Текст песни: Think Not + перевод

From the East to the South to the West to the North

Come on Al’Tariq, go off, a go off!

A yes yes y’all, freak freak y’all

So unique y’all, Al’Tariq y’all

I dusted off the fo'-fo'chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome

Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone

to roam these wicked streets in the U.S. of A.

See no matter where you at, motherfuckin crime pay

but not my way, put them days of slingin behind me Now I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me and that remind me, can’t forget my 1−800 beeper

So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida

Now, loaded up my shit in this van, to tour America

I’m out to get this cheese and to see, every area

of every city, every corner and back street

Thought shit would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET

Wrong impression, from the beginnin, we get to sinnin

All up and down the East coast yo, we bangin women

The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckin

Got chickens suckin, raw dog we steady fuckin

But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas

Deep in the woods, niggaz lickin off behind us Glad they didn’t find us, glad we didn’t get tackled

Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple, what?

Chorus: Al’and peeps

{Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?

Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin

The shit is all the same and that’s the point of this discussion, now

{All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?

Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin

The shit is all the same

Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in 'ouisiana

A thick ass and shit, but she sleep with Peaseyanna

B.E. and Anna, and every other hoe, what is it?

So we made our visit short, blew like a blizzard

We on our way now, OK now we headed

to good ol’Tex’and all gun shit get deaded

Cause down here, niggaz don’t fear a good ol’shoot-em-up

They love to suit em up, so don’t try to thirty-two em up Even my big fo'-fo'don't scare no mo'

I hear gunshots, son son hit the flo'

I get my dough, I’m out, did my show, I scout

for some hoe-ass, I need some mo’ass on my route

No doubt, avoidin hexs, floatin through Texas

Stackin them checkses, gets me, a beamin Lexus

Now next is the state of Cali-forn-I-A

My word is bond-I-A to Cali-forn-I-A

But I represent the Q and you knew, whole hearted

that I’d be troopin through with crew so don’t get started

or get smarted, by the certified black sheep

Al’Tariq, now let’s troop West to East, cause

Chorus: Al’and peeps

{All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?

Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin

The shit is all the same and that’s the point of this discussion, now

All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots} THINK NOT?

Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin

The shit is all the same

Look, now peep the way we slid in to Colorado

where my bravado, had em screamin cause I’m that macho

That top honcho, bangin bodies like I’m Camacho

Hittin notes like Pavarotti, cause this hottie, bang that body

Saw the shottie on this gang nigga, and he was focused

Then I spot his crew swarmin through like they was locusts

? know this ain’t his spot, so I, bag up the shorts

Unloose my Eddie Bauer jeans, adjust my Polo Sports

I got this jigga for some slicin but no, blastin material

Just wish I had that chrome fo'-fo', without the serial

number, so I can give him slumber

Vaporize these niggaz holdin triggers yo I coulda put him under

But no time to wonder, it’s gettin tight up in this piece

Took honey by her hand, to my van, so we headed East

Now is you with me? Or you gon’stay out here and freeze

with all these motherfuckin trees and the snow up to your knees

So what’s your answer sister? Next stop, the Windy City

She said, Yeah I don’t care, but 'Riq would you lick my kitty-kat? Hon I can do that, hop in the van

But before I ever can, yo you gotta see my man

Now here we go go, to At-lan-ta

Through with La-na, puffin lye, gettin high

Alright? Chi-Town, we hit ground, we headed South

to the side, four corner hustlers is in the house

Woo woo woo woo, we kickin script, about our journey

Make shorty hit the road, got no dough for no attorney

Plus she didn’t burn me, I guess I’m lucky this time

But the next time I wind strictly dick and rubbers combined

Chorus: Al’and peeps

{Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?

Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin

The shit is all the same and that’s the point of this discussion, now

{Yo now everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots

All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots} THINK NOT?

Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin

The shit is all the same, it’s all the same nigga

All the same, in the same game

All doin the same thing in the same game

No matter where you at, that’s where you at That’s all like that, it’s on like that

Check out this tune, the game stay all the same

KnowhatI’msayin? For the 90's baby, and forever

Al’Tariq, The Beatnuts, knahmsayin?

The God Connection, we ain’t playin

Uhhh, uh, uh uhh, uhhh, up in yo’section

Up in yo’section, all the same it’s all the same

Break em off somethin, break em off somethin

Work em off a lil somethin

Where you at nigga? No matter, no matter

where you at, that’s where you at It’s just like that.