Mystikal — Gangstas tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Gangstas", wykonawca: Mystikal.
Tekst piosenki
Look here, you got three crazy muthafuckas
in the same place at the same time.
(Yeah, Master P.)
You know this shit gon be off the hook.
(It's gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.)
For my bitches down south.
Southern hospitality.
(Representin, ya heard me!)
From the cold, hard streets of the LBC
To a duet with Mystikal and Master P Real G’s ship keys and shoot dice on their knees
And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies
Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped
Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold
Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe
Them South niggas bangin off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight
No Limit ain’t no gimmick
It’s tragic you know, so don’t be meddlin with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, I’m back
Yo P, take me to the streets, that’s where my heart is at You make em say Ughhhhhhh!
I make em say beeyatch
Together we can flip the script and get grip
You got the crack, I got the bud sack
Mystikal, smack, you got the strap
Deep in that gangsta shit on a night like that
You blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch!
We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
Know what, we’re bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
Got this fuckin party poppin
You cappin and army braggin
Gon keep smugglin in this game shit
«Niggas ain’t rappin» what you say about gangsta rappin
You get killed forever, my nigga, every day
Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay
Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain’t wanna heard what I say
Damn leather dog bombin
Done made a mistake
We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good
Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where y’all going, that much, we’ll see right through ya
I’ll out hustle ya, can’t put up a fight cause I out muscle ya My really don’t give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you ain’t saying shit
I’m colder than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green Altimos
But I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds
B-O-U-T we bout it Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy
And where you from is how you come
Where you be or you’re at Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long Beach to New Orleans, from every nigga in the hood to the
penitentiary
Tryin to, survive on these streets
Slangin dope cause the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a train
Sixty five when it came, eighty nine when it lay
I’m in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four
Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo
Bring the stylins of your talk
I mean real gangstas don’t talk
Free your mind and refugee
Alive and turn your cheeks like Pras be
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Słuchaj, masz trzy szalone skurwysyny.
w tym samym miejscu w tym samym czasie.
(Tak, Mistrzu P.)
Wiesz, że to gówno będzie łatwe.
(To będzie najdziksze gówno, jakie kiedykolwiek słyszałeś.)
Dla moich Suk na południu.
Południowa gościnność.
(Representin, ya heard me!)
From the cold, hard streets of the LBC
Do duetu z Mystikal i Master P Real G ' s ship keys I shoot dice on their knees
I przyłożyli Pistolety do ust swoim wrogom.
Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front
Bądź tym samym skurwysynem, który skopał Ci dupę.
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Trying to play my boy over, you was with your hoe
Them South niggas bangin off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight
No Limit ain ' t no gimmick
To tragiczne, wiesz, więc nie czepiaj się mojego Syna i motyki.
Leay low, hit the floor, I ' m back
Yo P, take me to the streets, that ' s where my heart is at You make em say Ughhhhhhh!
I make em say beeyatch
Razem możemy odwrócić scenariusz i chwycić się
You got the crack, I got the bud sack
Mystikal, smack, you got the strap
"Deep in that gangsta shit on a night like that"
Ty rozwalisz mnie, a ja ciebie, beeyatch!
We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
Wiesz co, zaraz wyskoczymy z jakimś gangsterskim gównem
Gangsta shit!
Got this fucking party poppin
Ty cappin i army braggin
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"Niggas ain' t rappin " what you say about gangsta rappin
Zabijają Cię na zawsze, czarnuchu, każdego dnia
"Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay"
"Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain 't wanna hear what I say"
Cholerny skórzany pies bombin
Done made a mistake
We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good
"Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood"
Bo tylko prawdziwi gangsterzy są na dole i na dole.
Where y 'all going, that much, we' ll see right through ya
I 'll out hustle ya, can' t put up a fight cause I out muscle Ya my really don ' t give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you ain ' t saying shit
Jestem zimniejszy niż nowa para Stana Smithów.
Świeższe niż całe pudełko zielonych Altimos
Ale muszę rozwalić ci łeb i zrobić dziury po kulach w Twoich Girbaudach.
B-O-U-T we bout it Real gangstas live mutafuckin rowdy
And where you from is how you come
Gdzie jesteś albo jesteś w Fool, uważaj na tyły tych gangsterów w tej czerni.
Long Beach do Nowego Orleanu, od każdego czarnucha w okolicy do
zakład karny
Trying to, survive on these streets
Slangin dope cause the kids gotta eat
Wsadź go do samochodu albo samolotu, szarego psa albo pociągu.
Sześćdziesiąt pięć kiedy przyszedł, osiemdziesiąt dziewięć kiedy leżał
"I' m in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four"
Dwadzieścia spódnic z kabrioletem, pieprzone polo
Bring the stylins of your talk
Prawdziwi gangsterzy nie gadają.
Free your mind and refugee
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