Cappadonna — Season of Da' Vick tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South
Came to see what ya’ll niggas, was talkin' about
So yo, stop all the ego trippin'
Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it The analog rapper start riftin'
Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen
Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin'
Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin'
Three chicks walked across the street switchin'
You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition
Don' came around the block with the deep dish in This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin'
Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin'
I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong)
Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin'
Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on?
Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick…
The streets is still watching…
I’m a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga
You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga
Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga
We came that liquor
Weed, digi and cars we just that particular
Put down ya darts it the extracurricular
Poppy Wardrobe King, I’m thinkin' bout stickin' ya Wherever ya ho be at, I’mma stick my dick in her
Bust ya guns off if you love how I’m gettin' ya Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular
Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular
Fuck Beans, none of ya’ll niggas can get with us Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains
Like guns, like M-1s and nice change
When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name
Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang
See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain
Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang
And I was brought up to, respect my elders
Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder
A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig
Respect my moms and respect my kids
Cuz if you don’t, then I got to disrespect ya crib
And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig
Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke
'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes
Bandana on my wrists, but I ain’t claimin' no set
Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke
I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep
Cop that yae shit and come down, I’m back on the street
Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I’ll kill for five
And if you’se a bad boy, I’m killin' ya pride
Two in the five, push like eight in ya side
Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga
Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on?
Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick…
Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick…
Yeah, muthafucka…
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Aiyo, Tim and ' em, yeah Tim from Down South
"Came to see what ya' ll niggas, was talkin 'about"
Więc yo, skończ z tym całym ego trippin'
Tim włożył klip do automatu, cztery piąte to analogowy raper start riftin'
Tim zbliżył się jako Scott Pippen
Spójrz na analogowych raperów oczy, woda zaczyna drippin'
Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin'
Three chicks walked across the street switchin'
Słyszałeś trzask kluczyka w stacyjce.
"Don' came around the block with the deep dish in This kid ran right into front of my whip, i stop dippin'"
* Runnin 'fast like in a flick, he start slippin' *
I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin '(bong bong)
Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin'
Co tu się, kurwa, dzieje?
Season of Da' Vick, season of Da ' Vick…
The streets is still watching…
I ' m a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga
Znasz też mojego psa, jest czarnuchem.
Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga
We came that liquor
Trawka, digi i samochody.
Put down ya darts it the extracular
Poppy garderobiany Królu, I 'm thinkin' bout stickin 'ya Wherever ya ho be at, I' mma stick my dick in her
Bust ya guns off if you love how I 'm gettin' ya Bump this shit in ya
Me and my force, we gettin 'nothin' but redicular
Fuck Beans, none of ya ' ll niggas can get with us Yo, I smoke weed, hit Babs and like brains
Like guns, like M-1s and nice change
Kiedy mnie zobaczysz, szanuj moje dżinsy, szanuj moje imię
Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang
* See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain *
Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang
I zostałem wychowany, szanuj moich starszych
Szanuj pannę Marthę i szanuj pannę Felder.
Małe dziecko, Panie Wielki, szanuj koncert
Szanuj moje mamy i szanuj moje dzieci
/ Align = "left" /
And have me doin 'hect', come and tech ya wig
Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke
"Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum szprychy
Bandana na nadgarstkach, but I ain 't claimin' no set
Got mad sets to lay without goin ' for broke
I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep
Załatw to gówno yae i zejdź na dół, jestem z powrotem na ulicy
Feelin' the vibe, fuckin 'with Lounge, I' ll kill for five
A jeśli jesteś niegrzecznym chłopcem, zabiję cię.
Dwa w pięć, pchaj jak osiem w bok
Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga
Yo, yo, co się dzieje?
Season of Da' Vick, season of Da ' Vick…
Season of Da' Vick, season of Da ' Vick…
Tak, mutafucka…