RZA — Must Be Bobby tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Must Be Bobby", wykonawca: RZA.
Tekst piosenki
Bo-bby. Bo-bby. Bo-bby.
Bo-bby.
Bo-bby. Bo-bby. Bo-bby.
Bo-bby. Bo-bby. Bo-bby. Bo-bby.
Psssh. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
Yo. Bobby
Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
B-Bobby, yo Hit the bodega for a 40 ounce son, Garcia Vega
Two bags of chips, and one pack of Now &Laters
Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck
Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck
Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet
Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net
with their clothes off, son when the gun goes off
I’m bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off —
your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow’s off
like Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes off
Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider
Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire
Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin
Those who can’t draw the crowd is still tracin
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted
Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can’t lift it So tense, bitch there’s no defense
This four-four inch’ll make you jump the fence
Right eye squinted; I speak brok-len english
Stumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brew
Two-two inside the shoe
No describin what this heat, in my jacket could do I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed
Bow down to the great Bob Digi Digi
(Bo-bby.) Yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby.) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby.) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby.) Oh, no, it must be.
I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with tofu
Sit in the sun six hours then I charge up like Goku
Dragonball Z; imagine you’re raggin me That’s like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin a C Not, tryin to tell you how much weight we carry
It may get, every snake in the tri-state buried
Plus, Feds had one add, sayin I gun traffed
I sold twenty million records bitch; some laugh!
Fresh shafts of morning dew on Nancy Drew
Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn’t figure the Wu You loaf of bread head, keep a sober head
One point five million years my overhead
(Bo-bby.) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby.) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby.) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby.) Yo, check, yo I keep MC’s puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
Ice cold forty ounce drink 'em down with one guzzle
Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back
Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack
A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms
And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm
I be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polished
Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet
You must be Bellevue son I walk with twelve jewels
Afford anything this world could sell you
Beats that the change the style’ll rearrange ya BZA-Bobby! I’m strikin you like Beatlemania
Yo, it must be Bobby
Oh, no, it must be Bobby
Yo, son, it must be Bobby
BZA-buh, BZA-wha', BZA-Bobby
(Bo-bby.) Fuckin up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby.) F-fuckin up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby.) Yo, yo, it must be. doo doo!
(Bo-bby.) Yeah yeah
(Bo-bby.)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Bo-bby. Bo-bby. Bo-bby.
Bo-bby.
Bo-bby. Bo-bby. Bo-bby.
Bo-bby. Bo-bby. Bo-bby. Bo-bby.
Psssh. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
Yo. Bobby
Yo, Yo, RZA Bobby
Yo, Yo, RZA Bobby
B-Bobby, Yo Hit the bodega for a 40 Unce son, Garcia Vega
Dwie torby chipsów, i jedna paczka Now & Laters
Płomień przykuty do moich orzechów, do ostatniego Dolca
Jedyną rzeczą, która uspokaja czarnucha, jest dobre Pieprzenie.
Papierosy luźne są zanurzone w mokrej wodzie.
Chicken of the seas get trapped in my net
z rozebranymi ubraniami, synu, kiedy wystrzeli Pistolet.
Będę grał Napoleona, I wydmucham nos —
your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow ' s off
jak Kunta, próbujący biegać z odrąbanymi palcami u nóg.
Bezkonkurencyjny miecz oddaję jeźdźcowi burzy
Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire
Nabój 400 ziaren, ze stalową kazinką
Ci, którzy nie potrafią przyciągnąć tłumu, wciąż tracą
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Ciężki jak Młot Thora nie możesz go podnieść tak spięty, suko nie ma obrony
Ten 4-4 cal sprawi, że przeskoczysz przez płot.
Prawe oko mrugnęło; mówię po angielsku brok-len
Stumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brew
Dwa-dwa wewnątrz buta
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Pokłońcie się wielkiemu Bobowi Digi Digi
(Bo-bby. To musi być Bobby.
(Bo-bby. O nie, to musi być Bobby.
(Bo-bby. O nie, to musi być Bobby.
(Bo-bby. O nie, musi być.
Trzymam ryż nasączony mlekiem kokosowym zmieszany z tofu
Siądę w słońcu sześć godzin, a potem naładuję się jak Goku.
Dragonball Z; imagine you 're raggin me That' s like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin A C Not, trying to tell you how much we carry we
To może być, każdy wąż w tri-state zakopany
Dodatkowo, federalni mieli jednego Adda, mówiącego, że handlowałem bronią.
Sprzedałem 20 milionów płyt, dziwko; niektórzy się śmieją!
Fresh shafts of morning dew jako Nancy Drew
Detektyw kryminalny Sherlock Holmes nie mógł rozgryźć Wu ty bochenku chleba, miej trzeźwy łeb
One Pive million years my overhead
(Bo-bby. To musi być Bobby.
(Bo-bby. To musi być Bobby.
(Bo-bby. O nie, to musi być Bobby.
(Bo-bby.) Yo, check, yo I keep MC ' s puzzled keep my dogs in the pyzzle
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Syn może wypluć słowo w ptaka, zobaczyć czy ona ćwierknie
Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack
A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms
Koguty chodzą z głowami w Permie
I be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polered
Nigdy, gonić za dolarami, by wypełnić czarny portfel.
Ty musisz być synem Bellevue. chodzę z dwunastoma klejnotami.
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/ Align = "left" / I ' m strikin you like Beatlemania
Yo, to musi być Bobby.
Nie, to musi być Bobby.
Yo, synu, to musi być Bobby.
BZA-buh, BZA-wha', BZA-Bobby
(Bo-bby.) Fucking up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby.) Fucking up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby.) Yo, yo, to musi być. doo doo!
(Bo-bby.) Yeah yeah
(Bo-bby.)