Текст песни: Come Gangsta (Inspired by Kutt Calhoun’s “The Darkness”) + перевод

The spiked, red hair and the… and the paint on his face

Woah, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man

He’s not as grounded as he used to be

Tech was a devil worshiper

They seen a black dude with red hair and a long beard

I mean look, he look scary to me too

And that nigga Tech, man, he sellin' out, man

That… that’s… he’s doin' that for the white folks

Thats white shit he doin', man

I’ve been writing for nineteen years for sure

Hate rules in these times

Niggas don’t wanna see me shine

Stop me, and then try to tell me (come gangsta)

And then compare me to Nelly (where's yo bank, bruh?)

So this song’s gonna tell these

So called gangsta niggas who the fuck

Has always been the bigger G

Hey, I’ve been bustin', and fizznuckin' bitches

It is nothin', for years puffin'

I’ve been clutchin' riches from his muffin'

Here’s «Fuck you niggas», this is tough and I

Don’t know what the fuck you thinkin'

Tellin' me this shit is hella fake

Say, since way back in the days rappin', the blaze happened

I raised raves, crazed days, was blade packin', and stage saggin'

They’s wack and N9na stayed layed back and I

Laugh at negros constantly

They never know the money N9na makes

Hey, this is amazin' how niggas formulate they hatin'

You fuckin' fornicate, you’re mistaken

We could never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh?

Who’s bringin' in through bacon, huh?

Who’s keepin' it shakin', huh?

Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca N9na

Niggas know the rest

Gay is all you punks and Mitch Bades

This in your trunk, won’t get played on the radio

Too gangsta for an old lady, bro

Gangsta niggas don’t hate me, no

Wanksta niggas won’t face me, though

Talkin' shit in books 'bout people tellin' me I really need a vest

Okay!

I rep the town harder than any of you niggas

Wherever I stand, my appeal’s the same, punk

And you got the nerve to tell me

Come gangsta

Throw your rags in the air

And know that nobody there

Will compare to your gangsta

Sag your pants to the floor

Every woman’s a bitch or a whore

When you’re gangsta

Pack ya guns in the club

If they shrug give them thugs mean mugs

Yeah come gangsta

Is what they sayin' to me

I should’ve been done come with a gun

For the ones who bump they gums, you the one

Said a nigga wasn’t gonna make another record

Said I was wack and washed up, done

Said a nigga might scare little ones

He’s a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes

With red hair and my face painted

They said (Gangsta)

Messy Marv and Corleone is so (Gangsta)

But I really ain’t (Gangsta)

I need to come a little (Gangsta)

Scritch the Scratch, my nigga Fat Tone is so (Gangsta)

You need a bit of that (Gangsta)

You need to hang with a (Gangsta)

Mr. Stinky Vigilante’s so (Gangsta)

Brotha Lynch is (Gangsta)

The Bigga Figga is (Gangsta)

57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)

That nigga Fiddy is (Gangsta)

They say!

When you in them streets, creep creep

'Cause some gangstas wanna head blast

'Cause I run with the red rags

Ain’t tryna make the feds flash

Try to swipe my bread stash

That’s that bullshit I’m gon' skip and

Try to go and get the money grip

Okay, you niggas kill me

You’re Nosferatu vampire, bit my shit

'Cause you niggas feel me

Surprised I got you right here with my shit

So you gotta be thankful to who?

By the way homie what’s gangsta to you?

Money, dope and alcohol and

Plenty bitches all up on your dick

I got that

How can C-Bo be wrong?

How can Yukmouth be wrong?

How can Lynch be wrong?

How can 2Pac be wrong, bitch?!

Come gangsta

Throw your rags in the air

And know that nobody there

Will compare to your gangsta

Sag your pants to the floor

Every woman’s a bitch or a whore

When you’re gangsta

Pack ya guns in the club

If they shrug give them thugs mean mugs

Yeah come gangsta

Is what they sayin' to me

I’ve been nice to you rapper cats for a long time

I left Kansas City so them other cats can go and shine

But it seems these punks are confused because I’m my own kind

But I’m back on deck 'cause Kansas City is whose throne? Mine!

This ain’t no punk shit

Nigga this is strength at its finest

I made this shit so you all you simps can rewind it

Meaning you pussies who say this Tech shit ain’t hard for real

And try to disregard the real

You motherfuckers is hard to feel

I get your death threats 'cause I’m the king bitch

Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit

But I stay ahead of the game

And you punks is so late

'Cause my one gangsta track will demolish your whole tape

I’ve been with every rapper who’s legendary

Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard

'Cause I bring the heater

Love me 'cause I’m your leader

Bitches, they suck my Peter

While I’m drinkin' Margaritas

Niggas get layed down

Seven displayed sounds

N9ne, the crazed clown

Lines like sprayed rounds

This is for all you haters who don’t pump my shit

If you say this ain’t gangsta you can suck my dick!

I might look like a clown, huh

But you niggas sound like a muthafuckin' circus

Fuck you muthafuckas

This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man

I mean… Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggas

From the stage show to rockin' the mic, you name it

That’s why I roll with him

He my favorite rapper, real talk

Tech N9ne