Method Man — Never Hold Back tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
We gon' roll with that right there, aight then
Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House
Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House!
Yeah, another Def Jam, where we don’t make stars
We just sign 'em, uh-huh, that’s what’s up, Big Sox
I’m on the grind… (can't wait to shine)
Fuck that, I pull your blinds, catch you f’ing with mines, no go 'head
I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), muthafucka know the name
And know that I ain’t feelin' ya’ll lames, like novacaine
Ain’t no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
Of the track, muthafucka, that’s E3, my love for the game
(it's just not the same)
Unless it’s Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and (pop the chain), know your lane
Fuck cocaine, stick up, bout to blow your brains off the map
The (Flame is back), it’s the amazing
J. Blazin' grapes of wrath turn to raisin
What part of the (game is that), we not playin'
Ya’ll try’nna raise the price at the door, we not payin'
So watcha (watcha want?) You kids are slum
And son got knuckles in his Air Force One’s, come on Niggaz never seen it this raw (but nothing’s gonna hold me back)
Keep the heat up by the big dog (but I don’t wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
Yo, yo, on the air (thought you dead?) But I returned
To give you what you waited four years, now to burn
Hold your head (and know your ledge) your life flash by Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go Catch me in the West Wing, I might «Rob Lowe»
Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jaw
And tell whatever chick that I’m with, slap your broad
This is it, (I'm stuck with ya’ll) and ya’ll stuck with me In the lap of luxury, where the hell’s cut for free
And the kid (can't fuck with ya’ll) Til I got a tree
On some new property, at my new pot to pee, have mercy
(Mercy me) Things ain’t what they used to Soon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot ya These rhymes (ain't nursery) Life’s a bitch
Then you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on!
My, life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo Ya’ll know how I do it, screw it, all day, everyday
You know what I’m sayin'? Stinkin', drinkin' and fightin' crime
Staten Island, stand up, we in the muthafuckin' house
Come on!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Będziemy się z tym bawić, w porządku.
Gilla House, mutafucka, Gilla House
Gilla House, mutafucka, Gilla House!
Tak, kolejny Def Jam, gdzie nie tworzymy gwiazd
Po prostu je podpiszemy, Uh-huh, to jest to, Big Sox
I 'm on the grind... (can' t wait to shine)
Jebać to, zasłonię Ci żaluzje, złapię Cię na minach, bez głowy.
I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), mutafucka know the name
And know that I ain 't feelin' ya ' ll lames, like novacaine
Ain ' t no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
Z utworu, mutafucka, to E3, my love for the game
(it ' s just not the same)
Chyba, że to Gilla House, i Wu-Tang Clan, w domu, cop thing Thang
Live together and (pop the chain), know your lane
/ Align= "left" /
The (Flame is back), it ' s the amazing
J. Blazin' grapes of wrath turn to raisin
Co jest częścią (gra jest to), we not playin'
Nie podniesiemy ceny za drzwi, nie zapłacimy.
So watcha (watcha want?) Jesteście slumsami
And son got knuckles in his Air Force One 'S, come on Niggaz never seen it this raw (but nothing' s gonna hold me back)
Keep the heat up by the big dog (but I don ' t wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
Yo, yo, on the air (thought you dead? Ale wróciłem.
Aby dać ci to, na co czekałeś cztery lata, teraz spalić
Hold your head (and know your ledge) your life flash by Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go Catch me in the West Wing, I might " Rob Lowe»
Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jaw
I powiedz każdej lasce, z którą jestem, uderz swoją laskę
This is it, (I 'm stuck with ya' ll) and ya 'll stuck with me In the lap of luxury, where the hell' s cut for free
And the kid (can 't fuck with ya' ll) Til I got a tree
Na jakiejś nowej posesji, przy moim nowym garnku do sikania, miej litość
(Mercy me) Things Ain 't what they used to Soon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot ya These rhymes (ain' t nursery) Life ' s a bitch
Potem idziesz do sądu, a ona bierze połowę twojego gówna, No dalej!
My, life, your life, Yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo ya ' ll know how I do it, screw it, all day, everyday
Wiesz o czym mówię? Stinkin', drinkin 'and fightin' crime
Staten Island, stand up, we in the mutafuckin ' house
Dalej!