Method Man — Street Education tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Yoooooooooo, sick ass niggas
Sick ass bitches, all the welcome
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah, come on, come on, come on
We don’t need nooooooo, no cop patrol
I wish a nigga would, come through the hood, like Street won’t
Jump out the woods, and snatch your goods
If you don’t know by now, you should
Still actin' like you can’t die tonight, you could
Still doubtin' the kid, like Street won’t push back ya wig
Just for thinkin', it’s not what it is
Shit, Shaolin, we back again, rap for yen
Streetlife, that nigga that’ll tap your chin
Come get some, step to it, let’s see
Where ya heart’s at, let’s do it
I hear you talkin', but take caution, before crossin'
The Street, before you end up layin' in a coffin
Don’t sleep, you rap cats is physically weak
I don’t care how much spins your records get in a week
Big Street, still beat you down with the heat
So umm, watch the words you speak, I roll deep
This is Street Education, tune in
(Rule one, watch them niggas close to you)
This is Street Education, tune in
(Rule two, make sure you do what you suppose to do)
This is Street Education, tune in
(Rule three, fuck the world, spit that shit)
This is Street Education, tune in
Adjust your radio station, let’s begin
Who’s playin' king of New York, y’all gangstas? Hold that thought
I’mma show you how we hold down the fort, I’m from a Shaolin resort
We don’t ball, we catch bodies for sport
Put our high light on the news report
Muthafucka ya name, run up on you, and blast your frame
For that little piece of ice on your chain
Don’t look at me strange -- like you don’t know what this is
I know you feel the gun touchin' your rib, it’s those Shaolin Kids
And we ain’t scared to death, or scared to live
Put twenty two shots in your crib
The Stat, we at it again, put another ten shot through ya Benz
Leave you rollin' through the block, on your rims
We ain’t gots to pretend, me and you, we ain’t gots to be friends
So when you 'em
Be on needles and pins
This where the drama begins
I’m tellin' you pa, I’m out for revenge
Like a nigga tried to murder my kin, I won’t bend
Adjust your radio station
Let’s begin…
Adjust your radio station
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Yooooooooo, sick ass niggas
Sick ass bitches, all the welcome
Dalej, Dalej, Dalej, Dalej
Yeah, come on, come on, come on
Nie potrzebujemy żadnego policyjnego patrolu.
I wish a nigga would, come through the hood, like Street won ' t
Wyskoczyć z lasu, i ukraść swoje towary
Jeśli jeszcze nie wiesz, powinieneś
Still actin 'like you can' t die tonight, you could
Wciąż wątpiąc w dzieciaka, jakby Ulica nie odpychała Ci peruki.
"Just for thinkin', it 's not what it is"
Shit, Shaolin, we back again, rap for yen
Streetlife, that nigga that ' ll stap your chin
Chodź i zobacz.
Where ya heart 's at, let' s do it
Słyszę, co mówisz, ale uważaj, zanim przejedziesz.
Na ulicy, zanim skończysz leżąc w trumnie
Nie śpij, ty rap koty jest fizycznie słaby
I don ' t care how much spins your records get in a week
Big Street, still beat you down with the heat
Więc Umm, uważaj na słowa, które mówisz, i roll deep
To jest Street Education, tune in
(Rule one, watch them niggas close to you)
To jest Street Education, tune in
(Zasada druga, upewnij się, że robisz to, co uważasz za słuszne)
To jest Street Education, tune in
(Zasada trzecia, fuck the world, spit that shit)
To jest Street Education, tune in
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Kto gra króla Nowego Jorku, gangsterzy? Hold that thought
Pokażę Ci, jak utrzymujemy fort, jestem z ośrodka Shaolin.
We don ' t ball, we catch bodies for sport
/ Align = "left" /
Mutafucka ya name, run up on you, and blast your frame
Za ten kawałek lodu na Twoim łańcuchu
Nie patrz na mnie dziwnie, jakbyś nie wiedział, co to jest.
I know you feel the gun touchin 'your rib, it' s those Shaolin Kids
I nie boimy się śmierci, ani życia.
Wrzuć 22 strzały do łóżeczka.
Stat, we at it again, put another 10 shot through ya Benz
Leave you rollin ' through the block, on your rims
We ain 't gots to pretend, me and you, we ain' t gots to be friends
So when you ' em
Be on needles and pins
Tu zaczyna się dramat.
I 'm tellin' you tato, I ' m out for revenge
Jak Czarnuch próbował zabić mojego krewnego, nie zginęłbym
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