Wu-Tang Clan — Chrome Wheels tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started
Choclate thai, all in my eye, I’m never broken-hearted
Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded
(Bob Digi) Sun Zeini
(P. Sunn) 12 O’Clock
Two On Da Road on this (12 O’Clock)
I love my brother to death
(That old hip-hop, catch this)
(Hot Nix', you know? Big tits)
I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest
Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest
A bitch named Celeste
I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check
She had some big ass breasts
I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets
A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best
Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex
I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex
I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck
Remember Portland had Clyde Drex'
Remember 12 O’Clock is a vet
Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash
I move like days in a week
Niggaz don’t know the face and names on my teeth
Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat
Ain’t scared of the motherfuckin police
Yo, yo Guns jammed up, I’m cramed up in my lab
Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic
And two niggaz hooked on pussy
And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson
Still cut class and played hookey
Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies
Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks
Big forehead, had ears like Spock
He was mightier than a truckload of gats
And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat
What up kid? Stay livin
Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen
And you survived ninth innin
The hood got us off the prop without women
All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this
Ain’t nothin but the real, yeah
Ain’t nothin but the real
Ain’t nothin but the real, yeah
Million dollar deals, rollin on Chrome Wheels
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (Ain't nothin but the real)
This one’s on P. Sunn, word up? Yeah, uh-huh
We gamble the dice, remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life
While the we rumble with the foul and trife
Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice
Made men think twice about the sacrifice
Black on white, write it for the world to hear
Write it for my fam who not here who do care
Glance and stare, why when you can’t compare?
From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair
Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap
Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat
Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin, «Who Dat?»
Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it’s like that
Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital
He’s a gangsta, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no Live it up, live it up Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no Bang us in ya Jeeps
Shaolin! Bobby Digital
Uh-huh, Sunn who?
Yeah
Haha! Yeah!
Get that money y’all
Get that money y’all
Get that money y’all
Shout in pain
Uh-huh, yeah
Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Obudziłem się dziś rano, zapaliłem trochę klejącej zieleni, żebym mógł zacząć.
Choclate thai, all in my eye, I ' m never broken-hearted
Bang us in Ya cars, bang us in Ya Jeep, bang that shit
Sun Zeini
(P. Sunn) 12 O ' Clock
Two On Da Road on this (12 O ' Clock)
Kocham mojego brata na śmierć.
(That Old hip-hop, catch this)
(Hot Nix', wiesz? Duże cycki)
I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest
/ Align = "left" /
A bitch named Celeste
Poznałem ją, gdy zamierzałem spieniężyć czek Def Jam.
Miała wielkie piersi.
Musiałem ją złapać jak shortstop na Metsie.
A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best
/ Align = "left" /
Pamiętam, że Dirt Dog rozbił swojego białego Lexa.
Pamiętam, że ja i Meth wygraliśmy w kości z Ghostem i deckiem.
Pamiętasz, jak Portland miał Clyde Drex'a?
Pamiętaj o dwunastej to Weterynarz.
Duże Psy usypiamy je, trzymamy na smyczy
I move like days in a week
Niggaz don ' t know the face and names on my teeth
Niggaz carry a cold piece, and separate the heat
Ain ' t scared of the motherfuckin police
Yo, Yo pistolety zablokowane, jestem zapchany w moim laboratorium
Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
Jedna toaleta, trzy chwasty, alkoholik
I dwóch czarnuchów zaczepionych na cipce
A w rogu był ten brat, który uczył się swoich lekcji.
I nauczyłam się jak obsługiwać Smitha i Wessona
/ Align = "left" /
Wrzuciłem świeżaki do kosza na śmieci, dałem im nookies
Zwiał z tyłu autobusu z pistoletem w skarpetkach.
Wielkie czoło, miał uszy jak Spock
Był potężniejszy niż ciężarówka gats
I związane zrobić a suka sperma w sześć minut płaskie
Co tam, dzieciaku? Stay livin
/ Align = "left" / Linear
I przeżyłeś dziewiąty innin.
Kaptur wyciągnął nas z rekwizytów bez kobiet.
All my niggaz that ride that provide to the end of this
Ain ' t nothin but the real, yeah
Ain ' t nothin but the real
Ain ' t nothin but the real, yeah
Million dollar deals, rollin on Chrome Wheels
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (ain ' t nothin but the real)
Ten jest na P. Sunn, słowo? Tak.
Gramy kośćmi, pozostajemy pokorni, przedzieramy się przez dżunglę życia
While The we rumble with the foul and trife
Strzały na bloku w trójkach jak Glen Rice
Sprawiła, że ludzie pomyśleli dwa razy o poświęceniu.
Black on white, write it for the world to hear
Napisz to dla mojej rodziny, której tu nie zależy.
Po co się gapić, skoro nie można porównywać?
Od spodu stóp do końca włosów
Move back, cop The blue steel bare, groove to the snare
Bass and drums, see my face in the slums
Pedia Brown, media surround my sound
When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound
Sample z black, criminal, mechanical rap
Czapka asemblina, spleciona w garnitur od Phat
Dwie na drodze, a te suki krzyczą: "kto to?»
Dwóch z tablicami, dwóch z gats, to tak.
Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital
Jest gangsterem, tak.
No, no, no, no, no Live it up, live it up Oh, no, no, no, no, no Bang us in ya Jeeps
Shaolin! Bobby Digital
Jaki Sunn?
Tak.
Haha! Tak!
Get that money y ' all
Get that money y ' all
Get that money y ' all
Shout in pain
Uh-huh, yeah
Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazin