Young MayLay — Boss Up Freestyle tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Boss Up Freestyle", wykonawca: Young MayLay.
Tekst piosenki
First thang first, I’ma set it off, bang the verse
And yank niggas by they shirts, we from the gangsta turf
West indeed, coming to contest the lead
With Tech’s and vests, so hell yes, the rest should leave
Y’all think this industry weenies claimin' the set?
I’m from the streets, y’all ain’t even seen gangsta yet
Tired of niggas dissin' under they breath, wanna act funny?
When you come back to Cali, we gon' tax that money
Niggas over here that you payin' for favors?
Get it clear, beef with Maylay and nay can save ya
My behavior? Nothin' like pick up a pen
This the Pac-10 and we back trippin' again
Watch ya speech, niggas fresh up out the streets
Poppin' heats, while you niggas on ya couch asleep
with that microphone
Niggas talkin' all that big shit, pistol
(Boss ya game up nigga!) And get ya wig blew
How many rappers can fuck with the masters?
How it burn, turn MCs into dust and ashes
Y’all don’t want it with us, we spit fire
Wash you niggas and put you in the drier
Hold up my nigga, bitch, I’m on the phone!
We don’t love 'em hoes, we love the lo-lo's
, khakis and chucks, and do-do
And if you wasn’t with the business, then whatcha go for?
Are you ready? Team lead, nigga, roll the dice
(2005!) 9/11 poltergeist
I’m from Cali (Yeah!) to Iraq and back
Nutty, sick in the head, nigga clap in raps
CD’s went platinum, we pimp slapped 'em
I’m tryna get off the block like the undercover cop
That robbed the rock from 'em
We bump at the jam like a batterin' ram
Buster ass niggas gotta scatter, scram
Listen, young chump, hands up, get movin'
Not ya hot boy, better still, hot hoodlum
Set 'em up, blast right through 'em, fuck
Cut a nigga like buck, I ain’t gots to shoot 'em (Haha!)
Slow burner, young king, act turner
In so many words, I committed a murder
In so many metaphors, trampled and slaughtered
Boss Up the gang, pump to swing the border (Haha!)
They roll down my block, lookin' at him
88 inches, black rims, black magnum
Black 6−4, black fire, black Phantom
A pimp got a few white hoes, black madam
Stop ya cryin' nigga, sign the line
Boss Up been my label since '95
When Dr. Dre scooped me, then the math got signed
Incorporate a nigga, that’s the grind
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Pierwsza rzecz pierwsza, odpalę ją, uderzę w zwrotkę
And yank niggas by they shirts, we from the gangsta turf
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Z technikami i kamizelkami, więc pewnie, że tak, reszta powinna odejść.
Myślicie, że ci z branży domagają się planu?
I 'm from the streets, y' all ain ' t even seen gangsta yet
Zmęczeni czarnuchami dyszącymi pod ich oddechem, chcesz się bawić?
Kiedy wrócisz do Cali, opodatkujemy te pieniądze.
Czarnuchy, którym płacisz za przysługi?
Get it clear, beef with Maylay and nay can save ya
Moje zachowanie? Nothin ' like pick up a pen
This the Pac-10 and we back trippin ' again
Watch ya speech, niggas fresh up out the streets
Poppin ' heats, while you niggas on ya couch asleep
z tym mikrofonem
Niggas talkin ' all that big shit, pistol
(Boss ya game up nigga!) And get ya wig blow
Ilu raperów może zadzierać z mistrzami?
How it burn, turn MCs into dust and ashes
Nie chcecie tego z nami, spluwamy ogniem.
"Wash you niggas and put you in the drier"
Trzymaj się, suko, rozmawiam przez telefon!
We don 't love' em hoes, we love the lo-lo ' s
, khakis and chucks, and do-do
A jeśli nie byłeś w tym biznesie, to po co?
Gotowy? Team lead, nigga, roll the dice
(2005!) 9/11 poltergeist
Jestem z Cali.) do Iraku i z powrotem
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Płyta pokryła się platyną.
Jestem tryna.
"That robbed the rock from 'em"
We bump at the jam like a batterin ' ram
Buster ass niggas gotta scatter, scram
Słuchaj, Młody matole, ręce do góry, ruszaj się.
Nie ya hot boy, better still, hot hoodlum
Set 'em up, blast right through' em, fuck
Cut A nigga like buck, I ain ' t gots to shoot 'em (Haha!)
Slow burner, young king, act turner
W wielu słowach, popełniłem morderstwo.
W tak wielu metaforach, deptane i zabijane
Boss Up the gang, pump to swing the border (Haha!)
They roll down my block, lookin ' at him
88 cali, czarne felgi, Czarne magnum
Black 6-4, black fire, black Phantom
Alfons ma kilka białych dziwek, czarna pani
Stop ya cryin ' nigga, sign The line
Boss Up to moja wytwórnia od ' 95.
Kiedy Dr. Dre mnie zgarnął, Matematyka została podpisana.
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