Brotha Lynch Hung — Season Of Da Sicc tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Hit the dank and took my glock off lock, and off
To the 21st blocc, I’m rollin in a drop top
Three for zero that black criminal mac mac nigga
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him, hey fuck a Smith & Wesson
I got my, nine at my chest and I got my dime bag
Of stress weed, a 40 oz. of OE and I’m creepin
Up on some niggas in a mob and a nigga claimin OG,
Pap! hit him in that dome and it was that nigga’s worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain, full o' dem nine slugs
So wrap that nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I’m hittin 50, right around that curb, tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street, some nigga mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I’m not finna get got,
I’ma shoot before I’m shot for the fact I’m B-U-Double D-E-D
I’m reaching up in my glove box, for the welfare weed
That’s fillin a nigga’s siccness so I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and while I’m skirtin
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that niggas aint got no hope
I’m fillin em up with 16s, and letting em know
It’s either that die, or that sickness, and it’s the nigga that nigga that
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter meter watch them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I don’t get you with me nina then me, you, scream,
And two pop nigga that mine in the deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells, firing, fidda them don’t know me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me take-a me nine millimeter nine,
And me blast him, enemy for the die, 'cause of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a them say
Load up that nine I’m finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them in half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental cannibalism
Got them black enemy runnin in and when them,
Sickness kick in a million, baby dying, boom!
Hit em with my G like every day, nigga,
From the creek to the Garden Blocc,
I was creepin from the double dead red till all the drama stop,
And 50 150 is all that shouldn’t even be on a niggas list
'cause since for the fuckin with I’ve been crazy times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas cant see my folk when I dump them .44 slugs all down they throat
It takes one time, all night, to peel your tonsols
From the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce deuce four love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek so peep at what this trigger got
Come follow me sin, come quick 'cause I’m bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the don’t strike twice
Them gon all go say «oh» about 44 times till so,
Much later than you go, better off dead, but nigga instead
That I let your mama know, she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga wont last much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load that shit that sickness gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigga start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run loccs up on you almost daily
For the digs then I’m off dick grow soft with lynch I’m chewin up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in It’s the nigga named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
Eatin up your dead skin
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Uderzyłem w wodę i zdjąłem Glocka z zamka, i odjechałem.
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Three for zero that black criminal Mac Mac nigga
Ten pap! tato! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him, hey fuck A Smith & Wesson
I got my, nine at my chest and I got my dime bag
Trawy stresowej, 40 oz. of OE and I ' m creepin
Up on some niggas in a mob and a nigga claimin OG,
Tato! uderz go w kopułę i to było najgorsze dla tego czarnucha.
"Put him on the ground wit a brain, full o' dem nine slugs"
Więc zapakuj tego czarnucha, wsadź go do karawanu.
I jestem na 50 - tce, tuż za tym krawężnikiem, ciasno,
Rollin up w 64, 4 drzwi bokiem do następnego światła (wiesz)
I hit that corner of 24 street, some nigga mean ragging
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I 'm shoot before I' m shot for the fact I ' m B-U-Double D-E-D
Sięgam do schowka po zielsko socjalne.
To napełnia sycącego czarnucha, więc Tęsknię za trupami.
W oldsmobile, na krawężniku i gdy jestem skirtin
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)
Przystosowuję się do faktu, że czarnuchy nie mają nadziei.
Wypełniam je 16-tkami i daję im znać
To albo ta śmierć, albo ta choroba, i to ten Czarnuch, który
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Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah E-drop, stylizacja,
Jeśli nie dostanę Cię ze mną nina wtedy ja, ty, krzycz,
And two pop nigga that mine in the deuce for the deuce
Bez nich pociski, strzelanie, fidda them don ' t know me when me high
"Off them doughshot killa weed, me take-a me nine millimeter nine",
And me blast him, enemy for the die, ' cause of dat siccness dem creep
I dziesięć baumy i one mówią
Załaduj tę dziewiątkę jestem finna finna go boom!
Oni nie dubbingują, że nina przecięła ich na pół z niektórymi.
Ripgut, jakość, za podstawowy kanibalizm
Mamy czarnego wroga, który biega i kiedy,
Choroba przebija milion, dziecko umiera, bum!
Hit em with my G like every day, nigga,
Od potoku do ogrodu Bloc,
I was creepin from the double dead red till all the drama stop,
A 50 150 to wszystko, czego nie powinno być na liście czarnuchów.
'cause since for the fucking with I' ve been crazy times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Czarnuchy nie widzą moich ludzi, kiedy ich porzucam .44 ślimaki w gardle
Wystarczy jeden raz, całą noc, by obrać twoje migdałki.
Z poczty telefonicznej, wiesz,
All up in the cut with the real deuce Deuce four love I got
Ale znasz tego czarnucha ze strumienia, więc Zerknij, co ten spust ma.
Chodź za mną, sin, chodź szybko, bo jestem na Twoim, Bloc.
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the don ' t strike twice
Wszyscy mówią " oh " jakieś 44 razy aż do teraz.,
Dużo później niż ty, lepiej umrzeć, ale zamiast tego Czarnuch
Że dam twojej mamie znać, może będzie chciała podążać za tym gównianym Fahlivumem.
'cause a nigga wont last much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like my nigga Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Nie mogę załadować tego gówna, że choroba czyni mnie twardszym niż trup.
/ Aż sięgnę po chwasty, / ten Czarnuch zacznie Walić, / aż będzie bolało.
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run loccs up on you almost daily
Dla wykopalisk wtedy jestem od dick grow soft z lynch jestem przeżuwać dzieci
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in It ' s the nigga named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
Eatin up your dead skin