Conejo — Put the weed up tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Put the weed up", wykonawca: Conejo.
Tekst piosenki
You Already Know What It’s Like
When Motherfucker From West Side Harpys
Be On One
And You Know Me
I’m On That Psychopathic Shit
Shit I Got All Up In My Mind
Shit I Write Down
And I Thought I Come Out Here Tonight
And Share It With You
Havin' That I’m From The West Side
You From The West Side
We On The Same Page
You Dig
Put The Weed Up
The Flow Is G’d Up
And When Its Time To Get The Paper
C-O-N Got Re-Up
Take Flight
You Know I Kill On Sight
Ese Bounty On My Head
But I’m A Stay For The Fight
I Take Off
Like A Fighter Jet
And I Don’t Give A Fuck
I’ll Smoke All Your Vets
Hmmm
You Get Friendly With Cops
You Old Snitching Muthafuckers
I Get Vicious With Glocks
Ese Been On The Block
With The Chicos And Dukes
39 Tokers Town
Disappearing Them Fools
The Rag Is Blue
Ese I Thought You Knew
C-O-N Come Through
And You Catching The Blues
And I Could Name Several Streets
In The 213
Where You Would Shits Pants
Cause You A Punk Ass Flee
Young G
Muthafucker Smack Back
25cc's
Got The Town Under Siege
On It’s Fucken Knees
Took A Drag Off The Blunt
Homie Pass That Weed
Over Here
I’m In The Microphone Booth
Muthafucker Spit A Verse
That The Gangs Salute
U.S. Marshall And Swat
Ese All Up In The Spot
Trying To Get That Rock
The Batter ram
Caved In My Door
But I Was On The East
With A Flock Of Snow
Making Doe
You Know Them Streets Get Cold
I Got These Puerto Rican Hoes
Stripping For This Coke
The Homie Choked
Off The Chronic Bowl
52 Inch Plas
PS3 I Zoned
Ese No
And I Ain’t Gonna Fucken Stop
Ese I’m A Cook Glass
And Pump That Rock
Ain’t Nobody In The Game
That Could Take My Spot
Cause Even If They Tried
They Ass Get Shot
And I’m A Keep It G
For The 213
Ese Unmarked Cars
Trying To Follow Me
Someones Working
With The Fucken Feds
Who Could It Be
That Would Betray The Gang
Until Then Muthafuckers
I Ain’t Trusting Shit
Cause They Know We Got The Weapons
Used To Kill Them Pricks
They Wait Till 6
It Was A Hit And Miss
Cause I Fled In The Night
With My Gangster Bitch
Phone Taps
And The Area Maps
Knowing All The Spots
Were We Move That Crack
Made A Move To Soon
Cause All They Fucken Found
Was A Empty Ass Room
And I’m The Fugitive
That They Want So Bad
Bitch Ass Rappers Try Do It
It Don’t Work They Mad
Escalated
Out To Fucken Vegas
Before I’m On A Mission
Out To Smoke These Haters
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Już wiesz, jak to jest.
When Motherfucker From West Side Harpys
Be On One
And You Know Me
Jestem na tym psychopatycznym gównie.
Shit I Got All Up In My Mind
"Shit I Write Down"
I Pomyślałem, Że Przyjdę Tu Dziś Wieczorem.
And Share It With You
Havin 'That I' m From the West Side
You From The West Side
Jesteśmy Po Tej Samej Stronie.
Kopiesz
Put The Weed Up
The Flow Is G ' D Up
A Kiedy Nadejdzie Czas, By Zdobyć Gazetę
C-O-N Got Re-Up
Take Flight
You Know I Kill On Sight
Ese Bounty On My Head
/ Align = "left" /
I Take Off
Like A Fighter Jet
I mam to w dupie.
Spalę wszystkich Twoich weteranów.
Hmmm
Zaprzyjaźniasz Się Z Glinami.
Ty Stary Kapusiu.
I Get Vicious With Glocks
Ese Been On The Block
With The Chicos And Dukes
39 Tokers Town
Znikają Głupcy.
The Rag Is Blue
Myślałem, Że Wiesz.
C-O-N Come Through
And You Catching The Blues
I Nazwałbym Kilka Ulic
W 213.
Gdzie Byś Srał W Gacie
Bo Ty Śmieciu Uciekasz
Young G
Muthafucker Smack Back
25cc
Oblężenie Miasta
On It ' s Fucken Knees
Took A Drag Off The Blunt
Homie Pass That Weed
Tutaj.
Jestem w budce z Mikrofonem.
Mutafucker Spit A Verse
Że Gangi Salutują
USS Marshall i Swat
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Trying To Get That Rock
The Batter ram
Caved In My Door
Ale Byłem Na Wschodzie.
/ Align = "Left" /
Making Doe
Wiesz, Że Ulice Są Zimne.
Mam Te Portorykańskie Dziwki.
Stripping For This Coca-Cola
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Off The Chronic Bowl
52 Inch Plas
PS3 i Strefa
Nr Ese
And I ain ' t Gonna Fucken Stop
Ese I ' m a Cook Glass
And Pump That Rock
Ain ' t Nobody In the Game
To Może Zająć Moje Miejsce.
Bo Nawet Jeśli Próbowali
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A ja się nie Krępuję.
Na 213.
Ese Nieoznakowane Samochody
Trying To Follow Me
Someones Working
Z Pieprzonymi Federalnymi
Who Could It Be
To By Zdradziło Gang.
Do Tego Czasu Mutafuckers
I ain ' t Trusting Shit
Bo Wiedzą, Że Mamy Broń.
Zabijali Kutasy.
Czekają Do Szóstej.
To Był Hit I Pudło.
Bo Uciekłem W Nocy
Z Moim Gangster Suka
Podsłuchy Telefoniczne
Oraz Mapy Terenu
Knowing All The Spots
Were We Move That Crack
/ Align = "Left" /
Bo Wszystko Co Znaleźli
To Był Pusty Pokój.
A ja jestem zbiegiem.
That They Want So Bad
Bitch Ass Raperzy Try Do It
To nie działa.
Eskalacja
Out To Fucken Vegas
Zanim będę na misji
# Out To Smoke These Haters #