Перевод песни Shyne – Quasi O.G.
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We don’t need no more trouble, no more trouble I ain’t the problem Solve me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers Solve the shit I insist I ain’t goin' nowhere I hear ya’all motherfuckers talking complainin It’s too this. It’s too dark. It’s too valid yea yea See what the fuck happens when the CIA conspired? Distribute crack in my environment, the roosters crow Man, black people don’t own no ports or boats So tell me how the fuck we gettin all this coke? Offa knowledge I choke Spitting up truths hopin The young youth a soldier hear me dearly G.W. Bush fear me They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs Hopin we just keep killin, shootin each other with slugs Look up above and pray to god he protect me From these cold jurors and the heartless judge Imagine, grow’n up and never have’n; Faggot ass pops actin like you never happened FUCKED UP Watching the tears stream down yo mammas cheek She helpless in the kitchen looking for eats PEACE Yea nigga. I’m here. what the fuck ya’ll gunna do about it? huh? Do somethin about me Call my source. ya hear me? feel me? Stop talkin bout. stop talkin bout how fucked up I am Get me right, save me nigga… huh? I’m a snort away from an overdose A couple a drug deals from death and too far from hope I never asked to be here. In this maze to an early grave Jail cells, guns fights and crack sales Trying to post bond on this oversized bail Hopin' my vest don’t give as the bullets come in hail. *pop pop* How dare ya’all point the finger at me Cuz I’m a straight g. ain’t that what its supposed to be? Shit. I’m just following the tradition of? Joe Kenny? Bootlegging ties with the mob n shit Capitalism.money and power Catch me in the trump tower with a honey and powder I feel the shadows death is comin to an end My lifes slippin from me, ya’ll niggas is funny Tell me shyne po, he can’t get that money FUCK am I supposed to do, nigga starve and go hungry? RIGHT Im here. We here. Ain’t goin nowhere Problems is startin to happen And we was at fault? Nigga this shit has been goin on nigga 300 years motherfuckers SHHHHHHH Close ya eyes, listen. hear my heart beatin? Po’s racing, I can’t take it The futures too dark and hopeless for me to face it Only god knows if I make it Walking through the depths of hell It’s hard for me to smile When I’m innocent and still, I’m facing trial GOD save me Secret societies manipulating the dumb def and blind And yet they want to blame it on shyne Like I’m responsible for the countries murder rate Responsible for babies born high off base This shits is bigger than me, I told ya’all I’m just a pawn So is Boy George sippin? nick bawns? I hope my babies havin babies pushin rhymes Its a brighter day if you just let it beyond To my moms I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused Your baby boys dying of a broken heart Got ties to my own blood walking to the eternal fire Crack money in the dryer