Parov Stelar — Libella Swing tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
It’s a Midwest thang, y’all — and they ain’t got a clue
(They ain’t got a clue) why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that muh’fucker too
It’s a Midwest swang, y’all — and they ain’t gotta trip
(They ain’t gotta trip) while we swing and dip
Cause we do big thangs on the muh’fuckin hip
It’s a Midwest thang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay What you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real
We got Benz’s Rovers' and Jag’s, Hummer’s and Deville’s
Got a green S Class, ain’t broke the door seal
Shit ain’t been the same since I signed Fo' Reel
This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I’ll be on my third Bentley by the time I’m at 9
I hear 'em cryin, «You gon' sell out» ya damn right
I done sold out before and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too *Icey* for sunlight
Dunkin without Sprite, yea you heard me dirty
I’m from the Show-Me State, show me seven I’ll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin St. Louis everytime I breathe
In the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay I sport my beeper on my boots, that’s why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it’s on my lips, it’s chaos when I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit
Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I’m the Pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young ways
Cause I connect three blunts and be high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain’t from 'round hurr (here)
Probably couldn’t tell cuz I ain’t walkin nowhurr (nowhere)
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the urr (air)
TV’s urrwhurr (everywhere) wood grain to sturr (stare)
I don’t curr (care), hell naw I ain’t cuttin my hurr (hair)
To the half in them Airforce 1's, give me two purr (pair) ugh
I’m from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three chains
Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce’s
Back porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out hurr, we can ride and chief
Ain’t gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch
My dirty’s love to spark, and love to sparkle
Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin' car do’s (doors)
We racin down Skinker, see how fast our car go Granny be like «Ay-yi-yi» like Ricky Ricardo
I know you wanna know why we do what we do You cats ain’t got a clue why the Cutlass blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new UP’s
With one, two, three, four, five TV’s
I’m sittin' on the front porch, writin a hood rhyme
Waitin on my connect to deliver that good line
Wish I would find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed
Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin some blunts and Heineken
Hidin in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do’do', man they some ho' hooo’s
They put the gun to my earr, you know the Lord don’t fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let’s keep that bullshit clearr
They had me face down in the skreet
Errbody watchin, thinkin I’ma pull the heat
And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that — pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I’m back on my granny porch hustlin
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Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
To Środkowy Zachód, y 'all-and they ain' t got a clue
(They ain ' t got a clue) why my Cutlass blue
I mam też te rzeczy na tego skurwysyna.
It 's a Midwest swang, y' all-and they ain ' t gotta trip
(They ain ' t gotta trip) while we swing and dip
Bo robimy wielkie rzeczy na muh ' fuckin hip
To Środkowy Zachód.
Myślisz, że mieszkamy na farmie? Nigga be for real
Mamy łaziki Benza, Jaguara, Hummera i Deville ' a.
Mam zieloną klasę S, nie złamałem uszczelki.
Shit ain 't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel
To gówno zrobiło się chore, kiedy trafiłem 4 miliony.
Five and countin', dirty six at will
Zajął 7.
Będę na trzecim Bentleyu, zanim skończę 9.
I hear 'em crying," You gon 'sell out" ya damn right
Sprzedałem się wcześniej i jeszcze raz złożyłem komplet tej samej nocy.
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Dunkin without Sprite, yea you heard me dirty
Jestem z Show-Me State, show me seven I ' ll show you eight
Karaty w jednej błyskotce, mocno wykrochmalone dżinsy
Representin St. Louis everytime I breathe
In the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay i sport my beeper on my boots, that ' s why I be a buzz when I kick
Może to jest na moich ustach, to chaos kiedy pluję
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
Ćwierć guma, ćwierć kutas, druga połowa w yo ' shit
Zachowaj ćwierć szeeeeeeeeeeeeee, I ' m the Pooky of the backyard
Wszystkie kolory i wszystkie typy jak Złomowisko
Gorąca młody chłopiec z gorąca Młody sposoby
Bo łączyłem trzy uderzenia i byłem na haju przez trzy dni.
You can tell by the way I walk I ain 't from' round hurr (here)
Prawdopodobnie nie mogłem powiedzieć bo nie jestem teraz walkinhurr (nowhere)
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the urr (air)
TV ' s urrwhurr (everywhere) wood grain to sturr (stare)
I don 't curr (care), hell naw I ain' t cuttin my hurr (hair)
To the half in them Airforce 1 ' s, give me two purr (pair) ugh
Jestem z Lou 'and what I do is a Lou' thang
Jeden raper, dwa pierścienie i trzy łańcuchy
Nothing but some Ole country boys that ride v-12 horses
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Tylna porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out hurr, we can ride and chief
Ain 't gotta worry' bout nobody approachin 'us By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up and my eyes be red, my lips a lil ' dark
The Lou is more than the Rams, Cards and lil ' Arch
"My dirty' s love to spark, and love to sparkle"
Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin' car do ' s (doors)
Ścigamy się Skinker, zobaczymy jak szybko jedzie nasz samochód babcia będzie jak" ay-yi-yi " jak Ricky Ricardo
I know you wanna know why we do what we do You cats ain ' t got a clue why the Cutlass blue
Brand new twenty-two 'S on new UP' s
Raz, dwa, trzy, cztery, pięć telewizorów
Siedzę na ganku, piszę rymowankę.
Czekam na mojego łącznika, by dostarczyć tę dobrą linię.
Chciałbym znaleźć jedno ziarno w moim ziole.
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Pociągnij tutaj, 8 funtów Chińczyków.
Dwa stay hittin some blunts and Heineken
Hidin z tyłu z po 'po'
Kopnął mnie do 'do', man they some ho ' Hoo ' s
Przyłożyli mi broń do ucha, wiesz, że pan się nie boi
Nann nigga, nann hoe, Let ' s keep that shit clearr
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I zostawić D-TEC ' y z przeciekiem w sklepie
And that-pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Daj To temu czarnuchowi jak NYPD.
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I ' m back on my granny porch hustlin
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