Mac Dre And Mac Mall — They Ask For It tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Chemical Ali, my posse like Nazis
I call shots like Gotti, my designated hitters catch bodies
Crestland mad man, cutthroat kamikaze
Sicko, schizo, sneak Tommys in the party
And when the funk pop off, squares already know who shot him
Them boys slidin' back to the Triple C on posi
Me see Sawyer Street like Big Daddy and Collie
And quick stretch a fly bitch out like Pilates
Chassis think a Mac spittin' drag, then bitch try me
I’ll have you in Miami gettin' a couple grand nightly
This some of that Thizz grill, battlefield, Country Club Mac spill
Come against my side and mayne, fa sho, catch a raw deal
For trill, cutt, pass the bomb kill
And I’ma steal on any off-ramp tryna wreck what we build
Nigga, this Mac da Mos, one toke overdose
You suckas can’t come close
And if they do, caps get peeled, for real
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
Shit hit like George Foreman, one dose and you’re soarin'
Cuddies buy rope by the pound, we never come down
Rip to trip or whoop a clown, never come down
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
Shit hit like George Foreman, one dose and you’re soarin'
Cuddies buy rope by the pound, we never come down
Rip to trip or whoop a clown, never come down
If I ain’t drunk now, I’m finna be
I’m full of the Remy, ready to engage the enemy
Push the extremity, hear me, and don’t let up
Use his bitch to set up, and then wet up
Nigga, shut up, you ain’t got my mail yet
Get hit with the Kel-Tec, with the shell-catch
My bitch mail-fetch, sell sex, she rich
I check ill traps and will slap the bitch
So cold, my little niggas from the North Pole
Put ya in a chokehold and shoot up your Ford Probe
A fly force, we a mobile strike force
Put 365 course in a tight Porsche
When my source gives me the coordinates
I sic ‘em, get ‘em, hit ‘em with the pair of ordnance
You insubordinates get the cutthroat guillotine
Ya-da-di-mean? Nigga, this the killa team
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
Dr. Evil: Talk to the hand ‘cause the face don’t wanna hear it anymore
President: What hand? Talk to your hand?
Dr. Evil: You ain’t all that and a bag of potato chips
President: What are you talking about?
Dr. Evil: Don’t go there, girlfriend. Mmm-hmm
President: Whose girlfriend?
Dr. Evil: Don’t mess with me. I’m one crazy mo-fo. I had to pop a cop ‘cause he
wasn’t giving me my props in Oaktown. No? I heard that somewhere
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Chemical Ali, my posse like Nazis
Ja decyduję jak Gotti, moi wyznaczeni zabójcy łapią ciała.
Crestland mad man, cutthroat kamikaze
Świr, świr, zakradają się na imprezę
A kiedy wybuchnie funk, kwadraty już wiedzą, kto go zastrzelił.
Them boys slidin ' back to The Triple C on posi
Ja widzę Sawyer Street jak Big Daddy i Collie
I szybko rozprostuj muchę jak Pilates
Chassis think a Mac spittin ' drag, then bitch try me
I 'll have you in Miami gettin' a pare paths nightly
To coś z tego Thizz grill, battlefield, Country Club Mac spill
Przyjdź przeciwko mnie i mayne, fa sho, Złap surową umowę
For trill, cutt, pass the bomb kill
And I ' m steal on any off-ramp tryna wreck what we build
Nigga, this Mac da Mos, one toke overdose
Nie możecie się zbliżyć.
A jeśli tak, czapki są obierane, naprawdę.
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
Gówno uderza jak George Foreman, jedna dawka i wznosisz się
Cuddies buy rope by the pound, we never come down
"Rip to trip or Lac a clown, never come down"
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
Gówno uderza jak George Foreman, jedna dawka i wznosisz się
Cuddies buy rope by the pound, we never come down
"Rip to trip or Lac a clown, never come down"
Jeśli nie jestem teraz pijany, jestem finna be
Jestem pełen Remy ' ego, gotowy do walki z wrogiem.
Push the extremity, hear me, and don ' t let up
Użyj swojej suki, żeby się ustawić, a potem zmocz się.
Nigga, shut up, you ain ' t got my mail yet
/ Align = "left" /
My bitch mail-fetch, sell sex, she rich
I check ill traps and will klaps the bitch
Tak zimno, moje małe czarnuchy z Bieguna Północnego
Wsadzę Cię do duszenia i wystrzelisz sondę Forda.
A fly force, we a mobile strike force
Put 365 course in a tight Porsche
Kiedy moje źródło poda mi współrzędne
I sic ' em, get 'em, hit' em with the pair of ordnance
Wy niesubordynaci dostaniecie zabójczą gilotynę.
Ya-da-di-mean? Nigga, this the killa team
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
They on it, they want it, these niggas ask for it
"Talk to the hand' cause the face don 't wanna hear it anymore"
Jakiej ręki? Porozmawiać z ręką?
Nie jesteś taki i paczką chipsów ziemniaczanych.
O czym ty mówisz?
Nie zaczynaj, dziewczyno. Mmm-hmm
Czyja dziewczyna?
Nie zadzieraj ze mną. Jestem wariatem. Musiałem zabić gliniarza, bo on
nie dawał mi rekwizytów w Oaktown. Nie? Gdzieś to słyszałem.