The Notorious B.I.G. — Spit Your Game Remix tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Spit your game, talk your shit!
Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Spit you game, talk your shit (Y'all ready?)
Grab your gat, call your click (Y'all ready?)
Spit your game, talk your shit (We in Brooklyn now)
Grab your gat, call you click (King of New York!)
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (B.I.G.!)
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (Boom! Boom! Boom!)
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (8 Ball & MJG)
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Amred and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us Straight up weed, no angel dust — label us Notorious
Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it’s stange to us
Y’all niggaz be scramblin', gamblin'
Up in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin' here tryin' to win — tryin' not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game’ll do to you
Been in this shit since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike
Shit — Not to be fucked with; Motherfuckers better duck quick
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggaz, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha you gonna do — fight or run?
Ladies and gentlemen! Twista!
Makin' money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust
Don’t too many niggaz wanna star with us Got big guns in the car with' us Bust at any motherfucker actin' hard with us They really wanna show you what a G I be
I’d rater be sippin' Remy in V.I.P
We can hear the music and it’ll be by me
Twista with the legendary nigga, B.I.G
Brooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow
You know it’s gon reign with persistence
Two legends on the same track
Two different planes of existence
Let’s get it crackin, I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago
Calicos bumpin, I love to bust dough
You think you could spit on the mic
Like you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?
Shit is real, you know you love em Youu ain’t got ready to die
Life After Death give it to you
However you want it nigga!
Got The Day After — give it to you
However you want it nigga!
Cause the shit’ll get deep
So I carry big heat
Screamin' «Come and get me»
Twista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)
Free mills, I love to make one
All these cars, I love to ride one
All these hoes, I love to cut one
A tribute to Big, I love to bust one
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your click
Squeeze yor clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggaz, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha you gonna do — fight or run?
In the middle of the hour niggaz bring
More drama then they baby mamas
Nigga wanna battle? Well, I’ll bomb ya — One man
But attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta
Niggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are
back!)
But they really don’t wanna see a nigga though
We can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em Hit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow
Doin' it with Swizz — Oh No!
You niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble
Somebody better call po-po
It’s gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally
Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter
Killa nigga — word to me!
And I’m classic, like Bird & Magic
With a tactic to snatch it Strap back and stack some platinum
Double on the mag random
With the bullets I brand em Finna hold the game ransom
Runnin' up in your mansion
Catch the man and blas them cannons
Niggaz ain’t ready for this one cause
I’m on a mission to get even, better believe it
I’m heavily heated, it’s easy to see me If you want to see me, let that be the reason
2006! Come On!
Bad Boys! Come On!
Bad Boys! Come On!
Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me
I’m a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G
Come to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner
If you ask about who run the South, I’m somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy!
Ask about me!)
Somethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic
Diddy stayin' mad at me, I’m gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy!
Bad Boy!)
At the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right
Gettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up!
Turn it up!)
Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up!
Turn it up!)
MJG’s at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo — head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Make a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared
Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed
Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash
Don’t run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last
Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat
Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)
Swizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)
You just heard the sounds of Twista!
8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!
B.I.G. (No-Torious) There’s only one crown, man!
(No-Torious… No-Torious… No-Torious)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Spluj swoją grę, gadaj swoje gówno!
Bierz Gnata! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Spit your game, talk your shit
Bierz Gnata! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Spit you game, talk your shit (Y ' all ready?)
Chwyć Gnata, zadzwoń do klika (jesteście gotowi?)
Spit your game, talk your shit (we in Brooklyn now)
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Ściśnij magazynek, uderz w prawy (B. I. G.!)
Podaj zioło, i gotsta light one (Boom! Bum! Bum!)
Pass that weed, I gotta light one (8 Ball & MJG)
Spit your game, talk your shit
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Spit your game, talk your shit
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Ściśnij magazynek, uderz w prawy.
Podaj to zioło.
Ściśnij magazynek, uderz w prawy.
Podaj to zioło.
Amred and dangerous, ain ' t too many can bang with us Straight up weed, no angel dust-label us Notorious
Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it ' s stange to us
Y 'all niggaz be scramblin', gamblin'
Up in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin 'here tryin — to win-tryin' not To sin
Naćpana trawka i dużo ginu
Tak dużo dymu potrzebuje tlenu, że ciągle liczą je Benjaminy.
Nigga też powinieneś, gdybyś wiedział, co ta gra z Tobą zrobi
Siedzę w tym gównie od 92 lat.
Spójrz na to całe gówno, przez które przeszedłem.
