Run-D.M.C. — Simmons Incorporated tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what’s goin down, what’s goin down)
{Aight, what’s goin on, what’s goin on What’s the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I’m bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
Ain’t he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right now
I’m tellin, I’m show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He’s a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
I’m red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I’ll call you clay cuz you get’s Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain’t know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It’s our passion… what?!
Yo basically I’m here to rename rap, it ain’t rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain’t on my brother’s label
If I did this whole rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It’s only fair that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain’t luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name’s stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC’s waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man’s and them rise
Now speed it up, uh Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now hold up Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we don’t give a what
Yo best best to give it up Sho indeed, let’s Run D’s MC’s, they phony
Some hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that’s yo girlfriend
She wasn’t last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain’t no wins here
This sport’s extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!!
Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle
Cracks, in the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come to school and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a goner
Didn’t really wanna call my momma in Savannah
I spit dynamite ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and test me Take about a million MC’s to wet me For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein the five
Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to much
Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it’ll ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back
I’mma shark in a shack, y’all cats is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped
And I’m leavin 'em dry, shit’s crushed wit bleadin lips
Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Yo mój Czarnuch Jamel Simmons co jest, czarnuchu?
(Gold D, Dig DAST what' s going down, what ' s going down)
Dobra, co się dzieje, co się dzieje tato, dokąd zmierzasz synu?}
(Yo I ' m bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit My Uncle Run, boy)
Ain ' t he a Reverend now, collectin plates
W kościołach?
(He ' s spittin flames right now baby
Jest teraz na szczycie swojej gry.
I 'm tellin, I' m show you, watch
Wiesz co to znaczy? On się narodził na nowo, chuliganie.)
Uh-huh
Red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
/ Align = "left" / We money makin
Twój Fałszywy syn, nazwę Cię clay, bo masz Play-Doh.
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain ' t know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons jako sinamous wit this cash
To nasza pasja... !
Yo zasadniczo Jestem tu by zmienić nazwę na rap, to już nie jest rap
Simmons Incorporated, od 1974
Dużo pieniędzy w tej rodzinie, pomyśl o tym ja wit Run-D. M. C., i on w Def Jam
A jak myślisz?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Wyobraź sobie Boże Narodzenie i Święto Dziękczynienia
People wanna know why I ain 't on my brother' s label
Gdybym zrobił ten cały rap, byłby niestabilny.
Poszedłem do Aristy wit Pana Davisa, na zmianę sąsiadów.
To sprawiedliwe, że dzielimy się tymi nagimi papierami.
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain ' t luck
Jeśli 20 lat po pierwszym singlu, jego imię utknie
Od 1974 do 1999 był nowicjuszem w king, wit a million
MC ' s waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man ' s and them rise
Teraz Przyspiesz to, Uh Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now wanna make ya go live, live
/ Align = "left" / Spacewatch
Spędziłem czas w pluszowym hotelu.
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Słowo do mojego urodzonego, martwego o świcie
/ Align = "left" /
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
/ Align = "left" /
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
Byłeś w aws wit them kids till they made it even
Zawołaj strażnika, tak zrobiłeś, teraz ledwo oddychasz
/ Align = "left" /
Yo best best to give it up Sho rzeczywiście, Let 's Run D' S MC ' s, they phony
Some hump free, they mad bogey
Siodłać konia, jeśli zachód słońca może
Jam Master Jay zasługuje na trofeum za ten utwór, prawda?
Futurystyczna przeszłość typu G, jeśli to twoja dziewczyna
/ Align = "left" /
Stylin mad chump, ain ' t no wins here
Ten sport jest ekstremalny, wiesz co mam na myśli?
Getting royalty, + Precz z królem+!!!
Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle
Cracks, in the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Czy on, czy on chce broń, czy on chce ranę
Przychodzę do szkoły i ustalam zasady.
Dwa, dwa, dwa kanały puste, galony hamowania zrzutu
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-Co-corner, black as a goner
Nie chciałem dzwonić do mamy w Savannah.
I spit dynamite ignite turn off lights
Recytować, pluć poezją Typ, get my squad physical hype
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life
/ Align = "left" /
Down With the Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and test me Take about a million MC ' s to wet me For Run-D. M. C. I let shells fly, freein the five
Wit the red eye, niggas talking to much
/ Align = "left" /
Myślisz o tym w sposób twardy, jak dostać się na dół z bogami
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it ' ll ride wit gats
Peep chicks hugging the sacks, yours scratchin the back
I 'MMA shark in a shack, y' all cats is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped
I zostawiam je suche, gówno jest zmiażdżone w ustach bleadin
Założę się, że zostawię te żetony i C. L. K.
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