Ice T — Bitches 2 tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together
Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
Used to low ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Ya want trouble?
Well trouble ya found
Cause we diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
He needed money
I would always come through
Needed a car? He could use mine too
But bust this!
Out on the street
People say he was riffin'
Callin' me a sucker
Talkin' bout how foul I’m livin'
Someone heard him
Poppin' that shit last week
Frontin' for some pussy
From some big butt freak
Sayin' I’m his worker
I was on his dick!
Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit
and after all of that
She still walked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
To get some play?
And when I stepped to him about it He said, «Who snitched?»
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch!
So ladies
We ain’t just talkin' bout you
Cause some of you niggas
Is bitches too!
I knew this brother named Mitch
Stone player
He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
Trucked crazy jewels
Hands smothered in ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs and
Crooks and hoods
and vet hustlers
Who were up to no good
But they all stood behind him
and watched his back
That’s the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white Corniche
Took a look inside
And what did they see?
Two keys, and a gallon of PCP!
Oh shit! The thought crashed
Mitch’s subliminal
Three strikes, that’s called
Habitual criminal
So insted of goin' under
He snitched on his whole posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sold out his whole crew
That rat named Mitch
I knew this guy
That was never that fly
Couldn’t act cool
Even when he tried
When we played rough
He always cried
When he told stories, he always lied
A Black brother
Who was missin' the cool part
He had the color
But was missin' the true heart
When we would fight
He would always go down quick
So he took karate
and he still got his ass kicked
But now he’s married
And he kicks his wife’s ass
Says it comes from problems
That he had in the past
Doesn’t like Blacks
Claims he’s upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls the streets
and he’s cut to jack
Doggin' young brothers
Cause they usually don’t fight back
Got a White partner
And he asked for that
and every night
Another head they crack
So now he’s big man
But he really ain’t shit!
Out one night with my crew
and some new kid
I didn’T know homeboy, but Evil E did
So I thought he was cool
We rode in his ride
Rag top tray on Daytons
Lifted side to side
We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe
Of thick artillery
Parliament was on, some O.G. shit
I put my back to the wall
And felt my pistol grip
al of a sudden
Niggas started trippin'
Flippin', the record started skippin'
Wildin', fools started locn up Gats cracked
The room started smokin' up Me and «E» hit the floor
And then the back door
My boys let off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Znałem kiedyś tego brata.
"Who I thought was cool with me"
Nawet poszedł do szkoły ze mną Mucha nigga, mój ace boon coon
Used to low ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Chcesz kłopotów?
Well trouble ya found
Bo diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
Potrzebował pieniędzy.
I would always come through
Potrzebowałeś samochodu? Mój też by mu się przydał.
Ale rozwal to!
Out on the street
Ludzie mówią, że ryczał
Callin ' me a sucker
Talkin 'bout how foul I'm livin'
Ktoś go słyszał.
Poppin ' that shit last week
Frontin ' dla niektórych cipek
Od jakiegoś świra z wielkim tyłkiem
Sayin ' I ' m his worker
Byłem na jego fiucie!
Talkin ' that craazy old weak assed shit
i po tym wszystkim
She still walked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
Żeby się pobawić?
A kiedy mu o tym powiedziałem, powiedział: "Kto sypnął?»
Jak wyszedł?
Wyszedł jak suka!
Więc panie
We ain 't just talkin' bout you
Bo niektórzy z was czarnuchy
Suki też!
Znałem brata o imieniu Mitch.
Kamienny gracz
Za pięć minut spotyka dziewczynę. on
Trucked Crazy jewels
Ręce duszone w lodzie
Byłem w więzieniu nie raz, ale dwa razy.
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Made of thugs and
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i weterani
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Ale wszyscy stali za nim.
i pilnował jego pleców.
To jedyny sposób.
To roll on the track
Ale yo,
Federalni popędzili Mitcha w zeszłym tygodniu.
The snatchbared the runk
Z jego białego Corniche
Zajrzałem do środka.
I co widzieli?
Dwa klucze i galon PCP!
O cholera! The thought crashed
Mitch ' s subliminal
Three Strike, that ' s called
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So insted of goin ' under
Doniósł na całą swoją grupę.
Maxed at the crib
Popijając Martini i Rossi
Sprzedał całą ekipę.
Ten szczur nazywa się Mitch.
Znałem tego gościa.
To nigdy nie była ta mucha.
Couldn ' t act cool
Nawet kiedy próbował
When we played rough
Zawsze płakał.
Kiedy opowiadał historie, zawsze kłamał.
Czarny brat
Who was missin ' the cool part
On
But was missin ' the true heart
Kiedy będziemy walczyć
Zawsze szybko upadał.
Więc wziął karate.
a i tak skopali mu tyłek.
Ale teraz jest żonaty.
I kopie tyłek swojej żony
Mówi, że to z powodu problemów.
Że miał w przeszłości
Nie lubi czarnych.
Twierdzi, że jest z wyższej klasy.
Wstąpił do policji, dostał odznakę.
Teraz toczy ulice
i jest przycięty do Jacka.
Doggin ' young brothers
Bo zwykle nie walczą.
Mam białego partnera.
I poprosił o to
i każdej nocy
Another head they crack
Więc teraz jest wielkim człowiekiem.
Ale on naprawdę jest gówno wart!
Out one night with my crew
i jakiś nowy dzieciak.
Nie znałem ziomka, ale Evil e znał.
Więc pomyślałem, że jest spoko.
We rode in his ride
Rag Top taca na Daytons
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We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin ' me you could feel the vibe
Artyleria Gruba
Był Parlament, jakieś O. G. gówno
I put my back to the wall
I poczuł mój chwyt pistoletowy
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Niggas started trippin'
Flippin', the record started skippin'
Wildin', fools started locn up Gats cracked
The room started smokin 'up Me and" E " hit the floor
A potem tylne drzwi.
Moi chłopcy puścili automatyczny bis
But when we made it out to the ride
Nie było go, musieliśmy go zestrzelić.
Side by side
Punk zostawił nas tam na śmierć w rowie!