Method Man — Meth Vs. Chef tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Meth Vs. Chef", wykonawca: Method Man.
Tekst piosenki
Duel, worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!
Get ready to gel team!
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
It’s about to go on, Tical!
You make the call, I make the call!
It’s all for all
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
(count my shells)
And there’s about to be one left
(count my shells, nigga)
I know you know it’son kid
(Bring that shit I don’t give a fuck!)
Verse One: Method Man
Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
Niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
A bad situation, cause I’m a sandwich short
Of a picnic, cause you ain’t equipped with the sickening
Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
Tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical
A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
Fucker, I think it’s bout time that you suffer
Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
Meth Vs. Chef
(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo let’s bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
(callin me out, it’s goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
I’m goin all out kid no turnbacks
You could try to front, get smoked and that’s that
Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
Cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin
Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
'Tack you like chess moves best move
Yo, yeah, yo The boards, your ass
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
At Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
Live direct, yeah you better step
Gunshots ring on the set, let’s jet
Motivate, to the gate
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
Airwaves, yo behave
Now you’re a slave with the boots that paved the way
Ahh shit!
Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Pojedynek, godny generała
Jeśli chcesz walczyć, walcz ze mną!
Jeden do jednego! Jak facet z facetem!
Przygotować się do walki!
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
Mamy Ticala, bum! Raekwon szef kuchni, Tical!
To się zaczyna, Tical!
Ty podejmujesz decyzję, ja podejmuję decyzję!
It ' s all for all
Method Man, Raekwon The Chef
(count my shells)
I zostanie jeszcze jeden.
(count my shells, nigga)
I know you know it ' s kid
(Przynieś to gówno mam to w dupie!)
Werset Pierwszy: Method Man
Kto podpalił to gówno to ja byłem chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk z Nowego Jorku, Tical Staten Isle
Niggaz myślał, że mogą wyprowadzać psa ale złapali
A bad situation, because I ' m a sandwich short
Pikniku, bo nie jesteś wyposażony w chore
Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
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Tearing up the power-U, Me-Tical
Zły mnich buddah, co jest, kurwa?
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Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
Niech nikt się nie rusza.
Surowy Weterynarz, straszny jak mistrz pot
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Wąchanie kichanie kaszel ból duszna gorączka głowy
Skurwielu, myślę, że to najwyższy czas, żebyś cierpiał.
Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
Meth Vs. Chef
(it ' s my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo let ' s bring that shit baby)
(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
(callin me out, it ' s going off) rozwalę Twój pieprzony tyłek na śmierć
Zwrotka druga: Raekwon The Chef
I ' m goin all out kid no turnback
Możesz spróbować się przedrzeć, dać się spalić i tyle.
Lyric assassin, ubrany w czarny buggin
Szesnaście strzałów w twój kubek, z pocisku
I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
Bo niggaz zachowują się zabawnie, i fumble
Ale odprężam się, liczę muszle, dużo głów musi lecieć.
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin
Wha-su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
Bez wątpienia, Cha-Cha-BLOW na sesji
Przekrwienie w tamtym kierunku, cypher.
'Tack you like chess moves best move
Yo, yeah, yo deski, twój tyłek
Takt, takt, takt, uH! * bell rings*
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
W Rae through, coming at your motherfuckin crew
Live direct, yeah you better step
Na planie słychać strzały.
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Teraz jesteś niewolnikiem z butami, które utorowały drogę
Cholera!
Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth