Текст песни Another Wild Nigger from the Bronx (Fat Joe) с переводом

You comin out the South Bronx

Time to let brothers know what time it is

T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house

Yeahhhhhh. like this!

Chilly Dee (represent, and uh)

Gizmo (represent, and uh)

Keith Keith (represent, and uh)

King Sun (represent, and uh)

Fat Joe (represent, and uh)

Uptown (represent, and uh)

Uptown (represent, and uh)

Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!

I’m from the West Bubblefuck so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up

I’m the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up

Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care

Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare

From the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown

Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around

Shorts I don’t take em, bones I fracture and break

So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank’s G

Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon

To meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon

Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap

Stick lyrics back to back, that’ll pack, to keep myself on wax

Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin

If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you’re lyin

A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk

I’m never ever buck I don’t give a fuck if you think that I’m a sucker

Parties that I’ve made, people wonder how long it lasted

Lyrics that are so hardcore, it’ll leave you flabbergasted

Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in

And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin

I’m the human beat magician with the bag full of fun

Ammunition’s the addition to the sawed offfff!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

(Keith Keith!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

Run for help when the mic’s in my hand

I kick rhymes like I’m a rap Van Damme

And eat MC’s like a cake or a slice of pie

I’m not a pimp but I bop like I’m Superfly

People say who’s he? I’ll give any crew beef

So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief

I hold my own yet don’t stand alone, I’m well known

Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone

Think you better chill troop, cause I’m not havin that

And flippin on niggas like a somersaultin acrobat

Go get your crew and y’all still couldn’t do the man

I’m blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can

I know niggas sip this, bitches wanna dip this

I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist

Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I’m a sucka

I’ll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker fucka

So step up and let me hear your response

Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the Bronx

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

(King Sun!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move

It’s a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth

I’m not the Smooth Operator with the ladies

But I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies

One thing never say run, King Sun

I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun

Representin where I’m from in a bumrush

Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush

Don’t touch or feel, it’s real, showin mad skills

Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills

Don’t play the yard, fake Gods ain’t got nuttin for me

I’m loungin with Tone and Corey

On one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe

On Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity

Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk

Cause I’m another wild nigga from the Bronx

Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up

Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up

Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain’t the one

The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

(Fat Joe!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

Aww shit, what we have here

Ninety-three and it’s a brand new year

My name is Fat Joe I got shit locked down

Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown

It’s a damn shame, you better maintain

I’m causin hysteria blowin niggas out the frame

Yes I can-can, I’m the Fat Man

Never run, never ran, it’s not in the plan

I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz

Your rhymes are trash and no frills

Carbon copy you’re sloppy, see Joe ain’t the one

I’m beatin bootleggers down with King Sun

Rollin over niggas like a truck

I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubblefuck

My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title

I’m Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol

I get you open on the freestyle tip

Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah

I’m Puerto Rican, I’ll leave you dead and stinkin

I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln

Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down

If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down!

I’m known from state to state, for shootin down punks

I’m another wild nigga from the Bronx

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

«Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump» -] Cypress Hill

Another wild nigga from the Bronx! *fades*