Z-RO — Who Could It Be tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Who Could It Be", wykonawca: Z-RO.
Tekst piosenki
The same niggaz on the block, wrecking it won’t stop
We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top
With glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped
Fuck around with the Maab, you fin to get shined out
Do you really, wanna fuck around wit us Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter
Nigga we the Southside, H-Town mob figgas
Raw niggaz, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggaz
You don’t wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga
On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga
You better get somewhere, you can’t block the shine
I’m ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line
I’ll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mind
When a red light shine, go and lay it down
Who the niggaz that wanna talk down
Who the bitch that wanna hate, I’m fin to sweat up they face
Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chase
Trying to get it like a fiend, with a top case
In the race we done did that, candy blue
In the lap, wearing a black hat fuck that
Somebody fin to get done, till everybody be gon
And nigga, we number one
I’ma give it to you live, I’ma give it to you raw
I ain’t even fin to play, with you motherfuckers
I’m a motherfucker, that’ll be packing a glock
Taking em out with red dots, I’m a head busta
I’ma Maab out I’ma ride out, no doubt
Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out
Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out
Leave a motherfucker crispy, burned and fried out
Does the Dougie give it out, mmm-hmm
Like a nigga be smoking up on, good green fur
Fucking em up in the first round, yes sir
I’m just so cold, I make a nigga say burr
Gripping a round, me and my dogs get bucked
With the Lil' Cl’Che, still ready to get crunk
We M double A-B, now little bitch what
On a treaty the microphone, we ain’t no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, the By-Bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb
I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run
And when you thought it was over, nigga it just begun
And when you hear this shit, nigga don’t you bump
When you feel you ready, nigga then come get some
Got em all asking, who could it be That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E
The classified lady, sho nuff
Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all say their so thoed
Sitting back on these hoes, that’s trying to out do my flows
And all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do'
For my Southeastern pros, fuck it let’s show em that we could
Swang the 4's, I’m on a mission steady trying to get the cream
Maab deep, with the KMJ killa team
Doing things, making mo' money than you ever seen
While you watching me, on your big screen
BET or MTV, posters hanging at your local grocery
Now everybody know me, Cl’Che make you lose your mind
Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the Classified’s on your mind
Southside I bring it to you live, so please don’t underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me Who could it be, blowing on doja
Consuming codeine, cause I’m just a soldier
That stays on his grind, chasing that feddy
These fellas they ain’t ready, they lightweight and I’m heavy
The Mo City Don, king of the ghetto
I keep dropping bombs, cause I just can’t let go
I’m thoed in the game, hydro or that do-do
Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh
I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana
My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa
And put you to bed, for talking down on a O. G Really though y’all don’t know me, I will make you die slowly
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
The same niggaz on the block, wrecking it won ' t stop
We bout to head to the top, cocked dropping the top
Z glockami gotowymi do boksu, ktoś musi zostać upuszczony
Pieprzysz się z Maabem, a ty się wygłupiasz.
Czy ty naprawdę, chcesz się wygłupiać, wychodzisz z bagażnika, z AK z nami Lepiej uważaj na mózgi, masz jednego pałkarza, który się poddaje.
Nigga we the Southside, H-Town mob figgas
Raw niggaz, on the block
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggaz
You don ' t wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga
On the microphone with flow, you get druged nigga
You better get somewhere, you can ' t block the shine
I ' m ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of line
Powiem ci raz, lepiej uszanuj mój umysł.
When a red light shine, go and lay it down
Who the niggaz that wanna talk down
Who the bitch that wanna hate, I ' M fin to sweat up they face
Ja, Doug i Ro, w pogoni za gazetą
/ Align = "left" /
W wyścigu zrobiliśmy to, candy blue
Na kolanach, w czarnym kapeluszu pieprzyć to
Somebody fin to get done, until everybody be gon
I nigga, we number one
I 'ma give it to you live, i' ma give it to you raw
I ain ' t even fin to play, with you motherfuckers
I 'm a motherfucker, that' ll be packing a glock
Taking em out with red dots, I ' m a head busta
Jestem Maab out i ' ma ride out, no doubt
Making motherfuckers slide out, need to hide out
"Fuck around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine out"
Zostaw skurwysyna chrupiącego, spalonego i usmażonego
Czy Dougie to rozdaje, mmm-hmm
Like a nigga be smoking up on, good green fur
Tak jest.
I ' m just so cold, I make a nigga say burr
Chwytając rundę, ja i moje psy dostajemy Bzykanko
/ Align = "left" /
We M double A-B, now little bitch what
On a treaty the microphone, we ain ' t no punk
Dougie d tak thooded, and they already know
Trae I J Z-Ro, By-Bo
Got A kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk right, that be shropping a bomb
I got a click of motherfuckers, putting words on the run
And when you thought it was over, nigga it just begun
And when you hear this shit, nigga don ' t you bump
Kiedy poczujesz, że jesteś gotowy, czarnuchu to przyjdź i weź trochę
Wszyscy pytają, Kto To może być ta partyzantka m double A-B I C-L-C-H-E
The Secret lady, sho nuff
# Patrz me shine up on the scene, # # make em all say their so thoed #
Siedząc z tyłu na tych dziwkach, to próbuje zrobić mój przepływ
I wszystko czego chcę, to zdobyć klucz i otworzyć drzwi.
Dla moich Południowo-Wschodnich profesjonalistów, pieprzyć to pokażmy im, że możemy
Swang the 4 'S, I' m on a mission steady trying to get the cream
Maab deep, z zespołem KMJ killa
Robiąc rzeczy, zarabiając więcej niż kiedykolwiek widziałeś
Gdy mnie obserwujesz, na dużym ekranie
BET lub MTV, plakaty wiszące w lokalnym sklepie spożywczym
# Now everybody know me, Cl ' La make you lose your mind #
Za każdym razem, gdy zakłócasz Maab C. D., tajne informacje są w twojej głowie.
Southside i bring it to you live, so please don ' t Lease me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me Who could it be, blowing on doja
Spożywanie kodeiny, bo jestem tylko żołnierzem
To zostaje na jego harówce, goniąc tego feddy ' ego.
These fellas they ain 't ready, they lightweight and I' m heavy
Mo City Don, król getta
Ciągle zrzucam bomby, bo nie mogę odpuścić.
/ Align = "left" /
Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh
I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana
Moje jaja są Moim Słowem, zejdź przez komin jak Święty Mikołaj
I kładę Cię do łóżka, za to, że gadałeś z O. G. naprawdę, Chociaż mnie nie znacie, sprawię, że umrzecie powoli.