Brotha Lynch Hung — My Mind Ain't Right tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Whats up man?
Whats that?
Its that prozac
How many — how many milligrams is that?
Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys
Let me get some of that. I NEED it Hahaha… Shit. What the fucks wrong with you boy. Whats up.
See — my mind ain’t right — I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they won’t find your body — shine your lobby
With flashlights — run in your spot time the robbery
Last night ran in your spot — blinded the other three
Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me
I’m goin' in — here I go again
Back to fuckin' with that O-8 English mixed with gin
Back to tuckin' shit thats cold make things rip your chin
Crack your dome I’m takin' gold thangs — shake mixed with cocaine
No brain — nigga it ain’t no thang to Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains — who
Wanna fuck with me — the psycho of the city
I spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties
And it ain’t pretty — the Sacramento Frank Nitty
The black version — all you heard is the Mac burstin'
My mind ain’t right — I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain’t right — I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body — shine your lobby
With flashlights — run in your spot time the robbery
Six minutes to get in and out — play time
Run up in your house with the toys — don’t say nuthin'
See somethin' ain’t right — I’mma need some prozac nigga
Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks nigga
Smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor
Put your brains on a plate for dinner — like Dr. Lector
Red spot your sweats up — only one slice and your necks cut
Squirtin' out that red stuff — all over your dinette stuff
Drippin' into your living room — Im dippin' through your stash
Wheres my cash — don’t make me take it out your ass
Don’t make me take it out on your family — fuck your thug homies
Who mug on me — I plug homies with slugs homie
Thought you really knew me but you — don’t even know me All you know is I drink O-E — thats from the songs nigga
You fuckin' with the wrong nigga bout to get touched up Like car paint — O-E and weed — is how my breath stank
Spittin' at your war tank — for the more bank
Thats the only reason what you niggaz think — I got problems
My mind ain’t right — I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain’t right — I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body — shine your lobby
With flashlights — run in your spot time the robbery
Six minutes to get in and out — play time
Run up in your house with the toys — don’t say nuthin'
(shhhhh)
Post your comments here — on my motherfuckin' nutsack
So fuck that nigga — I put his guts in a black sack
And in the back of the black S-U — ever since I was a test tube baby
I been sicker than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies
Just — smother it in gravy it’ll work for me — but you forgot
Niggaz better pay me I don’t work for free
Mix the O-8 and the gin and I’m like Hercules
Bout to — hurt your knees with these two two-threes
Make you hop like — Ju Ju Bees right off the motherfuckin' canvas
Its like liver and chitlins you niggaz can’t stand this
I deliver the rip spit shit — that get ridda bitch quick shit
Hit niggaz with tips and split shit in half like citrus
And I dips dips — to the honeycomb — money gone
Now these niggaz mad 'cause I own shit and release my own shit
And got chrome grips and hollow tips — pointed at your face
Open your mouth — straight — ointment to the face
Cause my mind ain’t right — I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain’t right — I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body — shine your lobby
With flashlights — run in your spot time the robbery
Six minutes to get in and out — play time
Run up in your house with the toys — don’t say nuthin'
shhhh
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Co tam?
Co to?
To prozac.
Ile to miligramów?
Cholera, pięćset. Lepiej uważaj na tych chłopców.
Daj mi trochę. Potrzebuję go Hahaha... cholera. Co z tobą, do kurwy nędzy? Co jest?
Widzisz - mój umysł nie jest w porządku - mam osobiste problemy
/ Align = "left" /
Bo nie znajdą twojego ciała.
Z latarkami-uruchom w miejscu czas rabunek
Ostatnia noc w Twoim miejscu-oślepiła pozostałych trzech
Talking to my A-K forty seven like cover me
I 'm goin' in-here I go again
Powrót do fuckin ' z tym o-8 angielski zmieszany z ginem
"Back to tuckin' shit thats cold make things rip your chin"
Crack your dome I 'm takin' gold thangs-shake mixed with cocaine
No brain-nigga it ain ' t no thang to Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains-who
Wanna fuck with me-the psycho of the city
I spit poison like poison boy back in the 80thy
And it ain ' t pretty-the Sacramento Frank Nitty
The black version-all you heard is the Mac burstin'
My mind ain ' t right-I got personal issues
/ Align = "left" /
My mind ain ' t right-I got personal issues
/ Align = "left" /
Bo nie znajdą twojego ciała.
Z latarkami-uruchom w miejscu czas rabunek
Six minutes to get in and out-czas gry
"Run up in your house with the toys-don 't say nuthin'"
See somethin ' ain 't right-I' mma need some prozac nigga
Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks nigga
Smokin ' on A pack of cigarettes and malt liquor
Połóż swój mózg na talerzu na obiad — jak Dr Lector
Red spot your sweats up-only one slice and your necks cut
Squirtin ' out that red stuff-all over your dinette stuff
Droppin 'into your living room - i droppin' through your stash
"Where my cash-don' t make me take it out your ass"
Nie każ mi wyładowywać się na twojej rodzinie.
"Who mug on me-I plug homies with slugs homie"
Thought you really knew me but you-don ' t even know me All you know is I drink o-e-thats from the songs nigga
You fuckin ' with the wrong nigga bout to get touched up Like car paint-O-E i weed-is how my breath stank
Spittin ' at your war tank-for the more bank
To jedyny powód, dla którego wy, czarnuchy, myślicie, że mam problemy.
My mind ain ' t right-I got personal issues
/ Align = "left" /
My mind ain ' t right-I got personal issues
/ Align = "left" /
Bo nie znajdą twojego ciała.
Z latarkami-uruchom w miejscu czas rabunek
Six minutes to get in and out-czas gry
"Run up in your house with the toys-don 't say nuthin'"
(shhhhh)
Post your comments here-on my motherfuckin ' nutsack
Więc jebać tego czarnucha-wsadziłem mu flaki do czarnego worka
And in the back of the black S-u-ever since I was a test tube baby
I been sickered than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies
Po prostu-uduś to sosem to zadziała dla mnie - ale zapomniałeś
Niggaz better pay me I don ' t work for free
Zmieszaj O - 8 i gin i jestem jak Herkules
Bout to hurt your knees with these two two-three
"Make you hop like-Ju Ju Bees right off the motherfuckin' canvas"
To jak wątroba i chitliny. nie możecie tego znieść, czarnuchy.
I deliver the rip spit shit-that get ridda bitch quick shit
Uderz czarnuchów napiwkami i podziel gówno na pół jak cytrusy
And I dips dips-to the honeycomb-money gone
Now these niggaz mad 'cause I own shit and release my own shit
I masz chromowane uchwyty i puste końcówki-wycelowane w twarz
Open your mouth-prosta maść do twarzy
Bo mój umysł nie jest w porządku - mam osobiste problemy
/ Align = "left" /
My mind ain ' t right-I got personal issues
/ Align = "left" /
Bo nie znajdą twojego ciała.
Z latarkami-uruchom w miejscu czas rabunek
Six minutes to get in and out-czas gry
"Run up in your house with the toys-don 't say nuthin'"
shhhh