Mr. 3-2 — Swang Down tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Swang Down", wykonawca: Mr. 3-2.
Tekst piosenki
Yo, you done tuned into radio Boss Hogg Corleone
Yeah that’s right, Miggity Mike D and I’m back
Yeah 60 days out the Penn, putting it on you niggaz shoulders
Like it go you know I’m saying, My Gift to the World
My Gift to the World, from the Don Corleone is to bless you
With all the greatest hits I done been on, you know I’m saying
Skeet taste you, for that Hoggin Da Game come out
Cause I’m fin to put it in your face, Corleone Family Entertainment
Baby, we fin to take over this thang for the 2 triple 0−4 you smell me Swing down, sweet chariots let me ride
Coming down slow, on the damn Southside
Swanging on 4's, slamming on do’s
Gripping your hoe, that’s the way it goes
It’s the big sugar daddy, bailing none other
Coming down with blunt, in the red and peanut butter
Naw I didn’t stutter, popping trunks surround
Coming down slow, watch a playa what clown
On the Boulevard, yeah my swangas we’ll mob
I’m coming down the Boulevard, swanging on them hard
Me and C.B., got the T.V. on Got my glock in my lap, riding till dawn
Man it’s all goody, hit the parking lot
Pop trunk red neon, it don’t stop
Watching hoes bop, cause we on that glass
C.B. crawling, yeah I got on my mask
With my Sacci looks, ready to let my pistol smoke
Cause up in the C, and I’m gone off that dope
Leaning on the drank, so what you think
I got my hand on my glock, plus I got my shank
I swang on dots, floss on chops
Hit the scene beat it up, like a boiling crock pot
Dipping so low, in the Jag cockpit
Got my paws frostbit, with six screens lit
Feeling like the shit, mobbing on twin Z’s
Pat in front of the Lac, I’m in the J-A-G
Sipping a skeet taste, with a cannon on my waste
Iceberg to the drawas, putting it all in your face
Shocking and body rocking, swanging side to side
Crawling wide body, with Palomino inside
Tell I’m a 84 glider, on the block glider
Catch me and 3 in the Pathfinder, with diamonds that’ll blind you
Smoking on sticky, sipping lean in my machine
Through the parking lot crawling, hogging dogging the scene
With my mug on mean, working sixteen
Swanging on you boys, fulfilling ghetto dreams
Lumilean to Eddies, money over bop hoes
My Diablo, and see six zeros
Niggaz sturn like 84's, and switch like kids
Gotta move around, cause they’ll put it in your ears
Still sipping but no beer, check up in my styrofoam
In H-Town Texas, my home sweet home
The Governor and Corleone, P-A-T resurrected
Vote for Mr. 3−2, to be reelected
Me Mafia connected, with the streets on lock
Entertaining my peoples, on the fifty foot yacht
I move a big body out to, bending corners turning heads
From the Boulevard MLK, to the blocks of Homestead
We flossing and flipping turning, tipping so low
Beating the trunk, and dropping the top real slow
Letting the world feel it, realest from the Gulf Coast
We swang down up on the block, body rock with my folks
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Yo, you done tuned into Radio Boss Hogg Corleone
Tak jest, Miggity Mike D i jestem z powrotem
Yeah 60 days out the Penn, putting it on you niggaz shoulders
* Like it go * * you know I ' m saying, My Gift to the World *
Moim darem dla świata, od Don Corleone jest pobłogosławienie Cię.
With all the greatest hits I done been on, you know I ' m saying
Skeet taste you, for that Hoggin Da Game come out
Bo nie mam nic przeciwko, Corleone Family Entertainment
Baby, we fin to take over this thang for the 2 triple 0-4 you smell me Swing down, sweet chariots let me ride
Schodząc powoli, na cholerną Southside
Swanging on 4 's, slamming on do' S
Chwytając motykę, tak to działa.
To big sugar daddy, bailing no other
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Nie jąkałem się, pękające Kufry otaczały
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On the Boulevard, yeah my swangas we ' ll mob
Idę po bulwarze, uderzając w nich mocno.
Ja i C. B., Mamy telewizor, mam Glocka na kolanach, jeżdżę do świtu.
Człowieku, wszystko jest super, uderz na parking.
Pop trunk red neon, it don ' t stop
Oglądanie hoes bop, bo my na tym szkle
C. B. crawling, yeah I got on my mask
# With my Sacci looks, ready to let my pistol smoke #
Bo na górze w C, a ja odchodzę od tego narkotyku.
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I got my hand on my glock, plus I got my shank
I swang on dots, nitka na kotlety
Hit the scene beat it up, like a boiling crock pot
Zanurzenie tak nisko, w kokpicie Jaguara
Mam odmrożone łapy z sześcioma ekranami.
Feeling like the shit, mobbing on twin Z ' S
Pat przed raną, jestem w J-A-G
Popijając smak skeetu, z armatą na moim odpadku
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Szokujące i kołysanie ciała, kołysanie z boku na bok
Pełzające szerokie ciało, z Palomino w środku
Tell I ' m a 84 glider, on the block glider
Złap mnie i trójkę w Tropicielu, z diamentami, które Cię oślepią.
Smoking on sticky, sipping lean in my machine
Przez parking czołgając się, zajeżdżając dogging sceny
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Swanging on you boys, fulfilling ghetto dreams
Lumilean to Eddies, money over bop hoes
Mój Diablo, i zobacz sześć zer
Niggaz sturn like 84 ' s, and switch like kids
Musisz się ruszać, bo wsadzą ci to do uszu.
Wciąż sączy, ale nie ma piwa, sprawdź w moim styropianie
In H-Town Texas, my home sweet home
Gubernator i Corleone, P-A-T wskrzeszeni
Głosy za:
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Zabawiając moich ludzi, na jachcie 50 stóp
I move a big body out to, gięcie rogów turning heads
Od bulwaru MLK do bloków Zagrody
We flossing and flipping turning, tipping so low
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Niech świat to poczuje, realest od wybrzeża Zatoki Perskiej
We swang down up on the block, body rock with my Starzy