Kurupt — Step Up tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Step Up", wykonawca: Kurupt.
Tekst piosenki
Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it’s time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
(Wait a minute, um)
Crooked I:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When I’m rockin' I’m more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I’m waitin' to get dicced, if not, I’m a start finishin' innocents
Freezin g’s in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when I’m speakin' phoenician
It’s all about Crooked
These bitches shout Crooked
I’ll make you say the West Coast ain’t shit without Crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas’ll get disabled
When I’m spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4−5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that’s for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let’s get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y’all niggas up
Y’all don’t wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!
Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don’t compare me to none
Not one’s nearly
Severe, cuz I severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock
Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don’t stop
Turn your speakers up, dj Battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!
Xzibit:
When I was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to Italy
It’ll be, a cold day in Hell when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can’t be done
I’m the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don’t test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That ain’t a threat, that’s a promise I can definitely keep
You can’t compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole Pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I’m The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It’s ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can’t stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg Kurupt
Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y’all can’t fucc wit' that
That’s what I’m talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Ain’t nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(Don't step up)
Right, right
(Don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh
(Get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(Get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That’s what I’m talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
(Don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh
(mixed with Battlecat’s scratching)
Motherfuccas can’t fade this shit
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Daz:
O tak!
Teraz czas się czymś zająć.
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
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Crooked I:
To jest sztuka nieumyślnego spowodowania śmierci.
When I 'm rockin' I 'm more shockin' than droppin ' a boom box in bath water
Wdałeś się w złą bójkę.
You catchin ' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick werbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground
Twoje ciało kręci się w sześciu kręgach.
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I 'm waitin' to get dicked, if not, I 'm a start finishin' innocents
Freezin g ' s in your legion
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"It' s all about Crooked"
Te suki krzyczą krzywo
I 'll make you say the West Coast ain' t shit without Crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas ' ll get disabled
When I 'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
To za krzywoprzysięstwo i, złom happy, mic snatcha
Daz:
Skurwysyny, czujecie to?
Możesz się tym zająć?
Let 's get Kurupt the Kingpin to fuck y' all niggas up
Y 'all don' t wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Tak, jak ci się teraz podobam, skurwysynu!?!
Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the middle of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
W mistycznym stanie umysłu, kiedy tworzę rym
Mój mikrofon masakruje się co roku o tej samej porze
Z amputacjami dźwiękowymi, głosowymi myślami głośnego mówcy
Up against the microphone Night stalker
Z tendencją do bicia mcs, jak dziesięciu mnie
Jak widzisz kontynuuję mashin ' mcs
Caboom, pokój zostaje oczyszczony, gdy moje widoki stają się jaśniejsze.
Mikrofon pozaziemski
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Czego się spodziewałeś?
Te żylne zastrzyki
Zostawiam całe sekcje, i sekcje pełne zastrzyków
Z tych trujących melodii i selekcji
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Powiedz mi, Czy kiedykolwiek widziałeś jedną ucieczkę
Z mikrofonem
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Baboom, alone in my own zone
Więc nie porównuj mnie do nikogo.
Ani jednego.
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Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
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Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don ' t stop
Głośniej, dj Battlecat na stole
Spierdolimy to tak i tak, tak
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfucin ' house
Alkaholiks!
Xzibit:
Kiedy się zaciągnąłem
I came to the table double fisted
Sadystyczna, ciężka artyleria, dla wszystkich moich wrogów
Bust shots up in the sky screamin ' obsessions
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to Italy
It ' ll be, a cold day in Hell when you see Xzibit fail
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# Patrz we do it how it can ' t be done
I ' m the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Lub bezpośredni potomek broni Gatlinga
Nie wystawiaj mnie na próbę, synu.
To nie groźba, to obietnica, którą mogę dotrzymać.
You can 't competition wit' 25 niggas wit ' heat in the street
Gotowy do powtórzenia, runda po rundzie na Ciebie
All hell break lose when the whole Pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fuck wit ' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes
Przekrocz linię, teraz musisz zapłacić.
I 'm the Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
Z prochu powstałeś i w proch się obrócisz.
Can ' t stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg Kurupt
Daz:
Tak, bez jaj.
Yeah, y 'all can' t fuck wit ' that
O tym właśnie mówię.
Zachodnie Wybrzeże, robimy to od lat.
Ain 't nothin' happenin ' wit ' that
Battlecat
(Don ' t step up)
Racja, racja.
(Don ' t step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh
(Get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
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(Get hurt, get get get hurt)
O tym właśnie mówię.
Daz Dillinger
(Don ' t step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh
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"Motherfuccas can' t fade this shit"