Текст песни: Bandana + перевод

We puttin' that work in here

Hah

Riding 'round in that Kompressor with my lil' bro Good Intent, ayy

Damn

I stick with a bandana, what’s the issue?

I pop Percs, Xans, and pistols

You a schoolboy, I got you early dismissal

Go to the Middle East to cop a missile

Swap that four-five for a pistol

With two redbones, Malcolm in the middle

He wan' know if I’m clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle

Plus I read niggas like the riddle

The plug finna front me a zone, I need it all bagged up

Nigga front his move, I get him toe-tagged up

Disappear with the work, I’m a ghost like Casper

Bitch, I’m high as a plane, I’m still jetlagging

Niggas say I spit fire, I feel like a dragon

Lot of work in the carpet, I feel like Aladdin

I need two K’s, I never fuck with Madden

She a bad mamacita so I call her madam

I pop more beans than Jack and the Beanstalk

I pull up on lil' whoadie, he in Treetop

Bitch suck dick until she make my knees lock

The early bird get the worm, so I’m up off the Ewok

I bust down a G-shock

I ain’t Jesus but the Percs make me C-walk

Touch mine and the coroners gon' need chalk

Pop turn you to ashes and leave socks

I ain’t kicking the cup, bitch, I sip Wock'

You niggas is sweeter than a Pop-Tart

Lil' singin' ass bitch, hit the pop charts

When I jumped in that water, I an’t have no choice but to be a shark

Fuck nigga, I’ll pull your guns and gang shit

My daddy said watch who you hang with

All these other motherfuckers don’t be on the same shit

Grab the cutter or start bustin' if niggas start changing

I stick with a bandana, what’s the issue?

I pop Percs, Xans, and pistols

You a schoolboy, I got you early dismissal

Go to the Middle East to cop a missile

Swap that four-five for a pistol

With two redbones, Malcolm in the middle

He wan' know if I’m clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle

Plus I read niggas like the riddle

The plug finna front me a zone, I need it all bagged up

Nigga front his move, I get him toe-tagged up

Disappear with the work, I’m a ghost like Casper

Bitch, I’m high as a plane, I’m still jetlagging

Niggas say I spit fire, I feel like a dragon

Lot of work in the carpet, I feel like Aladdin

I need two K’s, I never fuck with Madden

She a bad mamacita so I call her madam

In school, I was putting that blade in my tube sock

My daddy found my QP in my shoebox

Niggas put me on death row, bitch, I’m 2Pac

And I stopped sipping Hi-C in my juicebox

These hoes wan' get with the Osshwop

They wan' hop on the wave, I know it’s a cool bop

Oogle-snoogle with the Ooh and the Ooh-Pac

I oog up the whole snoog-up, now the Ossh on a new block

And you won’t get it, but gang will

This shit feel worse than a hangnail

Can’t see the bullshit but I read braille

Crack his head like a seashell

Then go to the hospital and hold his hand and tell him to get well

I’m a slimy young man, I’m a slimy young heathen

Relapse, pop Percs, still fighting my demons

I was selling you fake Xans, I mislead 'em

I ain’t giving you time to wear it, I’m mischievous

I stick with a bandana, what’s the issue?

I pop Percs, Xans, and pistols

You a schoolboy, I got you early dismissal

Go to the Middle East to cop a missile

Swap that four-five for a pistol

With two redbones, Malcolm in the middle

He wan' know if I’m clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle

Plus I read niggas like the riddle

The plug finna front me a zone, I need it all bagged up

Nigga front his move, I get him toe-tagged up

Disappear with the work, I’m a ghost like Casper

Bitch, I’m high as a plane, I’m still jetlagging

Niggas say I spit fire, I feel like a dragon

Lot of work in the carpet, I feel like Aladdin

I need two K’s, I never fuck with Madden

She a bad mamacita so I call her madam

You know niggas gettin' ran through with no issue

Terk got the scope on the top of the pistol

You can get put on a shirt, ain’t no issue

We got the work for the low, ain’t no issue

All my niggas gangbang, throw they sets high

Bounty hunters rep the set, de

Ugly bitch look like a reptile

Ain’t got the nerds on me to rap hard

I need a bad bitch, not a mad bitch

Pussy go for like mad jig

Beat her twenty-one times, I’m a savage

Go’n poke it out so I can grab it, ooh-wee

In my hood, they see a chain, they gon' grab it, ooh-wee

We don’t really mean this shit, it’s out of habit, we want beef

I stick with a bandana, what’s the issue?

I pop Percs, Xans, and pistols

You a schoolboy, I got you early dismissal

Go to the Middle East to cop a missile

Swap that four-five for a pistol

With two redbones, Malcolm in the middle

He wan' know if I’m clutching, for shizzle, my nizzle

Plus I read niggas like the riddle

The plug finna front me a zone, I need it all bagged up

Nigga front his move, I get him toe-tagged up

Disappear with the work, I’m a ghost like Casper

Bitch, I’m high as a plane, I’m still jetlagging

Niggas say I spit fire, I feel like a dragon

Lot of work in the carpet, I feel like Aladdin

I need two K’s, I never fuck with Madden

She a bad mamacita so I call her madam