Текст песни BlackOut (Cassidy) с переводом

Chubby, I be ballin' I got mean game

But got bills, I’m always needing cream mane

Stash get low, I’m in the bank with the thing mane

Mad scope but na I ain’t Bruce Wayne or Dean Cain

And I ain’t Liu Kang or Ving Rhames

So no I don’t know karate baby boy but got a mean aim

I’m straight real all these other niggas fake as hell

Spit I can tell you about bars like I escaped from jail, Killed Tracks

I bet you snitches can’t wait to tell

Certified try and check my weight I’ll probably break the scale

Niggas sooner found in line homie keep the hating

I’m bout to drop after Cass and the streets is waiting

Chill if I think that you can fight like when I see you’re asian

Then fuck boxing nigga heat is blazin' he amazing

Chubby, They don’t wan’t let the guy shine

I’m in that Royce, but I ain’t 5'9″

See I’m a boss nigga read between the guidelines

I’m prime time nigga all you do is ride pine

I give you one shot two shot three shot four of dem

Shoot and don’t leave until the morgue start exploring him

We in here, hit the A&R's we need more of them

Try and get stupid rich a mill will still poor to him

Crazy with the it ins money got me buying shit I know I can’t fit in

That’s just because I like the whip

I’m dark skinned ya’ll you know I had to light my wrist

Dumb good I rap like a nun would, nice as shit

Since a youngin' I was pipin' chicks

You couldn’t mack the bitches already fucked in your nicest fit

The newest king and I’m coming for the ring Frodo

I’m on that ass like a chilo go poppin' shit

Hot as shit, bless you just acknowledge it

He movin' them ostriches

Plus keep two in the Glock to spit

Caveman jewels gotta chain to put some rocks in it

Turn into a theif and I will turn into Stojakovic, Jag

I’m gettin' money and my bread up

I wear shit you can’t rock

You can’t cop so you fed up

And no I never had relations with the feds but

My 5−0 a make yo head bust stiff and rotten

Fuck the law and fuck ya’ll we can get it poppin'

Niggas drop and die or get killed homie pick a option

Ya I’m hot like slaves when they was picking cotton

But I was pimpin' pickin' breezys before this shit was poppin'

I gave her dick and knocked the bitch unconscious

So you see now

She wit you for the rebound like Dennis Rodman

I’m in the Maybach tv watchin'

And I’m talkin' bout the CD droppin'

I can’t see me stoppin'

I’m in the strip club breezys flockin'

Bitch’s asscrack beedy poppin'

See I got hella cake

We made men see us celebrate

That car jet away

Watch money elevate, Chubby

And I ain’t sweet

I ain’t homo I ain’t eyeing dude

But try and move look stupid see this iron move

I ain’t a hater what you tryna' prove

I’m in there buying shoes

Shining on the island with my diamond jewels

Fuck with me I can triple what you tryna' move

Take your cake throw you in the lake you be pyranha food

I’m from the streets but I be rhymin' smooth

Old School glasses got the bitches yellin' chubby lookin' kind of smooth

This gettin' money shit is kinda' cool

Me and Cass chandelier shoppin' buyin' houses with designer pools

And to the top where niggas tryna' move

You wanna play, you must be tryna' lose, I’m standing in Obama’s shoes

And for them Presies nigga triggas will blow

It’s the flyest fat nigga you know

I’m that nigga you know

(Verse 2: Cassidy)

Your heart pump fear you look scared every time I see you

You’re see through and bitch I’m the shit nigga Pee You

I’m a gangsta I do the shit that a G do

I’m not Omarion but stay with the K like B2

You can’t run I keep the hand gun with me to

The Desert Eagle will blow your mind like SP do

I gotta eat and got kids I gotta feed to

I’m in the street like Swiss Beats I got keys to

I get brain like an SAT do

Your girl tongue be licking the little hole that I pee through

My jury make ya rum colder than MR. Freeze do

But I spit hot as the liquid that killed the T to

Don’t go to Philly less you need to

Cus they a kill you dog thats why Vick play for the Eagles

It’s like watching a state property sequal

My young gunner kill you for free like B Siegel

O he a spark it crack your head wide open

Clap lead make you die with your eyes wide open

I’m high smokin', drunk drinkin' and hungry eatin'

Me being nice is the only reason that homie breathing

Homie even open his mouth I’ll have my homie squeeze

A homie bleed a hole in his head it’s over he dead

My bars go over your head cus you don’t know much

You never sold coke or sold smoke to fill up no dutch

They say I rap about guns to much but so what

If they had a gun class in school I would’ve showed up

All my fans like damn man what’s the hold up

We need to hear the message

You left the game slowed up

I know but I’m better than ever I stepped my flow up

I signed at 17 na mean I had to grow up

I’m niggas favorite but my business wasn’t situated

Fuck if niggas hate it I refuse to get manipulated

A decade a nigga waited but a nigga made it

Soon as I walked in the strip club it precipitated

Ya thunderstorm my dick they jumpin' on

After a couple lap dances, your couple hundred is gone

I love hanging around woman with nothing on

Cus I been a pimp ever since I was fucking born

Lamborghinis Ferraris a couple hundred a jawn

And what the fuck you niggas doin, you fucking drawn

When I was in the county jail if a nigga act a

Fool I’ll lose y cool and then smack the

Shit out a nigga

Get niggas to kidnap ya

And stab you the fuck up for a couple suits and some backer

I stay high and I’m fly as a high jacker

And I should be in everybody top five rappers

Cus I ain’t just rappin' that shouldn’t happen

Let’s get it crackin'

Like chiropractors and poppin' like firecrackers

I spit fire I really inspire rappers

And I’m in the street, I should’ve been one of the wire actors

HAHAHA

A lot of rappers can’t stand me now

Cus I’m better than every rapper I stand around

My new chain the same color as a banana now

And you got on your man watch, that’s a handmedown

Yo I’m the CEO of Larsiny Family now

When I’m a family man trying to hold my whole family down

I’m making money, take it from me I don’t think so

My hammer blaze like the man I made on Saints Row

Crystal head vodka, the cup where the drank go

The dutch where I put in the haze and that shit stank yo

Some niggas stupid, they don’t think yo

So I keep the AK-47 like Kirilenko

Even niggas in Utah know I’m to raw

And all you a shoot is a cue ball, screw ya’ll

Who ya’ll, nobody man I chew ya’ll

I’m the best that mean I"m way better than you are

Ya I’m the truth and you a fraud

You a broad the new version of RuPaul

Man I see right through ya’ll