C-Bo — That's How We Break Bread (Feat. Master P, King George, C-Bo) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Huh huh, yeah nigga
Y’all remember that shit me and Bo did last year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this year you know what I’m sayin'
P and Bo went half on some dope, half on some dope, half on some dope
P and Bo went half on some dope, turn a half ounce into a key
Mo' money, mo mother fuckin' mail
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window with the AK
Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city I’m able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my Mexican friends got the gear
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail
Master P got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can’t explain game, cause rain
So fuck what you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki’s and stackin' g’s in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold’s yeah you know
Them Richmond niggas, quick to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers, that only fuck with killers
One of the first from the block to stack a mill because
Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin', that’s how we break bread
Nigga what, nigga what, been down for 22 years
Finally done came up, Og with a pimp
And slang this quarter like Calone, by that nigga Perry Ellis
Ain’t No Limits to these hits that I make
The Ice Cream Man, the king pin of the Bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the ground
S.K. 'bout to get my hands dirty, TRU stand for hustla
So jump in the 500 SEL and buckle up
On my way way to Sac. with them crome gats, 40 g’s
4 tires filled of that kill' crack
Don’t give a fuck if I die or go to the Pen
I’m headed to the end, a dope fiends best friend
So call me the Richmond Nino Brown
Cause dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like B.B. King blow the blues
Bullets dipped in garlic fools can’t escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my cake mix
And like a away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until it’s a drought man
I got more mack than Craig, Notorious Like Big
Put a playa hater in the back
And I give you a bitch before I give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got on tha set puttin' in work sellin' fuckin' Lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street queens
Hit the dope and they pussy when the feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain’t nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization ticks like a clock
Just another episode of how us No Limit TRU niggas make our mail
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread crumbs to the underworld
You know what I mean and like nigga P
Said every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
That’s how we break bread hahahaha
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Huh huh huh, yeah nigga
Pamiętacie to gówno, które ja i Bo zrobiliśmy w zeszłym roku.
Kieruj się na Waleta, załatwiliśmy skurwysyny.
I wzbogaciłem się w tym roku.
P I Bo połowicznie ćpali, połowicznie ćpali, połowicznie ćpali
P I Bo naćpali się, zamienili pół uncji w klucz.
Więcej pieniędzy, więcej pieprzonej poczty
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin ' out the window with the AK
Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
Pół klucza na stole w livin ' room, i od miasta do miasta jestem w stanie
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my Mexican friends got the gear
Breakin 'down a quarter ki', procedin ' to make that mail
Master P got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can' t explain game, cause rain
Więc pieprzyć to, co słyszałeś i zapłacić 16 za tego ptaka
We slangin ' ki 's and stackin' g ' s in the suburbs
"Mouth full of dope, bold 's yeah you know"
Te czarnuchy Z Richmond, szybko ciągną tego dupka.
Jacyś dilerzy, którzy tylko zadzierają z mordercami
Jeden z pierwszych z bloku do stos młyn, ponieważ
Everyday, all day, hustling to get paid
Straight ballin', that ' s how we break bread
Nigga what, nigga what, been down for 22 years
/ Align = "left" /
And slang this quarter like Calone, by that nigga Perry Ellis
Ain ' t No Limits to these hits that I make
The Ice Cream Man, The king pin of the Bay
Właśnie dostałem ofertę 20 ptaszków, przyklejonych do ziemi.
S. K. ' bout to get my hands Brud, Tru stand for hustla
Więc wskakuj do 500 SEL i zapnij pasy.
W drodze do Sac. z tymi Crome gats, 40 kawałków
4 Opony Pełne tego kill ' crack
Nie obchodzi mnie, czy umrę, czy pójdę do więzienia.
Zmierzam do końca, najlepszy przyjaciel ćpuna
Mów mi Richmond Nino Brown.
Bo dope and money makes the world go ' round
45 k would by my work to, and blowin ' dope to the ghetto
Like B. B. King blow the blues
Kule zanurzone w czosnku głupcy od tego nie uciekną.
Niggas lose they life for stickin ' they nose in my cake mix
And like a away from rain
Mam na myśli zbiory tych kurczaków, aż będzie susza.
I got more mack than Craig, Notorious Like Big
Wsadź hejtera do tyłu.
And I give you a bitch before I give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas chokin ' on a fruit roll-up
I got on tha set puttin 'in work sellin 'fuckin' Lemonheads
Dla ćpunów nazywamy ich ulicznymi królowymi.
Hit The dope and they pussy when the feds hit the scene
# Now the spots hot ain ' t nobody got rocks #
/ Align = "left" /
Kolejny Odcinek "how us No Limit Tru niggas make our mail"
Wyszkoleni żołnierze zrzucający okruchy chleba do podziemi
You know what I mean and like nigga P
Said every day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
Tak łamiemy chleb hahahaha