Xzibit — Down For The Count tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Down For The Count", wykonawca: Xzibit.
Tekst piosenki
one, two, three, four
grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (heyyy!)
one, two, three, four
jerseyЂ™s finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil
Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze — see IЂ™m nice with these
YouЂ™ll be suckin it down like fast food high-cЂ™s
Type of rap bitch that love underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga st. patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set
Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net
Cause I be adamant, kill Ђ™em when my joints get added in Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here like they israelites
Got cali brooks critics, taЂ™ kweЂ™(? ?) xzibit
Gonna rock shit down like he canЂ™t get no visits
one, two, three, four
rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist whoЂ™s so scared that his palms wet
one, two, three, four
the stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like jim morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we take on you
Yo, yo, yo We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo Rage against the machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but itЂ™s straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while yЂ™all hate in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where IЂ™m takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, always makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our townЂ™s names on the map
From now until we fadin to black
Where we at? thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like frankie beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like cipher sounds, and need rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy
one, two, three, four
why the fuck canЂ™t mcЂ™s mc no more?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldnЂ™t fuck with my sound
one, two, three, four
takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor stoЂ™
Gimme some moЂ™ like busta busЂ™, who do you trust?
Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush
IЂ™m i-rate, usin your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you canЂ™t take
Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with god
Rah digga, first lady of the flipmode squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ainЂ™t the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime
IЂ™m an alkaholik nigga so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you ainЂ™t on the list
ItЂ™s like
one, two, three, four.
Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight yЂ™all, aight yЂ™all.)
Yeah (here we go)
one, two, three, four.
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
raz, dwa, trzy, cztery
grimy bitch stomp The bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Mauffin na goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Wysadź to miejsce jakimś starym gównianym gównem z Gimnazjum (heyyy!)
raz, dwa, trzy, cztery
/ align = "left" / linear
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil
Kabriolet w stylu, wciąż miał upał
Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze-see I ' m nice with these
Będziesz ssał to jak fast food high-C.
Typ rapowej suki, która kocha klasykę undergroundu
Coraz bardziej zielony niż ten Czarnuch st. patrick
Makin wack raperzy go and merc the set
Better off behind a desktop trying to surf the net
Because I be adamant, kill Em when my joints get added in Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty harriet, increase the fanbases
Zostawianie nie-writin kotów utkwionych na plantacjach
Mini-spódnice z rajstopami, obiad z białymi
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Mam krytyków z cali brooks. ?) xzibit
* Gonna rock shit down like he can ' t get no visits *
raz, dwa, trzy, cztery
rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
Przez nerwowego terrorystę, który jest tak przerażony, że jego dłonie są mokre
raz, dwa, trzy, cztery
z których składa się legenda, miejski folklor
Jak jim morrison
Zanim przejmę się twoim podejściem do mnie, zajmiemy się tobą.
Yo, yo, yo we bring it straight to your face from the start, yo Rage against the machine, break it apart
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# I show my love in the light # # while you ' d all hate in the dark #
Straight to apocalypse is where I takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, always makin my mark
Udajesz gangstera, aż niggaz włamuje się do Twojego miejsca.
Jesteś dziwką, czy to powiem, czy nie.
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Umieść nasze nazwy na mapie
From now until we fadin to black
Gdzie jesteśmy? thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like frankie beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
"Get you high on speech"
Niggaz być zagazowane jak szyfr dźwięki, i potrzebują Rescue remedium
Potem spierdalać jak kończyny dotknięte trądem
raz, dwa, trzy, cztery
dlaczego, kurwa, nie może już być mc?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldn ' t fuck with my sound
raz, dwa, trzy, cztery
Zabierz mnie prosto do miejsca z trawką, a potem do sklepu z alkoholem.
Daj mi trochę jak busta bus, komu ufasz?
Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush
Używam twojego ciała jako żywej przynęty.
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can ' t take
/ Align = "left" /
Heavy metal we Setty and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman
Ja i mój klan tańczyliśmy grubiej niż ruchome piaski
Podaż i popyt ręka jest szybsza niż oko
Znajdź jakieś kurczaki do usmażenia, podczas gdy trudno trzymać się swojego kłamstwa
I see through the tricks, destroy the facade
Twoje małe płuca są zbyt słabe, by połączyć się z Bogiem.
Rah digga, pierwsza dama zespołu flipmode
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
Po raz pierwszy, jesteśmy czarnuchami, którym pozwalasz świecić.
/ Align = "left" / Linear
Jestem alkaholikiem, więc kończę piąty.
You at the front door bitchin because you ain ' t on the list
/ Align = "left" /
raz, dwa, trzy, cztery.
Tak (ohhhhhh) hehehe (wporzo wszystko, wporzo wszystko.)
Yeah (here we go)
raz, dwa, trzy, cztery.