Bone Thugs-N-Harmony — Foe Tha Love Of $ tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It’s still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain’t takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga sin at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
Cause once again it’s on To the dome with a fifth of burb
We wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I’m a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga don’t think it’s funny
I’m comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause Flesh be lovin' this money
I’m given uo love to the hustlas
All them St. Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what’s mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I’m trailin
Feelin one-eight-seven
That’s how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin on a come up Won’t sleep till I’m done up Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me Feelin' lovely, but I’m just in it for he love of the money
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don’t see me Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, i had to pause
And yeah, it’s still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Easy muthafuckin E or Eric Wright it’s all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
MUTHAFUCKA!
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip’s straight when makin' me grip wiht me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug
It’s goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It’s still the same
Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you’re done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
Nigga down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
Days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give u the cash, oh, that was your ass
Cause me and me nigga was hungary
And bitch, if you’re stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha shit simple and run
To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I’ll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bine, Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone
And I’m that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Foe tha ' love of money
Gotta make that money man
Teraz jest tak samo.
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain ' t takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin ' My nigga sin at home
Polishin ' that MAC-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
Bo po raz kolejny jest na kopule z jedną piątą bąbla
We wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
I podążaj za morderstwem robbina the doehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin ' to slay with four granats and a gauge
I 'm a play, watch all' em fall in the grave and lay
Wjeżdżając na podjazd, Wish zauważył to miejsce i szybko zjechał buldożerem po salonie.
Wyskoczył z samochodu i zaczął wysadzać Bucka, Bucka i kaboom.
Wysadziłem wszystkie ciała po całym pokoju.
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I musisz działać szybko, dlaczego?
Policja nadchodzi.
"Snatch up me yummy"
So nigga don 't think it' s funny
I' m comin ' up quick in the niine-quat
Bo ciało kocha te pieniądze
I ' m given UO love to the hustlas
Wszyscy St. Clair thugstas makin 'that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin ' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin 'up that Lelo, makin' Me sale, twenty nickles and dimes
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Gotta get what 's mine, then bailin'
Me kick up dust, I ' m trailin
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Tak to jest, i mam go w 9-quat
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Thuggin 'on the glock-glock, creepin on a come up Won' t sleep till I ' m done up Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Trzeba zrobić trochę zieleni, bo żołnierze świrują, co tam?
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stunn me Feelin 'lovely, but I' m just in it for he love of the money
Standin 'on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! Nadchodzą jebane gliny!
Więc uciekłem, schowałem się za drzewem.
Upewniam się, że te skurwysyny mnie nie zobaczą.
Policja na moich rysunkach, musiałem pauzować
I tak, to nadal jest kurwa ' em
Teraz moja gra jest ciasna, ciasna jak kurwa jest moja gra
Easy mutafuckin E lub Eric Wright to wszystko to samo
Teraz niggas może potknąć się jak schowam mój chwyt
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
Skurwysyn!
When dough got me thugsta, thugish ways, down for my crime everytime
Podążaj za mną 9-9, a znajdziesz wszystko, co mi się podoba.
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run ' em up outta me hood
Rip 's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click
Rollin 'with Ruthless, the thug I be Me put' em in mud, buck ' em, and pump blood
Nie mam nic do stracenia, suko.
Lepiej uważaj Rip, albo lepiej sprawdź tego ślimaka.
It 's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin ' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
To wciąż to samo.
Steady runnin ' Thang wild, and follow me now
/ Align = "left" /
For the dub you ' re done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
Nigga down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin ' off on the mission to back in the
Dni
Kiedy czarnuchy ratowały się z piłami i chciały dostać wypłatę
Runnin' to my side, Lil ' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
Dajesz kasę, to był twój tyłek.
"Cause me and me nigga was hungary"
I suko, jeśli grasz na zwłokę, możesz złapać jednego do świątyni.
I UM, bone raw doggin, so nigga just make tha shit simple and run
/ By złapać jednego czarnucha, / napełniłem ich kulami / i wrzuciłem do rzeki.
Pamiętaj, ja zabijam teraz
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Bo suczka się ślizgała
I ' ll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steayd rodin 'and stealin' makin 'a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin 'drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin ' off in the cut
Gdzie znajdziesz czarnucha thuggin ' off w warkoczach i skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money
Yeah, Bone in the mutafuckin ' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin ' with Ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy bine, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone
A ja jestem tym czarnuchem, Krayzie Bone, w pierdolonym domu.