Перевод песни Ice T – You Played Yourself
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Verse 1 This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E... turn up the microphone So I can I'll and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? You're dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait Till the press shove a mic in your face Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy And they ask you about the game you claim you got Drop science now, why not? You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot How'd you get into this spot? You played yourself... Yo, yo, you played yourself... Verse 2 I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L When it comes to dealin' with the females What you got they want, cash is what they need Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about But you fool out, your pockets got blew out And after the date, no boots, you got threw out Mad and shook cos your duckets got took Call her up, phone's off the hook But who told you to front and flaunt your grip? You can't buy no relationship You played yourself... Yo, homeboy, you played yourself... Verse 3 I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front And for the money they're sell out stunts But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? You better double that, then double that again And still don't get sooped, my friend You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man Guess who controls your destiny, fans But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star That attitude is rude, you won't get far Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick Unemployment's where you'll sit No friends cos you dissed 'em too No money, no crew, you're through You played yourself... That's right, you played yourself... You played yourself... Yo, yo, you played yourself... Verse 4 You got problems, you claim you need a break But every dollar you get you take Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up Another way to get money for a jumbo When you go to sleep you count Five-O's Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin' Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin' You ripped off all your family and your friends Nowhere does your larceny end And then you get an idea for a big move An armed robbery... smooth But everything went wrong, somebody got shot You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row Society's fault? No Nobody put the crack into the pipe Nobody made you smoke off your life You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool. You played yourself... You played yourself... Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself.