Das EFX — Buck-Buck tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Buck-Buck", wykonawca: Das EFX.
Tekst piosenki
Verse 1: Skoob
Ding! Back in the ring yo it’s the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for the honours balk your lies mark your drum
Now I’m stronger and I’m faster thicker than your pasta
I got more styles than most MC’s can master
I’m (what?) D-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??) regardless
Beatin me is like the Bills beatin Dallas
Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it and plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits
in my (beeper), cos we’re throwin niggas in the (sleeper)
I’m dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (Grim Reaper)
Be on you everywhere, my style it ain’t the everyday
It’s better, we’re sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid)
Cookin the flows (what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)
I used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip (whip)
You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk with the (slop slop)
Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot)
It’s the abortion, son I’m launchin, quick to floor shit
Click-click now I’m on some Quick Draw McGraw shit
For shit, now Dice bring it back on the seal
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)
Chrous:
So get the buck-buck (here)
and the buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
and a buck-buck (buck here)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here)
and a buck-buck (there there)
From the front to the (yeah rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
and a buck-buck (there there give em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (From the rear, throw your hands in the air,
yeah)
Verse 2: Dray
Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis)
You see I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin Venus
Boy, I mean this, you’ve never seen this because you’re corny (corny)
I’m sleepin on ya raps, I’m drinkin (yeah) nass because you’re foamy
wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I’m suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), I’m gonna roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like «Who dis?» (who dis?), I break the answer
(answer)
Krazy fuckin Drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos I’ma keep it straighter than an arrow
Niggas on my jive (why?) because I rock like a Camaro
Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow)
Some niggas wanna copy but they’re soppy like Joe (yo) Joe (yo)
How I rip the shows on the mic (nightly)
Tell y’all niggas now there ain’t a motherfucker like me!
(Ya hype be), I’m slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah)
Check shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit)
I flex shit, that’s the way I flip it on a angle
You knows who I are, wear my star like the spangled
banner, bust the grammar but I bring forth my knockers
If it ain’t hip-hop (aiyyo)
well then it gotta be some rockin (BOW! BOW! BOW!)
I’m risin in your ??? and corn flakes, you’re gonna lose me (lose me)
And if ya didn’t know, one more here (This is why my nigga choose me)
So give a buck-buck
and a buck-buck there
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here)
and a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the air
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Werset 1: Skoob
Ding! Back in the ring yo it ' s the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
Niech wszyscy powstaną na cześć honoru.
Teraz jestem silniejszy i szybszy, grubszy niż twój makaron.
I got more styles than most MC ' s can master
Jestem (co?) D-wilin, (co?) three stylin (what what??/ align = "left" /
Bicie mnie jest jak Bills bicie Dallas
Trzymaj te szorty z dala od karłów! I be the shit, it and plus I light that ass up like the number numbers
in my (beeper), cos we ' re throwin niggas in the (sleeper))
I ' m dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (Grim Reaper)
Be on you everywhere, my style it ain ' t the everyday
It 's better, we' re saying shit that other niggas never say (kid)
Cookin the flows (co?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)
I used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip (whip)
Widzisz, chodzę z (bop bop), rozmawiam z (slop slop)
Człowieku, lubisz sześć kul byka w szczelinie (slot slot)
To aborcja, synu.
Click-click now I ' m on some Quick Draw McGraw shit
Do kurwy nędzy, teraz Kości, przynieś je z powrotem na pieczęć.
W porządku we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)
Chrous:
So get the buck-buck (here)
i Buck-buck (tam)
Od przodu do tyłu)
Throw your hands in the (air air)
Z buck-buck (here here)
i Buck-buck (Buck tu)
Od przodu do tyłu)
Throw your hands (in the air)
Z Buckiem-Buckiem (tu)
i Buck-buck (there there)
Od przodu do tyłu)
Throw your hands (in the air)
Z buck-buck (here here)
i Buck-buck (there there give em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (From the rear, throw your hands in the air,
tak.)
Werset 2: Dray
Jeden jest dla moich jaj( uhh), dwa dla mojego penisa (penis)
# Patrz I can rock this microphone (yeah) # from here to Fucking Venus
Nigdy tego nie widziałeś, bo jesteś banalny.)
I 'm sleepin on ya raps, I' m drinkin (yeah) nass because you ' re foamy
wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I ' m supposed ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is bond( motherfucker), I ' m gonna roast ya
(yeah)
Zrobię to, a oni będą jak " kto to jest?"(who dis?), I break the answer
(odpowiedź)
Krazy Fucking Drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos I ' ma keep it straight than an arrow
Niggas on my jive (why?) because I rock like a Camaro
Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow)
Some niggas wanna copy but they ' re soppy like Joe (yo) Joe (yo)
How i rip the shows on the mic (nightly)
Powiedz czarnuchom, że nie ma takiego skurwysyna jak ja!
( Ya hype be), jestem lekko W nastroju więc oglądaj mnie wreck shit (yeah)
Check shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit)
I flex shit, that ' s the way I turn it on a angle
You know who I are, wear my star like the spangled
banner, bust the grammar but I bring forth my knockers
If it ain ' t hip-hop (aiyyo)
well then it gotta be some rockin (BOW! Ukłon! Ukłon!)
Jestem risin w Twoim ??? and corn flakes, you ' re gonna lose me (lose me)
And if ya didn ' t know, one more here (This is why my nigga choose me)
Więc daj buck-buck
i Buck-buck tam
Od przodu do tyłu)
Throw your hands (in the air)
Z Buckiem-Buckiem (tu)
i Buck-buck (tam)
Od przodu do tyłu)
Throw your hands in the air