Перевод песни Scarface – And Yo (feat. Redman)
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I got a headache this big… Word up. word up. word up. It’s kinda hot in here Haha (word up) Brick City (word up) Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo It can’t be! P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' (Bla bla…) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment (How I’m paid?) Niggas are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred So white bitches jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and yell «You niggas know you can’t fuck around» Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down (Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling You died for ya mom and pop, don’t sweat it I got the next bitch rockin ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park we say, «FUCK THE COPS!!» Yo, you niggas know you can’t fuck around You niggas know you can’t fuck around You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down What, these niggas know they can’t fuck around What, you niggas know you can’t fuck around You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and down Nigga, you niggas know you can’t fuck around Yo, you niggas know you can’t fuck around As I, bring it to ya one more time From a state where we stole weight, and dough mind dine And we don’t tote six-shooters, we tote Glock nines And we don’t smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It’s a place where it’s a common site to see the 5−0 Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown Fo sho', it’s a different vibe from being downtown Then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can’t come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggas shot up Seen niggas get knocked the fuck out and never got up The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys It’s evident we hurt, you ignored our cry On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate And import more minorities to help the crime rate I ain’t lookin for a job, fuck workin the part-time When we could come up on some dough, with good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time — it’s fucked up and it’s the truth Nevermind the shooter on the roof It’s a war goin on right here, where we at I can’t complain about what I can’t change, so why dap? Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped But still, can’t seem to get this monkey off my back Fuck it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets And when I start to feel like this, don’t fuck with me! Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin shit with 'Face and Red Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray Nigga ya mind playin tricks on you Ya drew down, but ya nine won’t spit for you And ain’t nobody got no hostle clips for you You in the mix but ain’t nobody doin shit for you It’s gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you With the same clip you had last week And niggas know I know the real, that’s why the fag don’t speak And I ain’t even peak yet, without the heat yet Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet I’m hittin these niggas hard, I ain’t even eat yet Or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet Lyrical breathe death — we thugs nigga what We take slugs to the gut Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it’s time for our lunch Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker!