushes camouflaged
Waiting for my victim
I never thought that I would live
To see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid
When I often sleepin' with my gun
50 dollars by my purse
Strap a sawed off one shot gauge
Since the a day I lay the blaze
I was stuck in evil ways
In amaze
At the power that it could devour
Strip that O.G. from his reputation
In the late night hour
Show shower let the situation sour funk
But ain’t no stoppin' the poppin'
That gets the droppin' these pumps
I found my callin' and I Hooked up with some natural born killas
Preferrin' 45 calibur’s over 9 miler’s
Survivals of the peelas
So I creep precaution
Steppin' out his skeleton
An I’m red chucks flossin', hoggin'
I’ll be that muthafucka that you hate
Cuz you know I’ll take that clip and
Slap it in and test your fate
And demonstrate the Yoc influenced
State of mind that I’m stuck
I’ll be committin' sins wit a devilish grin
I gives a fuck
Creepin', crawlin'
Strap not fallin'
But got a box of ammo
For the weapon that I’m haulin'
The streets are callin'
So I’m comin' with artillery
And chucks and khakis
As I move up on my enemies
A pedigree soldier
Yeah that’s were the foul
Northern Cal profile
Nothin' less I confess
I’m a sinner
But how can I show remorse
Cuz I can’t afford to let the Bible
Throw me off course
I’m known to rivals
When I gotta make these
Sucka’s skull crack
It could be better than
Havin' my chips and a yacht
And bet the whole stack
Do or die
Make these muthafuckas understand
That they’re tryin' to touch
A particle that they can’t comprehend
Can’t pretend to be a soldier
When your a punk
Cuz it’ll hold ya Hog tied in the trunk
And name one chump
Run your mouth
And now your bent up like a slut
Should have kept your pistol cocked
Fuckin' with this Yoc murderer
Out to the cuts
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Bullets fly
Szybciej niż oczy
You was hittin ' Mary-Jane
To ease the pain
Twój ziomek nie żyje.
Mutafucka I ' m a ride
To the rarities on steel
Jestem w krzakach kamuflaż
Ain 't thinkin '' bout no clientele
Jeśli mi się nie uda, zgniję w więzieniu.
A jeśli mi się uda
Spłonę w piekle
Tak czy siak, mam przejebane na tych ulicach.
Biblia mówi, że żyję ciężko.
Statystyki mówią, że umrę młodo.
Nie mogę się nie zgodzić bo jestem pieprzoną chodzącą bombą zegarową
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
To unleash a piece
Około 32 pustych ziomków
That are dyin ' to beat
"The flesh you wanna kill me Sucka really"
Ya ' ll the type that pull your strap
I wystrzel dziury w suficie
And I get out for killin'
Sucka give it up With your strap beside and ride
To the club and live it up to the cuts
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
W krzakach
Waiting for my victim
Nigdy nie myślałem, że będę żył.
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Wyrosłem na paranoika.
When I often sleepin ' with my gun
50 dolarów z mojej torebki.
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Since the a day I lay the blaze
Utknąłem na złych drogach.
In amaze
At the power that it could devour
Pozbądź się tego O. G. z jego reputacji.
In the late night hour
Show shower let the situation sour funk
But ain 't no stoppin'the poppin'
# That gets the droppin ' these pumps #
I found my callin ' and I Spiknął się z kilkoma urodzonymi killami
"45 calibur' s over 9 miler 's"
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Steppin ' out his skeleton
I 'm red chucks flossin', hoggin'
I ' ll be that muthafucka that you hate
Bo wiesz, że wezmę ten magazynek i ...
"Slap it in and test your fate"
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State of mind that I ' m stuck
I 'll be committin' sins wit a devilish grin
I give a fuck
Creepin', crawlin'
Strap not fallin'
Ale mam pudełko amunicji.
For the weapon that I'm haulin'
The streets are callin'
So I 'm comin' with artillery
I chucks and khaki
As I move up on my enemies
Żołnierz rodowodu
Tak, to był faul.
Kalina Północna
Nothin ' less I confess
Jestem grzesznikiem.
Ale jak mogę okazać skruchę
Bo nie mogę pozwolić sobie na Biblię
Zrzuć mnie z kursu.
Jestem znany rywalom.
"When I gotta make these"
Pęknięcie czaszki Sucka
Może być lepiej niż
Havin ' my chips and a yacht
And bet the whole stack
Do or die
Niech te skurwysyny zrozumieją.
That they 're tryin' to touch
Cząstka, której nie mogą pojąć.
Nie mogę udawać żołnierza.
When your a punk
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I wymień jednego głupka.
Run your mouth
A teraz jesteś jak dziwka.
Trzeba było trzymać broń w ryzach.
Kurwa z tym mordercą joc
Out to the cuts