Yung Joc — In The Hood tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggas to collab
And make some motherfucking shit happen man
It’s your boy Yung Joc, you know Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, Asshole By Nature
Ay Trae, tell me what you is nigga
I’m a gangsta to the end, riding for the set
Black Chevrolet, with the paint still wet
J’s on my toes, locs on my eyes
Crawling on 4's, everytime I slide by Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hoes on my swag, cause the diamonds in my mouth
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw with the rap, to put my hood on the map
I’ma do this one for H.A.W.K., and his brother named Pat
And my partna named Screw, so I let the trunk crack
What they know about that, haters better chill
Plus I’m packing somnething, that they classify steel
Repping my block, still doing my thang
Trunk full of bang, holding A.B.N. gang
Screwed Up Click, I’ma let the world know
Before it’s all over, we gon make the world slow
You can find me in the hood, swanging in a drop
Trunk popped up, now I’m letting back the top
Locs on my face, and my grill so clean
Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollin' what it do
'65 Impala, Cheve SS
The top disappear, see the clear VVS
I guess you know the name, I ain’t even gotta say it When I say it’s going down, SK start spraying
Block E-N-T, and A.B.N. niggas in charge
Ery’body mugging, nigga face different starch
I’ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it Ay fuck a semi-auto, my niggas pack fullest
We bullies on the block, the hustle don’t stop
It’s eat what you kill, that’s the motto off top
Yeah it’s the A-Town, and the H-Town
Tell em this the shake down, lay face down
Me and my nigga Trae, getting cake now
Split it down the middle, 50−50 that’s the break down
Baby keep your face down, and don’t talk back
You can find me in the hood, nigga distributing packs
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up cuz, nigga pistols’ll scar
You got your knife on you homie, that’s for twisting cigars
I got my knife on me homie, that’s for twisting your guards
These niggas, wanna play you for weak
It’s going down, motherfuckers drizzown when they playing it deep
I do the damn thang, niggas talking about it
I’m a problem run into it, you ain’t walking up out it Sensei’ll fade the pack, I get mean
Lean on you with this beam, till you fade to black
Cuffing broads, cause I mack on chicks
I go hard same nigga hit your hard, put your Lac on bricks
Niggas a trip, crock bull give niggas the clip
Slap niggas in they trap, when they giving me lip
S.U.C. my nigga, we missing H.A.W.K
I’m gon live through the rest of the click, that’s real talk
Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollin' what it do Hop out on the block, like I’m still hitting stangs
Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name
Yellow VS-1's, got me switching up the game
Might hop fly, top dropping like the rain
Hoes talk down, Trae never get mad
Niggas old school, still jacking my swag'
Y’all concerned about a playa, since the day of my birth
Grab a couple mill, and I can show you what I’m worth
Sitting so low, everytime I come down
Trunk just popped, so I’m showing my surround
84's got me tipping, so low to the ground
Still hitting licks, moving off the Greyhound
Watching for the laws, I ain’t fucking with the time
Bitch I’m in my prime, ain’t no stopping my shine
I advise, that they lead the truth to the throne
If you say I ain’t the realest, say bitch you dead wrong
Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Moving so slow, banging my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollin' what it do
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Zobacz też:
Jest o tym, w tej pieprzonej piosence tutaj
Wiesz, potrzeba było dwóch prawdziwych czarnuchów do kolaboracji
I sprawi, że stanie się coś pieprzonego.
To twój chłopak Yung Joc, znasz Block Entertainment.
I mój pierdolony Czarnuch Trae, dupek z natury
Ay Trae, tell me what you is nigga
I ' m a gangsta to the end, riding for the set
Czarny Chevrolet, z wciąż mokrą farbą
J ' s on my toes, locs on my eyes
Crawling on 4 ' s, everytime I slide by Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
# Hoes on my swag, cause the diamonds in my mouth #
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Raw with the rap, to put my hood on the map
Zrobię to dla H. A. W. K. i jego brata o imieniu Pat.
A moja partnerka nazywa się śrubka, więc pozwoliłem pęknąć bagażnikowi.
Co oni o tym wiedzą, hejterzy lepiej wyluzować
Poza tym pakuję coś, co klasyfikują stal.
Repping my block, still doing my thang
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Zanim to się skończy, uczynimy świat wolnym.
Znajdziesz mnie w kapturze, bujając się w kropli.
Bagażnik wyskoczył, teraz puszczam z powrotem górę.
Locs on my face, and my grill so clean
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Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollin ' what it do
1965 Impala, Cheve SS
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I guess you know the name, I ain 't even gotta say it When I say it' s going down, SK start spray
Block E-N-T, and A. B. N. niggas in charge
/ Align = "left" /
I ' m let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it a fuck a semi-auto, my niggas pack fullest
My łobuzy na bloku, hustle don ' t stop
Jedzcie, co zabijacie, to motto z góry.
Tak, to A-Town I H-Town
Tell em this the shake down, lay face down
Me and my nigga Trae, getting cake now
Podzielimy się po połowie, 50 na 50.
Baby keep your face down, and don ' t talk back
You can find me in the hood, nigga distributing Pack
Moje pistolety wystrzeliwują, gdy moje pięści są twarde.
Mobbed up cuz, nigga pistols ' ll scar
Masz przy sobie nóż, to za skręcanie cygar.
I got my knife on me homie, that ' s for twisting your guards
These niggas, wanna play you for weak
It ' s going down, motherfuckers drizzown when they playing it deep
I do the damn thang, niggas talking about it
I 'm a problem run into it, you ain' t walking up out it Sensei ' ll fade the pack, I get mean
Lean on you with this beam, till you fade to black
Cuffing Babs, cause I macck on chicks
I go hard same nigga hit your hard, put your Lac on bricks
Niggas A trip, crock bull give niggas the clip
Slap niggas in they trap, when they giving me lip
S. U. C. My nigga, we missing H. A. W. K
I 'm gonna live through the rest of the click, that' s real talk
/ Align = "left" /
Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollin 'what it do Hop out on the block, like I' m still hiting stangs
Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name
Yellow VS-1 ' s, got me switching up the game
Might hop fly, top dropping like the rain
"Hoes talk down, Trae never get mad"
Niggas old school, still jackking my swag'
Wszyscy martwicie się o playa, od dnia moich narodzin.
Weź kilka młynków, a pokażę Ci, ile jestem wart.
Sitting so low, everytime I come down
Bagażnik właśnie wyskoczył, więc pokazuję mój surround
84 ' s got me tipping, so low to the ground
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Watching for the laws, I ain ' t fucking with the time
Bitch I 'm in my prime, ain' t no stopping my shine
Radzę, aby doprowadzili prawdę do tronu.
If you say I ain ' t the realest, say bitch you dead wrong
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Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Moving so slow, fucking my Screw
Hop out on the block, still hollin ' what it do