Method Man — The What tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know thet like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smallz is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
«What you talkin bout Willis?»
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and
throw dick toykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I wan the fuckin Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don’t tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don’t want to fuck with Biggie
Here I am, I’ll be damned if this ain’t hit
Come to spread butter deliverage over hominy grit
It’s the low killer death trap, yes I’m a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stobitchin, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, I’ll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can’t happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I’m from Shaolin, Island, and ain’t afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It’s real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)
Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it Honies shake your hips, ya don’t stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.
I’m lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections, I’ll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
I’m not a gentle, man, I’m a Method, Man!
Baby accept it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
And when my Mac unloads
I’m guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke
The faggot took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
It’s the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus
(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (Nigga won’t even stand next to you)
Nigga touch me you better bust me tree times in the head
Or motherfucker’s dead, ya thought so
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I used to get feels on a bitch
Teraz rzucam tarczami na kutasa.
Żeby powstrzymać mnie od tego gówna z HIV.
I niggaz know thet like A Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this RAP killin
Biggie Smallz is the illest
Twój styl jest wykręcony, tak jak Arnold zastanawiał się
"Co Ty mówisz o Willisie?»
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
jest tutaj, aby podniecić i
throw dick toykes
Suki I like em brainless
Guns I like em
I wan the Fucking Fortune like the Wheel
Ściskam gatki, aż moje magazynki są puste.
Don ' t tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
Nie chcesz zadzierać z Biggie ' m
Oto jestem, niech mnie diabli, jeśli to nie trafi
Przyjdź rozrzucić masło nad hominy grit
To pułapka śmierci niskiego zabójcy, tak jestem jet black ninja
Coming where you rest at, surrender
Wejdź do ringu, jesteś najlepszym zawodnikiem.
Looking cold booty jak twoja cipka w grudniu
Nigga stobitchin, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gets is a can ' t ass-whippin
Hey, I ' ll be kickin, you son, you doing all the yappin
/ Align = "left" /
You front and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo jestem z Shaolin, Island, i nie boję się coś zepsuć
So what Cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
Mam sześciostrzałowca i konia o imieniu Trigger.
Jest prawdziwy, 94, surowy surowy.
Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil something like this)
Pieprzyć świat, nie proś mnie o gówno.
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it Honies shake your hips, ya don ' t stop
I niggaz pack The clips, keep on Verse two, coming with that Olde e brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I. C. U.
Jestem podniesiony, możesz przyprowadzić swoją porąbaną ekipę.
Mam znajomości, utknę jak klej.
Bez wątpienia, schodzę i SRAM
Yo i gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get
A niggaz to kocha, nie w fizycznej formie, ale w mentalnej.
I spark and they cells get warm
Nie jestem delikatny, jestem metodą!
Baby accept it, extremely respect it
Stop look and listen
Pluję na twój grób i biorę mojego Charlesa Dickensa.
Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Zimny jak słup w zimie
Daleko mi do wynalazcy, ale mam to gówno rapu zszyte
And when my Mac unloads
I ' m guarantee another video
Gotowy na śmierć, dlaczego tak się zachowuję?
Pop Duke zostawił mamę Duke
Pedał poszedł tylnym wyjściem.
Więc zamiast robić Laski ssać mi kutasa, robiłem napady.
Bo hoes jest drażniący jak hic-CUPS
Przepraszam, przepływy rosną we mnie jak drzewa na gałęzie.
Klify do lawin
To Modliszka.
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
Fenomen rapu, plus
(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (Nigga won ' t even stand next to you)
Nigga touch me you better bust me tree times in the head
Albo motherfucker ' s dead, ya thought so