Перевод песни Clipse – Momma I'm So Sorry
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Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos. Ya know. Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for yall. Here we go. Youngin don't make my cells rise I shoot you out ya Chuckers Pusha hear the whispers of all you mothafuckers Papa said stay free of them suckers Minus the wicked jumper Street balla like the Rucker Skip to My Lou if you lookin for a couple Roosters in the duffle Keep the hood screaming CaCa Doodle Doo fuckers Coke by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin to jacka Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they life I philosiphies about glocks and keys Niggaz call me young black Socrates, West Indies Bitch drop to knees quick.(what) With dreams of being a rich man's bitch Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and they shit click So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me ??? Shake the diamonds out my wrists Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious I dont fear Tubbs &Crockett Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Got 2 hot rocks in my pocket Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Big home, palm trees, and watches Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious My only accomplice is my consious Youngin, learn from me, let's not be at odds Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod Same hustle, cept my hustle now flows I once gave it away, at 30 grams a O That accounts for all them days in the cold Feels like kissing cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it From Frankford to Colon. Oslo to Sweden From Italy's Milan to the shores of Nepali Now I consider Ferrarian Salvador dollies I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global Thats why I seen distance, son expand ya vision Even the ??? women, blonde hair and blue eyes I'm gettin back with a vengence Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin... huh. Miami Vice. Sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother It's P the evil creeper send some to the Grim Reaper Meanwhile, me and my mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba Sign of the times her Emilio-Gucci sneakers. huh Ghetto literature, I damn near died from Bolivia It dont take much to get rid of ya, it's a sin for ya Better call the minister... echgk. I'm sorry Grandmama for mistakes I have made When I aired family business, how you put me in my place Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face Cuz I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed And when I'm gone, I hope it is said I gave structure to the youth by the ex&le I lead... huh.