Tzw. beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike
Shit-Not to be fucked with; Motherfuckers better duck quick
Ja i moje psy uwielbiamy pieprzyć gówno.
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
Brak aspiracji do odejścia z gry
Spit your game, talk your shit
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Ściśnij magazynek, uderz w prawy.
Podaj zioło, muszę zapalić.
All them niggaz, I got to fight one
Wszystkie te dziwki, I got to like one
Nasza sytuacja jest trudna.
Co zamierzasz zrobić — walczyć czy uciekać?
Panie i panowie! Twista!
Makin 'money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust
Don 't too many niggaz wanna star with us Got big guns in the car with' us Bust at any motherfucker actin ' hard with us they really wanna show you what A G I be
Rater be sippin ' Remy in V. I. P
We can hear the music and it ' ll be by me
Twista z legendarnym nigga, B. I. G
Brooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow
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Dwie legendy na tym samym torze
Dwa różne płaszczyzny istnienia
Let ' s get it crackin, I love to bust flows
Uderz go od tyłu, bo kocham pieprzyć ho Do it for the city, I love Chicago
Calicos bumpin, I love to bust dough
Myślisz, że możesz napluć na mikrofon
Tak jak ty bujasz i płyniesz tak samo jak ja?
Shit is real, you know you love em You ain ' t got ready to die
Życie po śmierci
Jak chcesz, czarnuchu!
"Got the Day After" - give it to you
Jak chcesz, czarnuchu!
Bo gówno zrobi się Głębokie.
Więc noszę duży upał.
"Come and get me"»
Twista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)
Free mills, I love to make one
All these cars, I love to ride one
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A tribute to Big, I love to bust one
Spit your game, talk your shit
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Podaj zioło, muszę zapalić.
All them niggaz, I got to fight one
Wszystkie te dziwki, I got to like one
Nasza sytuacja jest trudna.
Co zamierzasz zrobić — walczyć czy uciekać?
In the middle of the hour niggaz bring
"More drama then they baby mamas"
Chcesz walczyć? Well, I ' ll bomb ya-one man
Ale atakuj jak stado Pirani jak Terra-Cotta
Niggaz zawsze gotowy na wojnę (Them Bone Boys are back! The Bone Boys are
do tyłu!)
Ale oni naprawdę nie chcą widzieć czarnucha.
We can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em Hit' em with the feelin ' of a nigga with a suck ass flow
"Doin' it with Swizz " - o nie!
You niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble
Niech ktoś wezwie policję.
It 's gonna be murder when I get to swevin' em werbalnie
Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter
Killa nigga-słowo do mnie!
I ' m classic, like Bird & Magic
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Double on the MAG random
With the bullets i brand em Finna hold the game ransom
Runnin ' up in your mansion
Złap człowieka i rozwal armaty.
Niggaz ain ' t ready for this one cause
Jestem na misji, aby wyrównać rachunki, lepiej w to uwierz.
Jestem mocno rozgrzany, łatwo mnie zobaczyć jeśli chcesz mnie zobaczyć, niech to będzie powód
2006! Dalej!
Niegrzeczni Chłopcy! Dalej!
Niegrzeczni Chłopcy! Dalej!
Damon Dash powinien zrobić Ultimate Hustler o mnie
Jestem trochę jak Scarface, Pac, I B. I. G.
Come to me if you lookin ' for that raw shit of the corner
Jeśli zapytasz, Kto rządzi południem, jestem kimś w rodzaju właściciela (Niegrzeczny chłopiec!
Zapytaj o mnie!)
Somethin ' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic
Diddy stayin 'mad at me, I' m gettin 'high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy!
Niegrzeczny Chłopiec!)
W hotelu z kilkoma bankami, gettin ' right
"Gettin' lit, gettin ' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up!
Podgłośnij!)
Weź ten ser, weź ten Szmal, zaraz odjedziesz, pimp a ho (Turn it up!
Podgłośnij!)
MJG 's at the back do', infared is aimin ' at yo-head (Turn it up! Podgłośnij!)
Rusz się, a zginiesz! Tryin 'to prove you ain' scared
Zamknij się, wyłaź z tego chleba, wyłaź spod tego łóżka
Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash
Don 't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last
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Spójrz na to całe gówno, przez które przeszedłem, ale nadal trzymam to na ulicy! (Swizzie!)
Swizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)
Słyszałeś odgłosy Twisty!
8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!
B. I. G. (No-Torious) jest tylko jedna Korona, człowieku!
Nie-Torious ... Nie-Torious ... Nie-Torious)