Royce Da 5'9" — D-Elite Part 2 tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Niggaz right here, show you how I do Niggaz right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Fuck a team like you who swing like you
We block shots in the ring lightning
Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill
Nas couldn’t rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will
I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through with one girl and five dudes
Best crew in the D, niggaz best move
All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used
Niggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for me The only overlord me, only glory, you reach!
Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep
The contract is out on The King, nigga you breach
D-Elite — Jah, Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma’s water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I’m focused
I was raised by a postal employee, need I say more?
State ya name gangsta!
Tre' Little don status hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back now that’s what you get
I came in this game like it’s more than rap
Dog, I’m tryin' to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers its covered
That’ll last about May, June well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I’ll take a shot at any one of y’all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Hail Mary that’s how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my State ya name gangsta!
Its the C-H-A, say it wit me niggas Cha Cha Cha
Y’all Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny these niggas aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with the finger next to the index
Such threats expect five guys, five techs
Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They don’t say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they greet you like «Hey Guy»
What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore what we were buildin before
So add a million sold or more when I get at you whores
State ya name gangsta!
Cut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow down
Them little guns y’all blow I stay on the low
Rap like this and work the scale like «So»
Take it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For the building or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I’ma FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up dude
When its hot I, breathe in the heat don’t even sleep
I be knee deep in the beats that made me Certified gangsta specialize in Duct Tape
Let you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut take
Show ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
Turn ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)
State ya name gangsta!
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history made
The street gangsta city flow race against time
Never sign for cash my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze push past you get a grip
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock fake niggas shouldn’t doubt us Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small Christ
Niggaz playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I’m like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast to the real in God we trust
Calm gladiator song navigator
Them whole blocks gotta story tell
All of a sudden seasons change, your welcome
State ya name gangsta!
Billie Nix black man is here listen close
Spittin just to niggas, X address the niggas
Most niggas don’t see right see light like its darkness
No guns in sight no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you write like you retarded
No offense but ya flow is slow and dense
I know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin this
You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn’t know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up kick in the door play it some more
This is the evolution of emcee who dissin us?
Gettin Rah stick up nigga hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here D-Elite touch it Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it X government agent remember yo name
Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha fucka
State ya name, gangsta!
My God!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Niggaz right here, show you how I do Niggaz right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Fuck a team like you who swing like you
Blokujemy strzały w błyskawicy ringu
Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal Rhyme skill
Nas nie umiał rymować, Nickel-Nine will
Przejdę przez to, ochłodzę się, rozwalę całą ekipę.
Cool out bro, out-blask cały klejnot
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Ride through with one girl and five dudes
Najlepsza ekipa w D, niggaz najlepszy ruch
All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used
Niggaz bluffin, nuda me, nothin for me the only overlord me, only glory, you reach!
"Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep"
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D-Elite-Jah, Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
Beczka Szwajcara, Cała tec z bliska
Gdyby ten blok był gorętszy, mógłbym założyć sektę.
Miałem kłopoty, gdy odeszły wody mojej mamie.
Nigdy nie widzisz, jak słabi mnie niszczą, jestem skupiony.
Wychowywał mnie pracownik poczty.
Stan ya name gangsta!
Tre ' Little don status hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back now that ' s what you get
Przyszedłem w tej grze, jakby to było coś więcej niż rap.
Psie, próbuję zniszczyć limit pensji.
The Source is happy we came six covers its covered
To potrwa około maja, czerwca, aż do lata.
Dlaczego mówić o różnych kolorach dla różnych coupes
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Pomóż mi mamo, strzelę do każdego z was.
Got mami droppin ' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments
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Nie wychylaj się, dobrzy faceci złapią cię z hakiem. wiem, dlaczego kłamiesz.
Ya crew ain ' t quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels like Ooh my State ya name gangsta!
To C-H-a, say it wit me niggas Cha Cha Cha
Y ' all Cha Cha Cha
Nie możesz kłamać ani zaprzeczać tym czarnuchom.
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Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
Idź w głąb najlepiej z palcem obok indeksu
Takich gróźb oczekuje pięciu facetów, pięciu techników
Niech wszyscy gats śpiewają razem jak kwintet
Nie mówią, kto, syn, dun, czy youngn.
Możesz im wisieć, przywitać się, a oni witają cię w stylu:»
What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
Moi bracia, wszyscy weterani, wszyscy rzucają siódemkami.
When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
My i załogi już się nie kłócimy. zbudowaliśmy go z biednych.
Ja i Royce przywróciliśmy to, co zbudowaliśmy wcześniej.
Więc dodaj milion sprzedanych lub więcej, Kiedy cię dorwę, dziwki.
Stan ya name gangsta!
Cut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow down
Them little guns y ' all blow I stay on the low
Rap jak ten i pracuj skalą jak " So»
Zabierz to do rynsztoka.
Pompa rozdzielcza, nieważne.
Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For the building or the blocks do the Thang to the dirt
I ' m FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and move
Pobyt w A przejebane w nastroju jeden przejebane w górę Stary
Kiedy jest gorąco, oddycham w upale, nawet nie śpię.
I be knee deep in the beats that made me Certified gangsta specialized in Duct Tape
"Let you know how many fo 'five slugs y gut take"
Show ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
Zamienisz swój ulubiony narkotyk w inny narkotyk, gliniarzu.)
Stan ya name gangsta!
Jah da 5 ' 9 speak and shake Rhyme great history made
The street gangsta city flow race against time
Nigdy nie podpisuj forsy my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze push min you get a grip
Millennium game, earth ton keep it in range
Close to the grey i rock fake niggas shouldn ' t doubt us Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
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Długie noce bust those in small Christ
Niggaz playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
Jak byś ze mną walczył jestem jak dziesięć silnych rodzin
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Henny on the rocks toast za prawdziwe w Bogu ufamy
Calm gladiator song
Them whole blocks gotta story tell
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Stan ya name gangsta!
Billie Nix black man is here słuchaj uważnie
Spittin just to niggas, X address the niggas
Większość czarnuchów nie widzi dobrze widzi światło jak jego ciemność
Nie ma broni w zasięgu wzroku nie ma siły dla bezdusznych
We run ya mics you write like you deepless
Bez urazy, ale ya flow jest powolny i gęsty
I know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin this
Palisz to, co napisałeś będąc spłukanym, yellin rich
Nie wiedziałem, że powinieneś mówić kiedy spłukany mówi biedny
Then biggie up kick in the door play it some more
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Getting Rah stick up nigga hand me ya
Get a job we here D-Elite touch it Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it X government agent remember yo name
Zapamiętaj swoją grę, czarnuchy nie będziesz spittin to samo, motho fucka
Podaj swoje imię, gangsta!
Mój Boże!