Перевод песни Beanie Sigel – Gotta Have It
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P., P. Crakk Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P. chain gang, doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don’t forget my boogie with beam That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya’mean? Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang Ain’t nothin changed my name, P. Crakk Cocaine (P. Crakk Cocaine) Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain’t clean No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean) Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing You ain’t got that, I’m in the crib fixin my bricks Style back, that’s the method-zine About to get your four stressed So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact You see me with Crakk, we strapped What’s the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!) I need that, that Philly-boy clap Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat) Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that) Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats (It's the chain gang!) Gang bang! I suggest ya’ll fall back I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige And the S.P. chain gang for doin the damn thing I Gotta Have It! Don’t forget the rrring rrring That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya’mean? Chain gang, lickey with the ban Quickly spit it rrring Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang Snitchin on the gang (gang) Don’t forget you get that Uncle Midi Get him for his chain Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling) No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain No play no games, 'fore blow your brain Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my… State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the Glock Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the Glock (When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops! Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop) Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can’t have it!) The may-or of Chi, this ain’t England ain’t no kings and queens Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring When you look at the thing, give me the bling Hand me the chain and the ring Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platinum thug Clappin, ready for some action, and I’m going to empty the crib I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique Homey, you can’t do shit Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club Windy City thug, in a circle, snort the 50s up Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top Pull up and let the bopper go bop, bop-bop Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back And do the same to any nigga that’s tryna take what I got I Can’t Have It! It’s gettin', it’s gettin', it’s gettin' kind of hectic It’s gettin', it’s gettin', it’s gettin' kind of hectic It’s gettin', it’s gettin', it’s gettin' kind of hectic It’s gettin', it’s gettin', it’s gettin' kind of hectic Se pone, se pone, se pone muy dif�l Se pone, se pone, se pone muy dif�l Se pone, se pone, se pone muy dif�l Se pone, se pone, se pone muy dif�l Chain gang, gang bang P., P., P., P. Crakk Cocaine B., B. Mack is back Chad, Chad West on track Now let’s go!