Fat Joe — Okay Okay tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Turn the mic up, yeah uhh, Coca
Okay, okay, okay
E Philly, I see you nigga, yeah, yeah
This is on my boy Georges, Tricky’s is sellin' boulevard
(Tricky boo)
My niggaz with buck fifties and bullet scars
Gangster bitches that ain’t afraid to kill a broad
You witness the realest nigga to spit this hard
Yeah, look at my clothes
Look at these diamonds, look how I pose
Man, take a look at my hoes
Brazilians, Sicilians, got millions of those
(Aoww)
Yeah, who’s harder than crack?
Have the awe to play martyr then I father you back
Bein' burst you didn’t earth you make you part of the mack
Then I ask the whole block who got a problem with that
You feel me? No joke, no gimmicks
(Gimmicks)
You fuckin' with niggas that live the lyrics
Cold blooded, when it’s drama ain’t tryin' to hear it
(Nope)
That body fresh, you can still see the spirit
Till my last breath, I’ma rap till the death
Whether with wax or sellin' cracks on my steps
Great with the knives, much better with the tecs
Believe me, it’s easy, I’ll leave you a mess
I’m like yeah, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
I’m like yeah, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Yo, 300 brolic, yeah, I’m sendin' them niggas
You’s a hot pink skinny jean feminine, nigga
I balls 'til I falls then I get back up And my arms like a gift the way the shit racked up My ambition to get it, the Bronx still burnin'
And them trees stay greener than them eyes on Erick Sermon
I’m swervin', observin', fake niggas I’m learnin'
Him and they gangsters, leave your brains on the curb and
I’m servin' any nigga that want it
I’m not a role model, how could I be, I’m blunted
Joe so cool wearin' stunners in the night
Suede in the rain, walkin' mud in my whites
Dominican bitch, you can find me in the Heights
Maserati, Ducati about a hundred bikes
Real shit, that’s the story of my life
Look at me wrong, I thought getting' money was right
Till my last breath, I’ma rap till the death
Whether with wax or sellin' cracks on my steps
Great with the knives, much better with the tecs
Believe me, it’s easy, I’ll leave you a mess
I’m like yeah, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
I’m like yeah, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, ha, ha, ha, we live the lyrics man
We really run these streets man
Pop your shit off, you get too close, nigga
Yeah, ain’t nobody seein' the squad
The hardest niggas
Realest niggas in this whole shit man
I don’t wanna hear about you niggas did time
Them niggas who’s hard, you faggots
I’m talkin' to every rapper
Nobody lived my life, nigga
It’s Coca, Joe Crack, the Don
Want the crown? Come get it, nigga
BX, what up?
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Podkręć mikrofon.
/ Align = "left" /
Philly, I see you nigga, yeah, yeah
To na Bulwarze mojego kumpla Georges 'a, Tricky' ego.
(Tricky boo)
My niggaz with buck fifties and bullet scars
Gangster suki, które nie boją się zabić a Laski
You witness the realest nigga to spit this hard
Tak, spójrz na moje ubrania.
Spójrz na te diamenty, spójrz jak pozuję
Spójrz na moje dziwki.
Brazylijczycy, Sycylijczycy, mają ich miliony.
(Aoww)
Kto jest twardszy od cracku?
Miej szacunek, by grać męczennika.
Bein 'burst you didn' t earth you make you part of the mack
Potem pytam całą przecznicę, kto ma z tym problem.
Czaisz? Bez żartów, bez sztuczek.
(Gimmicks)
You fuckin ' with niggas that live the lyrics
Cold blooded, when it 's drama ain' t tryin ' to hear it
(Nie.)
To świeże ciało, wciąż możesz zobaczyć ducha.
Aż do ostatniego tchu, rapuję aż do śmierci
Czy z woskiem, czy ze sellin ' cracks on my steps
Świetnie sobie radzisz z nożami, znacznie lepiej z TEC-ami.
Uwierz mi, to proste, zostawię ci bałagan.
"Yeah, okay, okay, okay"
/ Align = "left" /
"Yeah, okay, okay, okay"
/ Align = "left" /
Yo, 300 brolic, yeah, I 'm sendin' them niggas
You ' S A hot pink skinny Jean feminine, nigga
I balls 'Till I falls then I get back up and my arms like a gift the way the shit racked up My ambition to get it, the Bronx still burnin'
And them trees stay greener than them eyes on Erick Sermon
I' m swervin', observin', fake niggas I 'm learnin'
On i oni gangsterzy, Zostaw swój mózg na krawężniku i
I 'm servin' any nigga that want it
Nie jestem wzorem do naśladowania, jak mógłbym być, Jestem tępy
Joe so cool wearin ' stunners in the night
Suede in the rain, walkin ' mud in my white
Dominican bitch, you can find me in the Heights
Maserati, Ducati około stu rowerów
Prawdziwe gówno, to historia mojego życia
Spójrz na mnie źle, myślałem, że zdobywanie pieniędzy jest dobre
Aż do ostatniego tchu, rapuję aż do śmierci
Czy z woskiem, czy ze sellin ' cracks on my steps
Świetnie sobie radzisz z nożami, znacznie lepiej z TEC-ami.
Uwierz mi, to proste, zostawię ci bałagan.
"Yeah, okay, okay, okay"
/ Align = "left" /
"Yeah, okay, okay, okay"
/ Align = "left" /
Okay, ha, ha, ha, we live the lyrics man
We really run these streets man
Pop your shit off, you get too close, nigga
Yeah, ain 't nobody seein' the squad
The hardest niggas
Najwspanialsze czarnuchy w tym całym gównie.
I don ' t wanna hear about you niggas did time
Ci twardziele, cioty.
I 'm talkin' to every raper
Nikt nie żył moim życiem, czarnuchu
To Coca, Joe Crack, the Don
Chcesz koronę? Chodź, czarnuchu.
BX, co tam?