Текст песни: The Coffin + перевод

Yeah

Yo, Les, what up papa?

Juju Gigante, y’kna mean?

Goblin Queens New York

Philly out here

We shining

Yeah, the four-fifth symphony lift him

It’ll spin your head around like a rotisserie chicken

I was born on the Red Sea, Abyssinian vision

We ain’t A-Alikes, God, we completely different

How much more proof you need that the boy crazy?

I carry four pounds like a premature baby

Pussy boy, coming out his mouth, all shady

I will punch him in his fucking teeth, all gravy

I’m liable to take a young boy lunch box

And if it’s any resistance, then you gon' get punched ahk

I catch homis, Lord, harder than punk rock

I remember 'xactly where I was when they slumped Pac

Quintetto had everything, but got cocky

Philly wop with nice hands, but not Rocky

Mommy making manicotti, but it got sloppy

Yous a bitch, Benny Blanco when he shot Papi

Yeah, the left hook startle 'em, the end is a mean right

Sublime nature, I am from the sons of the Green Light

I could tell from your eyes, something don’t seem right

Hands shake, brittle, so I know you the queen type

This 550 Sonoran, force is absurd

And God told me the pen is the source of the word

How he call himself a rapper, but he awkward with words?

In a city I diddy bop, walk with a bird

Let’s be honest, money, you just mediocre at best

And these cop killers going to put a hole in your chest

I’m Vido Loncar throwing blows at the ref

You like Luke on Hoth, almost frozen to death

The straight right’ll lift his fucking pussy out of shoes

With no counters coming back and that’s the point I’m trying to prove

You ain’t get the fucking point?

That’s the point that I don’t lose

You can see me muhfucker, I’ll anoint you on the news

Yeah

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