Ice T — Secondz A Way tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Shit done changed, the strip got bigger
To make my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 P liquor
The liquor bring out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin' with my musket, barred down with substance
Bringin' my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
I’m still givin' birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I like them heavy
Heavy’ll put a little bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no Rolls Royce but I keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin' that costly shit
Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip
I’m First muthafuckin' Degree, not your average,
I’ll have your boulevard hoppin'
Poppin' off when a baller pack a package of suckin'
Fuck you fuckin' up duck, stuck like Chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk
As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons
Fools with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten,
they still don’t listen
I… I got pot that’s hot to trot, can’t stop, won’t stop
I got Lynch Hung in my backseat sniffin' for cops
I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time
So ya’ll go home, light the smoke, it’s relax time
Now I apologize for smoke on my mind
I been workin' hard and I got to unwind
About the J.O.A. stayin' in my brain
But I’m seconds away from goin' insane
Now I need to lift away
(Lynch):
Now you niggas know I come sick like a lunatic
Man, they must be high cuz they really don’t know who they fuckin' with
I used to have them all bombed out
Drink Alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped out
I got the chop out, no doubt,
cuz if it ain’t about rappin', gunplay’s gon' happen
Cuz I’m tappin' at yo' window, off that Indo, more sacs than Santana
Better check your antenna on your radio or your stereo or your video
Cuz I’m not that pretty, but in the bedroom I’m critical
You got your chance, now use
Hit you with the Loaded album, coutesty of Siccmade Music
Evidently you got something against me Don’t you tempt me, minty smells of the 20 sac of Indo, Killafornia’s best
Player haters die a slow death, slow death
(Ice-T):
I don’t wear no Chuck Taylors and don’t sag my pants
But I still lift the switch and make this 64 dance
More niggas with me now than I had in the hood
And they down for whatever and that’s all to the good
Wish you would test my technique and heart, nigga what?
Nigga, fuck that, bitch nigga what? Baby, duck!
What you wanna do now, ya bleedin' from the floor
Nigga wanted beef, now he wants beef no more
That’s how I’m coming 9−6, bitch, rich and mad
Hoes in bikinis, rag Lambroginis, overseer runnin' mad streets
Creepers with beepers and stash spots for glocks
And under car Escobar style, buck wild, you been there, you know the terrain
Niggas go insane, tryin' to get the green
I’m just surviving on the streets with my peeps
And I’m livin' for the day I catch a punk on the creep, yeah
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Shit done changed, the strip got larger
To make my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 P liquor
/ Align = "left" /
Got me huntin ' with my musket, barred down with substance
Bringin ' my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
I 'm still givin' birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin ' up with skeet sours, I like them heavy
Heavy ' ll put a little bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no Rolls Royce but I keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya apody bitch talkin ' that costly shit
Apodyktyczna suka myśli, że jest zbyt nitkowata, by się potknąć.
Jestem pierwszym maturzystą, a nie przeciętnym.,
I 'll have your boulevard hoppin'
Poppin 'off when a baller pack a pack of suckin'
Fuck you fuckin ' up duck, stuck like Chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk
Kiedy pączki, wyrzucam, widziałem zbyt wiele księżyców, zabrałem umysły zbyt wielu bufonów.
Głupcy bez wskazówek, którzy kochają patrzeć, jak moja aura lśni,
wciąż nie słuchają.
Ja ... mam trawkę, która jest gorąca do kłusowania, nie mogę przestać, nie mogę przestać
I got Lynch Hung in my backseat sniffin ' for cops
I kwity z zakupu tweedu, cel medyczny, odpis na czas SMS
So ya 'll go home, light the smoke, it' s relax time
A teraz przepraszam za dym w mojej głowie.
I been workin ' hard and I got to relax
O J. O. A. stayin ' in my brain
Ale zaraz zwariuję.
Now I need to lift away
(Lynch):
Now you niggas know I come sick like a lunatic
Muszą być naćpani, bo nie wiedzą, z kim zadzierają.
Kiedyś je zbombardowałem.
Pij Alize wino, potem rymuj i palić tweety, aż odpadniemy.
Mam chop out, no doubt,
cuz if it ain 't about rappin', gunplay 's gon' happen
Bo pukam w twoje okno, z tego Indo, więcej sacs niż Santana
Lepiej sprawdź antenę w radiu, stereo lub wideo.
Bo nie jestem taka ładna, ale w sypialni jestem krytyczna.
You got your chance, now use
Hit you with the Loaded album, coutesty of Siccmade Music
Najwidoczniej masz coś przeciwko mnie nie Kuś mnie, miętowy zapach 20 worków Indo, killafornia ' s best
Hejterzy graczy umierają powolną śmiercią, powolną śmiercią
(Ice-T):
I don 't wear no Chuck Taylors and don' t sag my pants
Ale wciąż podnoszę przełącznik i tańczę 64.
Jest ze mną więcej czarnuchów niż miałem w kapturze.
A oni za cokolwiek i to wszystko na dobre.
Chciałbyś przetestować moją technikę i serce, czarnuchu co?
Czarnuchu, jebać to, dziwko czarnuchu co? Padnij!
What you wanna do now, ya bleedin ' from the floor
Nigga wanted beef, now he wants beef no more
That 's how I' m coming 9-6, bitch, rich and mad
Hoes in Bikini, rag Lambroginis, nadzorca runnin ' mad streets
Creepers with beepers and stash spots for glocks
I pod samochodem Escobar stylu, Buck wild, byłeś tam, znasz teren
Niggas go insane, tryin ' to get the green
Ja tylko żyję na ulicy z moimi ziomkami.
And I 'm livin' for the day I catch a punk on the creep, yeah