Jadakiss — Put Yo Hood Up Remix tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Yeah this Roy Jones Jr.
Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin' down
The undisputed light heavyweight ch&ion of the world
We about to knock niggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix
Lil' Jone and the East Side Boyz
Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte
Represent y’all in the hood tonight
Yeah, yeah, uh uh Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo click up Put yo click up Put yo click up Put yo click up Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
I hold a 44 from the side angle
Gunshots below the waist’ll make ya thigh dangle
Uh you know Kiss, all I do is puff hem all day
Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK
Since they brough gold back
I bought me a gold mack
To explode I leave ya back on Old National
I’m in a gentlemen’s club with gentlemen thugs
But they call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs
Get high, get drunk, and we get shit crunk
Violate you might die or just get jumped
Jadakiss, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz
D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys
Double R till they put me in the ground
And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in the pound
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared
What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas
It’s the dirty boy’s home town, yeah bitch I’m on now
Act any motherfuckin' way I want cause shit I’m in my own house
Music — extra, extra loud
Shorties — extra, extra out
My flows — four mics, get The Source bitch and check it out
I came to knock this bastard down
Juic — ya bleedin' now
You be it — the Petey style
Why — hit the curb man I got 'em
With the open mouth
All I hear is oohs and awes
What ya mama said, damn Petey king now
Pow, I’m on they tails now
Helicopter well now
From Carolina to the ATL, it’s hell now
Ah, simmer down, simmer down
Before they kick our ass out
Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now
Ha ha, keep the fame nigga I’m in it for the dough
Fuck the glow, what’s the sense if you ain’t got cash to blow
I had to shift my gears from fast to slow
And get it past they time
Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press the nine
I bet yo hood can’t fuck with mine
Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around
And niggas just don’t crack they leak
And they too quick to quack they beak
You hungry nigga’s ribs touchin' what
Now you want half my meat
You know the narrow
Nigga I still run with the four pound metals
Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
You boys livin' a dream like the Cosbys
And I’m tell ya one mo' time, no that ain’t me on Foxy
Don’t get it twisted I got hitters that’ll do you in And if the Feds come I got hitters that’ll do my ten
With no problem, on every song I plant my flow blossom
From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA The Apostle
Bia bia — put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia — put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia — get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
Bia bia — get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
We run this bitch, yo click ain’t shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain’t shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain’t shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain’t shit
Say nigga fuck you — fuck you
Nigga fuck you — fuck you
Nigga fuck you — fuck you
Nigga fuck you — fuck you
Nigga fuck you — fuck you
Nigga fuck you — fuck you
Nigga fuck you — fuck you
Nigga fuck you — fuck you
Nigga fuck you — fuck you
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Tak, Ten Roy Jones Jr.
Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin ' down
The undisputed light heavyweight ch&ion of the world
We about to knock niggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix
Lil ' Jone and the East Side Boyz
Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte
Represent y ' all in the hood tonight
Yeah, yeah, uh uh Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo hood up Put yo click up Put yo click up Put yo click up put yo click up Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
Trzymam 44 z boku.
Strzały poniżej pasa sprawią, że uda zwisną
Uh, wiesz Kiss, wszystko co robię to dmucham cały dzień
Gettin ' money in The Bluff or on MLK
Odkąd przywieźli złoto z powrotem
I bought me a gold mack
To explode I leave ya back on Old National
Jestem w klubie dżentelmenów z bandytami dżentelmenów.
But they call my hood pool dog because we swimmin ' in drugs
Naćpać się, upić się, a my się nawalimy.
/ Align = "left" /
Jadakiss, Lil ' Jon and them Eastside Boyz
D-Block, każdy Czarnuch ma przynajmniej pięć zabawek
Double R till they put me in the ground
I wróciłem jako kula, Czarnuch wsadził mnie do schroniska.
Przestań zachowywać się jak suka, boisz się.
What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas
# It 's the dirty boy' s home town, yeah bitch I ' m on now #
Zachowuj się tak, jak chcę, bo jestem we własnym domu.
Muzyka-extra, extra loud
Shorties-extra, extra out
My flows-four mics, get the Source bitch and check it out
Przyszedłem znokautować tego drania.
Juic-ya bleedin ' now
You be it-the Petey style
Why-hit the curb man I got ' em
Z otwartymi ustami
Wszystko co słyszę to oohs and awes
What ya mama said, damn Petey king now
Pow, I ' m on they reils now
/ Align = "left" /
From Carolina to the ATL, it ' s hell now
Ah, simmer down, simmer down
Zanim nas wykopią.
Lil ' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now
Ha ha, keep The fame nigga I ' m in it for the dough
Jebać blask, jaki jest sens, jeśli nie masz kasy do dmuchania
Musiałem zmienić bieg z szybkiego na powolny.
/ Align = "left" /
Hopin ' that when I call home they dead or press the nine
Założę się, że yo hood nie może zadzierać z moim.
Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around
A czarnuchy nie pękają, przeciekają.
I za szybko kwakają dziobem
You hungry nigga 's ribs touchin' what
Teraz chcesz połowę mojego mięsa.
Znasz wąską
Nigga I still run with the four pound metals
Still lacin ' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
Wy chłopcy żyjecie snem jak Cosbys.
And I 'm tell ya one mo' time, no that ain ' t me on Foxy
Mam zabójców, którzy Cię załatwią, a jeśli przyjdą federalni, mam zabójców, którzy załatwią moją dziesiątkę.
# With no problem, on every song # # I plant my flow blossom #
From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte vel the Apostle
Bia bia-put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia-put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia-get buck in the motherfuckin ' crowd
Bia bia-get buck in the motherfuckin ' crowd
We run this bitch, yo click ain ' t shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain ' t shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain ' t shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain ' t shit
Say nigga fuck you-fuck you
Nigga fuck you-fuck you
Nigga fuck you-fuck you
Nigga fuck you-fuck you
Nigga fuck you-fuck you
Nigga fuck you-fuck you
Nigga fuck you-fuck you
Nigga fuck you-fuck you
Nigga fuck you-fuck you