Tq — Gotta Make That Money (Featuring E-40) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Yeah, uh, mm, give it to me
Mmmmm, yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm, no no no no
Seems like every night, right before I go to sleep
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me
I used to be the kind of nigga that didn’t give a fuck about nobody
The slightest little thing would make me mad
Especially if it involved my money
And I can’t tell you 'bout the next man
But I love pullin' up in big sedans
Wit all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if ya hear me
Now I’d love to break ya, bring ya down
And take you back again
But that would take too much time
And I gotta hit the streets again
1 — And even if the sun don’t shine, I’ll still be hustlin'
Gotta get that money, make that money
Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can’t be strugglin'
Somebody come help me
Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind?
Must be buggin'
I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me
If they tapped my line
Don’t mean nothin'
I’ll still be hustlin'
Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don’t mind
Niggas can hate if they want to
And I’m still gon' get mine
Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs
And I won’t be seen at none of the clubs
And uh, all your women would know who I was
(And that you wouldn’t like) And that you wouldn’t like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla
Won’t be no time to fuck with mine, so won’t be no killin'
I’ll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie
But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue
With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to
You need some candy, so won’t you come thru
Sometimes I’m suited up
Sometimes I’m bummy, lookin' like a crook
Hair all nappy and wild — we call it the full nuk
Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin'
Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin'
Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin'
Godzilla ballin'
When it’s money callin'? War-rank
Just ride your runners fool
Be 'bout your bank
Sittin' fat like?
All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch
Artillery fire arms and gats
Reading my mail, countin my feddy, gettin my bread
Elroy’s on my tail, I’m tryin' to prevail but, they want me dead
Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace
Used to sell that bass
Rock cavvy candy, ???
Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it)
As far as I was concerned,? man I do it
Check it out
Money schemin'
Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas
Black and Miles on the pack again (yes)
What you know about that?
TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy
Biotch!!!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Tak, uh, mm, daj mi to
Mmmmm, yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm, no no no no
Wydaje się, że każdej nocy, tuż przed snem
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me
Kiedyś byłem czarnuchem, który nikogo nie obchodził.
Najmniejszy drobiazg doprowadza mnie do szału.
Zwłaszcza jeśli chodzi o moje pieniądze.
I nie mogę ci powiedzieć o następnym mężczyźnie
But I love pullin ' up in big sedans
Wit all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if ya hear me
Now I ' d love to break ya, bring ya down
And take you back again
Ale to zajmie zbyt dużo czasu.
And I gotta hit the streets again
1-And even if the sun don 't shine, I ' ll still be hustlin'
Gotta get that money, make that money
Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can 't be strugglin'
Niech ktoś mi pomoże.
Możesz mi powiedzieć, dlaczego slangin ' zawsze chodzi mi po głowie?
Must be buggin'
Domyślam się, że pomyśleli, że odejdę i mogą mnie dopaść.
If they tapped my line
Don 't mean nothin'
I 'll still be hustlin'
Nie chcę ci tego mówić, ale nie mam nic przeciwko.
Niggas can hate if they want to
And I 'm still goin' get mine
Yes, I still be ridin ' in a SC on dubs
I nie chcę być widziany w żadnym klubie.
I wszystkie Twoje kobiety wiedziałyby, kim jestem.
(And that you wouldn 't like) And that you wouldn' t like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin ' they skrilla
Nie będzie czasu, żeby zadzierać ze mną, więc nie będzie zabijania.
Po prostu usiądę i rozluźnię się, palę tę Filadelfię.
I trzymaj moje palce splecione diamentami jak Wielki Willie
Ale na razie Złap mnie na Compton Avenue.
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Puttin ' it down for my niggas like they told me to
Potrzebujesz cukierka, więc może wpadniesz?
Czasem się przebieram.
Sometimes I 'm bummy, lookin' like a crook
Włosy pełne pieluchy i dzikości — nazywamy to pełnym nuk
Mashin', mobbin'and thrashin'
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Throbbin', hoggin'and doggin'
Godzilla ballin'
Kiedy dzwoni kasa? War-Rang
"Just ride your runners fool"
Be ' bout your bank
Tak grubo siedzisz?
All about my money, duffle bag full of scratch
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Elroy siedzi mi na ogonie, staram się zwyciężyć, ale chcą mnie zabić.
Bo udało mi się wyjść z gry bez śladu.
Kiedyś sprzedawałem basy.
Cukierki???
"Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it)
Jeśli O mnie chodzi,to? "man I do it"
Zobacz też
/ Align = "left" /
Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas
Black and Miles on the pack again (yes)
Co o tym wiesz?
TQ i E-40 Fonzarelli vel Charlie Hustle, easy
Biotch!!!