Текст песни Bad Boys (Dru Down) с переводом

Bad boys, bad boys, what’cha gon' do?

What’cha gon' do when they come for you?

Bad boys, bad boys, what’cha gon' do?

What’cha gon' do when they come for you?

What the fuck? (What the fuck they gon' do?)

Man, these muthafuckas trippin' on TV and shit

You know what the fuck I do, right?

(What you gon' do, man?)

I’m gonna leap out the window, hit a fence in the backyard

‘Cause my Nike Air Jordans don’t mess around with the force

Now I’m ghost, I’m hittin' ‘em non, stuck on the block

I can hop like a rabbit when it come to the pigs, dig?

I’m from the Eastside, Bay or the Oaktown

You slip when you heavy and now you want me, but I’m gone now

I’m like Flash G, leaping like Carl Lewis, see

But I could still hear the OPD’s walkie-talkies

And now they let the dogs loose

Ain’t feeling like Bruce Willis, but I’m a bad guy, he cooked the birds eye

They’re zooming in with infrared—I'm thinking, ‘damn'

I’m on the run, so that shouldn’t stop a man

I’m thinking of freedom, that’s all I ever need and want

I broke in a house and snatched a woman, gave her 50 bucks

(This ain’t enough) Here’s 100, please put me under

She said (That's ain’t enough), I said, here, take down my bank number

And put me under tuck like a blanket

I’m hiding on my knees in a basement steady praying

Please, God, ever would save me

You probably came, my life’s been hell since a baby

Maybe, I need to go down and do about 110 years—well, devil’s keep wishing

While I keep on thinking of thoughts and master plans

They open the doors, they send in the dogs to where they think I might have ran

But no tracks could be found, no trails on the ground

I’m still stuck, but I’d be worse if I was handcuffed

It’s been an hour-and-a-half and they still ain’t caught me

Give it up, go have a donut and some coffee

You lost, G, conversate about me at the station

The next time you be runnin' up, the next time I’ll be waiting

I’m a bad boy, bad boy (what I’ma do)

Take one to the glass chin and be out on you piggie fools

Sticks and stones will never break my bones

But a billy club would—is that understood?

Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks

Just to get the hell away from the cops

Okay, now me being hot, I’m like after the flick of your Bic

I’m the flame, he tell names (oh, never)

No tittle-tattle over here, bruh bruh (you sucka)

The unstoppable, that’s why they call me the B-A-D B-O-Y

That’s how I try to be so no one can defeat me

You gotsta understand the way of the life we live

I don’t forget, it’s never forgive

I just break off a piece of me, P-O-I-S-O-N

Hand it to you and make you shake and then shiver then

I got you frontin' like Kryptonite had the Superman

I planned it like this, I’m a bad son of a bitch

Freeze DD, you’re under arrest for making lyrically brain-damaging substance

And under suspicion of fleeing from my officers and making my officers look bad

Take three steps to the backseat of the car slowly

One, two, pyoon, hey, don’t give ‘em three

I’m in the tree, and like a birdie, I’m F-R-E-E

Make the call (kurr-kurr), I see my folks over there

They’re tryin' to warn a brother but not knowing I’m in the air

I swear, things is getting deeper than what I thought

Been running for two hours and I still ain’t been caught

It’s not my fault, somebody spilled the salt

Took a 20 dollar bill from the po-po, now that ass was bought

They’re coming my way, talking about that they smell me, they hear me

They feel me, but can’t see me

Suck my wee-wee, I’m out like a candlelight

Out the tree, over the fence, through the woods, in the hood

I’m feeling safer, threw out the racists

I need to hit Sandra’s up for a little bit of Alhambra

My throat is dry, I pray to God in the sky

I’m a bad boy, to others I’m a bad guy

Sticks and stones will never break my bones

But a billy club would—is that understood?

Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks

Just to get the hell away from the cops

As I knock on the wood door (Who is it?), it’s me

(Me who?) DD, the mack player pimp OG

Let me in, I’m out of wind, I’m being chased by the other race

The fools in blue suits and the big boots

No way, no how, whatever would you catch me

I’m known to be a jackrabbit, nickname is Bugsy

Who is the character who pointed the index finger at me?

Let me pay a visit, watch me pop up in the kitchen

She’s missing, ‘cause I’m a fool at that

I could have her selling crack, or have her on the track

I’m a mack, but I’m not even trippin' off of po-po

I’m solo, without the gat, I’m still throwing bolos

So say, bro, I know the fetti is looking for me

But homie, I’m coming from the streets, I ain’t no dummy

I’m a bad boy, bad boy (what I’ma do)

Take one to the glass chin and be out on you piggy fools

Sticks and stones will never break my bones

But a billy club would—is that understood?

Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks

Just to get the hell away from the cops

Sticks and stones will never break my bones

But a billy club would—is that understood?

Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks

Just to get the hell away from the cops

Sticks and stones will never break my bones

But a billy club would—is that understood?

Whatever it takes, I travel blocks with no socks

Just to get the hell away from the mutha-uh cops

Sticks and stones…

Nigga gotta get up outta on them muthafuckin' po-po's, mayne

Muthafucka gotta get his mail on, that’s what I’m talkin' ‘bout, huh

You niggas sick over there in the O, boy

Ay, it’s going down like that for the 1994

You got your boy JT the Bigga Figga producing that shit, mayne

Letting that shit be known, straight up out the muthafuckin' ‘Moe, mayne

I got my boy Dru Down in the house, mayne, and it’s going down for real though

Finna go double platinum on you fools, mayne, for the 9−4 season

Ay mayne, what’s up with that shit, boy?

Nigga, don’t hide it, divide it, nigga…