Перевод песни Jamal – There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix
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C’mon, yeah. villain C’mon, aight? I got this side right here Take this side right there C’mon do this Busta Bus C’mon, aight? C’mon (here we go) stayin street Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rap-ture If you ain’t with it bite crotch til it break your jaw (Your jaw) For tryin to knock us Tryin to kill or stop us, jack our propers Busta Bus, they fakin, the cake is for the takin While they runnin they face, I’m lettin the plan bake Formulate, now look at the plot, we got More and more shit that’s hot, show to rock the spot Clock or knot, nigga the whole pot Ready or not, we comin, snatchin every comer Witcha ho in the Benz-O, dumbin like a motherfucker You can be my lady, you could even be my lollipop sucker The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker Lot of jealous niggas lookin funnier than Chris Tucker God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh Full of finesse, my congress show progress Stylish, hit you with the shit to digest In this rhyme shit we be some of the world’s finest Your Highness, leavin corny niggas spineless Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless (ha ha) Not a problem my squad can’t fix 'Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass 'Cause you know we don’t fuck around When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground ground When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground ground This is how we ride, throw your hands from side to side It’s party time, and don’t forget get yours, cause I’mma get mine (Who dat?) The villain til I’m peelin a million Ridin dirty, and bustin like thirty-thirty, til a nigga end Knowin that the shit is fucked I’m still here to win (what?) Cheddar (uh) if you ain’t about it then I think you better Hang the little plot you got, don’t sweat it main My nigga, my life’s uncut like Kane, real raw Y’all don’t know shit about Jamal or what I’m in it for: Cash, cars, fly whores and tours Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits Them other one scrimpin, has the tent froze frigid Fraud as a gimmick, dick lickin chasin chickens I mash for the cash with the click and Rip a show then I’m dippin in the whip and high trippin While y’all niggas hoppin and skippin I stick the clip in, yo Accelerate on the gas, move fast Blast, find a nigga FOOT in your ass Colorful niggas, just peep the whole contrast Flipmode is the Squad, a news flash Bust your shit up, what the fuck, nigga get up Violate, niggas get they whole SHIT lit up! Break fool, niggas know the rules, rob jewels Champagne bath, throw the Moet in the pool Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brain Ridin on the train, I’mma whip a Benz in the rain Oversized click on the rise so realize we be Dem niggas that dead up all you funny little small fries The franchise, Flipmode damagin all of you fall guys Yo I’m tired of niggas they full of true lies No time. we got the right surprise Need a new beginnin, need to get a baptise Ha ha, you need to get a baptise Word is bond, aiyyo Not a problem my squad can’t fix 'Cause we can do, it in the mix So when you niggas talk trash, you can get a bust ass 'Cause you know we don’t fuck around When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground ground When you niggas talk shit, lay ya six feet under the ground Ground ground, ground ground Ground, a-ground, a-gr-gr-ground-ground Just party to the shit like this c’mon Just bounce to the motherfuckin beat c’mon You niggas don’t know my brand new song c’mon Aiyyo, hear me out y’all, UHH Yo, and just feel my shit C’mon bounce what the fuck?