Daz Dillinger — Here We Are/Go Killem tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Psss… yeah…
It’s about time served y’all bitch ass niggas
Y’knahmsayin? Tired of ya’ll bitch ass niggas everywhere
(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt)
187 killin', everyday all day
I’m comin out!
Niggas you better come strapped with some tactics to get back
Or get capped, the back slap, or laid flat
Swift as a cheetah when them thangs comin' to greet you in the dark
I won’t mislead you when you seein' the sparks
Dustin' off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus
Can’t touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckers
Me and my dogg’s blast with intentions, leavin' y’all missing in action
Bitch ass, sorry ass bastards
Heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer
Cuts is ours, for all my real niggas behind bars
Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife
To get strikes at thirteen for takin' your life
Seven tec’s, I earn repect, you chin check the rep —
Or die when your bitch ass step
I take precaution, stalkin' these streets, flossin' and ballin'
Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin' for keeps
Real niggas do real thangs in this gangbang life we lead
You can’t hang, nigga die and bleed
Murder won’t stop 'til every busta and sucka drop
Fuck the cops, they stop me from corruptin' the block
Rocks blast the Glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin' what we got and clock your own knock
Grindin', perfectin', and shinin' the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds
Blind ya when we come up behind ya
Here we are… (here we are)
And there they are… (there they are)
Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya
Gon' get ya, aiyya, aiyya
My philosophy’s unheard of, I choreographered the murderer
My morals are show no mercy and no sorrow
Fuedin' and layin' 'em down, forever ready it’s hereditary
Layin' 'em down dead up in the mortuary
Families mourn, another life is gone
Brandish your torn, forty weeks later a soldier is born
Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could
Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could
We back shootin' up homes and Cadillac’s
Don’t ever ever come back, just to show me where it’s at
Off the rack comes the gauge —
Buck sprays and AK’s retaliate in a major way
We in the land where it’s man for man, clan for clan
Simple mistakes — you’ll end up dead (say what?)
I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips
Grip the pistol to your brain, never takin' no shit
Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail
Rather die makin' it happen than to die in a cell
Rather load up my hollow-point shells for niggas who snitch and tell
Leave they bodies with the maggots and snails
C’d up, fatigued up… (Criiip!), always G’d up
On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks
Big dollars… (why?), I jack niggas cause I gotta
My kids got enemies now because of they father
Smokin', loaded, and fucked up, I ain’t lucked up
On some niggas who try to get bucked
In the fashion, the blastin', it’s hard to imagine the cash
And known niggas who be actin' like bastards
What do I do, but call my niggas and my crew
To come do what they do, and put in work on you
Semi-automatic cause static
Static’s inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day
You want trouble? HA HA, let’s bring it quick, fast
And dash and blast up on they bitch ass
Adios as his ass got smoked —
He provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost…
I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (uhh!)
Cause to me and my homeboy’s ya’ll just some punks, haha
Who really want it? Nigga, come get it
Slowly but surely, homie you ain’t never forget it
How many times I gotta say stop fuckin' with mine
Livin' the life of crime where it’s do or die
Y’all niggas don’t really want none of this
We the shit… blow your fuckin' crew to bits
— 3X w/ variations
Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here
Jump out, serve his ass
Boom, give it, get on the ground!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Psss ... tak.…
It 's about time served y' all bitch ass niggas
Tak. Tired of ya ' ll bitch ass niggas everywhere
(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt)
1876-1877: John Crane, Partia Konserwatywna
Wychodzę!
Niggas you better come strapped with some tactics to get back
Albo get capped, back slap, lub laid flat
/ Szybcy jak gepard, / gdy thangs przybywa, / by przywitać Cię w ciemności.
Nie będę cię zwodził, gdy zobaczysz iskry.
Dustin ' off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus
Can ' t touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckers
Ja i mój dogg 's blast with intentions, leavin' y ' all missing in action
Suka dupa, sorry dupa dranie
Bez serca, bezsensowny tchórz urodziłem się devauer
Cuts is ours, for all my real niggas behind bars
Blizny na całe życie, od ostrza noża
To get strikes at thirteen for takin ' your life
Seven tec ' S, I earn repect, you chin check the rep —
Or die when your bitch ass step
I take prevention, stalkin 'these streets, flossin'and ballin'
Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin ' for keeps
Prawdziwe czarnuchy robią prawdziwe rzeczy w tym życiu gangbang prowadzimy
You can ' t hang, nigga die and bleed
Murder won 't stop' Til every busta and sucka drop
Jebać gliny, powstrzymują mnie przed skorumpowaniem dzielnicy.
Rocks blast Glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin ' what we got and clock your own knock
Grindin', perfectin', and shinin ' the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds
Blind ya when we come up behind ya
Oto jesteśmy...)
I oto oni...)
Gon ' get ya, aiyya, aiyya
Gon ' get ya, aiyya, aiyya
Moja filozofia jest niesłychana.
Moja moralność nie okazuje litości i smutku
Fuedin 'and layin' ' em down, forever ready to dziedziczne
Layin '' em down dead up in the mortuary
Rodziny opłakują, inne życie przepadło
Brandish your torn, czterdzieści tygodni później a soldier is born
/ Align = "left" /
Bądź taki, jak twierdzisz, daj mi znać, gdybyś mógł.
We back shootin 'up homes and Cadillac' s
Nigdy, przenigdy nie wracaj, tylko Pokaż mi, gdzie to jest.
Off the rack comes the gauge —
Buck spryskuje i AK odwet w dużym stopniu
Jesteśmy w krainie, gdzie człowiek za człowieka, klan za klan
Simple mistakes — you ' ll end up dead (say what?)
I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips
/ Align = "left" /
Czy, Niebo czy Piekło, muszę zwyciężyć
Prędzej umrzeć, niż umrzeć w celi.
Raczej Ładuję Naboje dla czarnuchów, którzy donoszą i mówią
Zostawić ciała z larwami i ślimakami
C ' d up, zmęczony...), always G ' D up
Na misji za moje czesne, potrzebuję kasy.
Wielkie dolary... (dlaczego?), I jack niggas cause I gotta
Moje dzieci mają teraz wrogów przez ojca.
Smokin', loaded, and fucked up, I ain ' t lucked up
Na niektórych czarnuchów, którzy starają się dostać bucked
/ Align = "left" /
I znane czarnuchy, które zachowują się jak dranie
What do I do, but call my niggas and my crew
By robić to, co oni, i pracować nad tobą
Półautomatyczny
Static ' s inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day
Chcesz kłopotów? HA HA, zróbmy to szybko, szybko
# And dash and blast up on they bitch ass #
Adios as his ass got smoked —
Sprowokował nie tego czarnucha, teraz jego tyłek jest duchem.…
Palę Blunta i wsadzam kutasa w jakąś cipę.)
Bo dla mnie i mojego ziomka będziecie tylko śmieciami, haha
Kto naprawdę tego chce? Nigga, come get it
Powoli, ale pewnie, homie, nigdy tego nie zapominasz.
"How many times I gotta say stop fuckin' with mine"
Livin 'the life of crime where it' s do or die
Y 'all niggas don' t really want none of this
Rozwalimy Twoją ekipę na kawałki.
- 3X w / wariacje
Tak, podjedź na tego czarnucha.
Wyskakuj, obsłuż mu tyłek.
Bum, dawaj, na ziemię!