Перевод песни E-40 – Sick Wid It II [Featuring Turf Talk]
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Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne? Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga? Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?) It's your young nephew Turkey mayne (What is it boy? What's goin on family?) There's a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin (Talk to me, I'll talk back) First of all I'mma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with And you know it!!! (Ooooh) Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker (the whole soil) Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit Look out pimp! Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie Since I signed with BME every promoter And every agency in the industry been tryin to book me Mackin-ass 40, what that do? Sometimes me, always you Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a boss If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off A cult following, hustlers they love me Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin Nigga don't help me, my nigga help the mountain lion! Uhh, chalupas, revenues, yaper, thousand dollar stacks Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks The main drag, the soil, the blacktop The gravel, the D-spot, we open like IHOP Yea mayne! These motherfuckers know! Nigga this is big 40-Water motherfucker! The ambassador of the Bay nigga! Nigga we stay eatin over here motherfucker! You niggas need to step your motherfuckin weight up nigga Sick Wid It, BME motherfucker Look out pimp! Hit me on my chirp, I got that work Fuck e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it Pay attention and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind Fifteen five? All the time (cool) These square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks Then they, lose contact get out of touch With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we beasts Look out, watch out, here come the jumpout Hide your dope in your anus, and put the weed out 'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our funds And shoot us with them tazer guns You niggas'll get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy Nigga we been doin this shit nigga Niggas need to bow the fuck down and pay homage nigga Niggas been stealin our shit for years 40! Niggas afraid to talk around these motherfuckers, WATER! The whole enchilada, the whole taco Motherfucker I'm a capo! Play with hundred round drums Me and my u-salaam (?) A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend Go to any hood in the world and fit right in A young nigga, with an old soul A busy nigga, put the President on hold Ride Vogues, 26 inch toes Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them 'bows Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller I smoke big, growin weed in my garage Police roll up, I got a cannabis card Wait wait wait! Money. power and respect motherfucker 40 told you niggas mayne! We hongry nigga! We eat soup with a fork around this bitch mayne! Knahmean? Step your motherfuckin weight up nigga You niggas pockets is touchin motherfucker You starvin!