Перевод песни Young Buck – Welcome To The South

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Young Buck, Lil' Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch
The dirty dirty
Show 'em how the South do Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles sittin on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby, show 'em how the South do We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
Working this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
Just come to cashville, y'all gon see how hood it is We in the projects, cookin' chikens in the kitchen
We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin'
I know I'm country, I can't help it I'm from Tennessee
I'm throwin' up this hennisey, and blowin up my enemies
Y'all niggas remember me? (remember me?)
Not because the birds ten a ki'
But Young Buck been a g', I give a fuck who you be boy
I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex Jar
Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car
I swear on the souls of our dead cousins
I ain't fuckin, man I'm commin AK 40's bustin'
7's and Mack 11's
I told 'em all I ain't no ho But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him with that callico
I'm tryin to stay in gods plan
But I hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man, ya bitch!
I left them niggas needin' path
And y'all probly won't live to see this weekend
Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin mash out
I hit the dro' a Lil more and then I pass out
Crashin' the H2, bitches I hate you
Now you keep talkin shit, I kidnap and ducktape you
Let them faggots rape you
Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
Tell them bitches come and get me Cuz I was born in this bitch to die
I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high
[Verse 3 — Lil' Flip
I'm the king, it ain't no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas dissin' me
I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' with a victory
Yo' baby momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin' me Cuz I pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 «I'll back you down»
Run to Ya' crib and snach Ya' pounds, everybody on the ground
You know my niggas hold me down, what goes around comes around
I represent H-Town, still run the underground
With bricks on the greyhound, spree's on my escalade
I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way
Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level
It's clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down