Текст песни: Black On Black + перевод

'Sup, nigga, huh?

You know what this shit is?

Stay down and come up (Damn right)

Street niggas is street niggas alike

It ain’t even one way, nigga (Two of America’s most)

Stay down till you come up, nigga, uh

Four songs, nigga (Blood Money, let’s go!)

Everythin' wrong, this can’t be right

Winning so much, this can’t be life (Yeah)

Shit get real, man, you can’t hold back

(Stay on back, nigga, you gotta do what you gotta do)

If he left and came back in that black on black

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks

I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks

Let me tell you how a real nigga supposed to bounce back

See I left and came back in that black on black

Nigga come through for a nine and a half

I’m a tell him ain’t nothin' left

Nigga need an eight, tell him everythin' straight

All they gotta do is wait, tell a nigga I’m a chef

How you think a nigga went and got that Wraith?

Could’ve went to jail but I bought that case

Lawyer came through, told him it’s about time

Jim Carrey to the Rollie, I just switch that switch

Put ten karats on my daughter ear, fuck it

She deserved every rock I done sold out in public

Do anythin' for my Destiny’s Child

She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett

Black on black, checkerboard Louis luggage

On a PJ feelin' like Warren Buffett

With the Minnesota Twins, ain’t no Kirby Puckett

Lift the shade, see the clouds, tell Aaliyah that I love her

Back and forth in a Lear

My grandmother say I never see her

She want me come home on Thanksgivin'

Put on some black on black like here

Black on black to my dear

Black on black in my ear

Black Maserati that I gave to my mama

Right hand to the father, she can’t even find the gears

Everythin' wrong, this can’t be right

Winning so much, this can’t be life (Yeah)

Shit get real, man, you can’t hold back

(Stay on back, nigga, you gotta do what you gotta do)

If he left and came back in that black on black

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks

I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks

Let me tell you how a real nigga supposed to bounce back

See I never came back in that black on black

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Shit get real, we don’t fold up

This is what I told myself in my grandma’s kitchen

At the table, nigga, choppin' my blow up

Said she want to sell more like my father

Same time, had me for a couple dollars

Yeah, I’m 'bout to pull an all nighter

I’m 'bout to kill these niggas so you might not see me 'til tomorrow

Just like that, then my palms start itchin'

Suede hit the block, then my bong gone missin'

See, I’m 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town

And I’m goin' there to find me a chicken

Yeah, I got a nigga in the spot with a nine right now

So, I’m goin' there to sell him a pigeon

My pastor told me that the money is the root of all evil

I said if it is, then I losin' my religion

If I had to be precise, tell you two things about life

Niggas win everyday, niggas fail every night

I say, «Now Oprah got a billion dollars and you’re nowhere near her»

Type of shit I tell myself while starin' in the mirror

Everythin' wrong, this can’t be right

Winning so much, this can’t be life (Yeah)

Shit get real, man, you can’t hold back

(Stay on back, nigga, you gotta do what you gotta do)

If he left and came back in that black on black

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks

I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks

Let me tell you how a real nigga supposed to bounce back

See I never came back in that black on black

Mayonnaise jar, straight drop, no whippin'

Electric’s off, everything’s spoilin' in the fridge

I ain’t bathed in a week, house smellin' like pickles

Street showin' no pity, still gettin' to the business

Safety pin the zip break it down sell nickels

Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail

Went flat, bounced back from a 30-cent flipper

I don’t even know a nigga livin' how I’m livin'

I don’t even know how many times I’ve been to prison

Shit get gangsta, we call Hot Beezle

Bought two things at the third, I wanna appease you

Two-fifty-two on the scale, that’s a nina

Eighteen zaps, five hundred-four grams

Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the bag

Real trap talk, keep it real, don’t believe you

When you get out of line, swear to God, I’m a leave you

Dicks cut the water 'fore they kick a nigga door

Tried to flush it down the toilet but the dope just float

(Wooh!) Tear gas from the cannon

Everybody scramblin', but I ain’t never panic

Double homicide, broad day, that’s my jacket

Try to bird feed, cut throat, I’mma jack you

And I take change, I’m a serve when they askin'

Come from out of town, I’mma tax, no relaxin'

Everythin' wrong, this can’t be right

Winning so much, this can’t be life (Yeah)

Shit get real, man, you can’t hold back

(Stay on back, nigga, you gotta do what you gotta do)

If he left and came back in that black on black

I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks

I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks

Let me tell you how a real nigga supposed to bounce back

See I never came back in that black on black

(Wolf Howls)

California: It’s okay, Daddy, I’m not scared

Game: I know, baby, the rest of the world is

California: (Laughs)

Game: You ready to go home?

California: Yes, Daddy

Game: Let’s go

California: Okay