Текст песни: A King + перевод

«Uh!

Left stroke guaranteed my best stroke

Left stroke guaranteed the death stroke

Uh!

(Yeah)

I’m up in there!

(I was, I was, YEAH!)

Left stroke guaranteed the death stroke

Left stroke guaranteed the BEST!

Uh

Guaranteed

Uh, uh!

Guaranteed

I’m up in there!

(I'm deep up in there!)

Yo yo

Left stroke guaranteed the death stroke

Uh

LEFT STROKE!» (Yea)

«How do I convince you I’m not like these rap niggas

I’m not entertaining these Critics or Rapping for these bitches (pause)

I’m not freestylin for no clout

Or shuck and jiving for no pictures

If you wanna hear me kick it

Or spit it, borrow ya bitches

Go and get my fucking tape

Pop it in, have a listen

Or whatevers your condition

If you walking, or you whipping

You can get this shit anywhere a hustles pitching

Or a good chef is whippin

This is food for thought.

I put two sense in a blinder, mix it then I dip it wit a little bit of my state

of mind, to make it tendaaaa!

Let the drums beat untill it’s shaped up

And slinder. mane.

I scare these rap niggas, they kids

Man I’m the slinderman

I’m drinking something Jesus ain’t turn to wine.

The preachers kid, chirch boi willie

Devine.

I’m the good book itself

I’m One hook away from being the God myself

And I GOT myself

No weapon formed against me shall knock my health

Without me (pop!) poppin back like

A shotgun shell!

Id go threw hell for my family

Yes, that’s just the man in me

Yes, that’s why I’m pacaso when painting these canapés

My money light green, like antifreeze

You whole, team weak

Like grannies knees

Ya bitch be tryna creep like

Governor Schwarzeneggers

Mistress and nannies B!

And it’s fucked up

Cause I know ya niggas a fan of me.

He be posting, reposting

Laughing away and joking

While I’m poking thick dick In is bitch

Getting her open.

Imma muthafuckin problem…

They don’t admit it.

No I don’t come from Harlem.

But I’m fresh and fitted.

Bitch I did the church thang, like Ma$e did.

Half my life

Now I’m ready to get WASTED!

Pass the LIGHT STICK!

Ooouuuu (it's Lit!)

At the night show!

Sippin 80 proof

Till I’m POOF!

Jerry rice whoa!

God damn it these tings they wanna new king

Got love for my queens

Shout out to boo thing

I’m not saying I’m bringing it like PAC, or kicking like NAS but nigga

I do U G K!

God damnit imma under ground king

God damnit imma under ground king

God damn it these rings, they wanna new king!

Got love for my queens shout out to boo thing! (Repeats)

God damn it these tings they wanna new king

Got love for my queens

Shout out to boo thing

I’m not saying I’m bringing it like PAC, or kicking like NAS but nigga

I do U G K!

God damnit imma under ground king

God damnit imma under ground king

God damn it these rings, they wanna new king!

Got love for my queens shout out to boo thing!

«Can't touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable

Shake the unshakable (it's Churchboi baby)

Can’t see the unseeable, reach the unreachable

Do the impossible (it's Churchboi baby)

Can’t move the unmovable, stop the unstoppable.»

(repeats)

Can’t move the unmovable, stop the unstoppable."

Church boi nigga.

Make this, Bronx shit feel like it’s my birth place nigga

Make Afrika Bambaataa

Remake his first tape, nigga

Tear the Zulu nation down

And make it church place nigga

I do this my fucking way.

It’s Nine elements of hip hop

This is eight.

Times it by the fact that I’m black and I’m making cake.

And only thing left for you to do is name it GREAT!

I ain’t break dancing for niggas like BLACK SPADES

And tho I kick it with some killas bitch don’t label this a gang!

Gang no my whole name!

Jay Willie and the Pain in my voice

Make the thugs recognize why I came

Make a bad bitch, bow to king, as I reign.

Cause it’s money over bitches, on them bitches let it rain.

(Just a little bit)

It’s twenty nine teen

And them strippers going to college.

Now, forgive me momma.

But I’m bouta pay for this KNOWLEDGE!

Lord knows I ain’t lying.

I’m flying if I’m dying.

Tryna make it into heaven wit a kilo and a client. yea

Work my nigga keep trying.

Don’t ever judge a man, as midget if he sits on top of shoulders of a giant.

Specially if that nigga ain’t eyeing.

That means getcha weight up, nigga.

Lift IRON.

When these nigga wrinkle they nose, trying to oppose

Mad, they ain’t fly, wearing no name clothes

(Beat plays)

Uh.

Shit.

Fuck it let the beat breath.

I hop on this bitch and go banana

This for TeeTee.

I hope all you skinny little rapper atecha wheaties.

I hope thatcha chest strong enough to hold a Bebe.

Cause nigga we be.

Teflonin shit on repeat.

In thee E- SU Jeep.

Thick bitch

Hair long down to her sushi.

Groupies

I rather Play dem befor they and screw me.

Better. you do, than me.

Booty nigga, you stink.

You know shit don’t change till you

Rocking Gucci.

Till the phone case for ya I phone is lui.

Wassup Sume.

My little bros making movies.

Which little sis, and she’s a hooty and blow fish for qb’s.

Fucking goofy lil bitch.

«Get the Fuck outta here!!!»

«Sad that Big willie, Know all the main hoes

And I ran threw em

Like track stars

Wit bank rolls

Big as little bros

Signing bonus.

Man.»

«On this mic I be bombin on it

I used to wild off embalming fluid

I fuck around and getcha moms into it

Do make me do it to you sunny cause I over do it.

So you don’t confuse it with just rap music

Church boi willie.

I’m son’nin this rap sit.

The underground king.

I’m runnin this map quick.

The broad street bully.

I’m taxing for everytime my niggas had to back flip on dirty mattresses nigga

Growing up poor, made me only want more.

And boy streets influence had me kickin in doors.

Waving the four fours!

Like get down on the floor!

A long way from signing in choir

The chorus.

Nigga

Church boi…»

(Repeats Out)

«Death stroke tongue all down her throat!»

Ahhh!