Текст песни Bring It On (Geto Boys) с переводом

Cover your dome or feel a motherfucking Glock

The rugged child is in the house, I’m letting off shots

Biggity bang biggity bang, hit the motherfucking deck

I’m down on this track and I’m abouts to get wreck

I’m coming like a hustler, never coming buster

Blasting on you hoes screaming, «Die, motherfucker!»

Never showing mercy cause that shit is for the weak

I rhyme with my Glock and knock a nigga off his feet

A young nigga, shorts as I figure

Step up with that bullshit, I’m a greet you with this trigger

Blasting on you hoes and let you know how it feels

Bucking with the 5th ward will get your motherfucking dome peeled

Motherfucker bring it on

It’s the Seagster, the major leagster

Bitch deceiver, nigga life-reliever!

Oakland hustler, never been a busta

Make way for the nine-trey, I’m coming motherfucka

Straight from the 6−9, the final line village

Doing more damage than a Exxon spillage!

Uh, coward, and that’s that

I’m known to pack a gat and put heads on flat

No rehabilitatin' my trigga'

Take a nigga out the ghetto

But you can’t take the ghetto out the nigga

Ain’t nothing changed since the 70s

I’m hellbound nigga, my life ain’t never been heavenly

Never slippin punk no, a nigga don’t lag

Game tight replace a nigga’s Nikes with a toe tag

His zoom, his ass, his zigga I’m the founder

Stacking up bodies like Jeffery Dahmer

Oh, here comes the flow, watch me as I tip toe

To a nigga’s window, with my M 6−0

Putting motherfuckers out their misery

And watching the murders reenacted on Unsolved Mysteries

Trick, coward lame pussy ass faggot

Six feet deep is where you sleep with the worms and the maggots

Nigga’s can’t harm me, Rap-A-Lot army

Coming like Desert Storm, you’ve been warned

But if you still want some, nigga, bring it on!

Too Much Trouble done sewed up the tracks

Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked

By some young niggas that’s down to break a bitch

The Nickel Nut and the Band-Aid Bandit

Yes the Nickel Nut pimping ten different sluts

You’ve encountered slavery bitch I don’t give a fuck

That better turn some tricks, a suck a lotta dicks

And come with my money or they get their ass kicked

Geto got hoes on the stroll making my bank roll

But when we tangle bitch, I run with foes

Cause all about the pen, ain’t talking about the pussy

I’m talking about the paper, so bitch shake your money maker

It’s the pimp pimp pimpin, you’re simp simp simpin

Your bitch chose me now you’re wimp wimp wimpin

Nigga you was wrong when you reached for your chrome

A slug to your dome, bad news done beat you home

You think we was acting about making but you’re wrong

We in a pizzimping and its on so bitches bring it on

Bring it on, fool! Bring it on, yeah! (Repeat 2x)

Bring it oooooooooooooon!

Bring it on motherfucker, here I come with this damn thang

Boom boom boom, and I’m about to make freedom ring

5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine trey

I’m down with them Geto Boys so make my motherfucking day

The 5th Ward Boys on the motherfucking set

Putting a slug off in your chest

Cause you didn’t wear the bulletproof vest

Nigga, ratta tat tat to your temple

Shit is real simple, busting up domes like a pimple

Jump if you want, nigga, and I’m a have to hurt ya

Murder after murder after goddamn murder!

Yo I’m taking niggas to the promised land

With little Bushwick, Scarface, and the goddamn peter man

Lets rock stupid fuck is fucking it up with Double O, life is stuck up

For the ten flow, so what you wanna do, ho

Yeah, cause we’re checking mo motherfuckers, parking mo motherfuckers

And killing more motherfuckers than any one of you motherfuckers

While your ho sleeping let’s get it on

And get your fucking wig split, fool-ass nigga, now bring it on

I can’t see your ass bitch, so you’d better watch your bust or

Take that from a blind handicapped motherfucker

Smoking weed and steadily downing that Schlitz Malt Liquor

If you wanna step and get done, cause I’m that nigga

Well it’s me that nigga D (Who?)

That fat square twister, the one who fucked your sister

I made her pussy blister, got a dick in the side of my pearl white Lac

Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back

And my heat up under my seat ready to put the lead on ya

So punk motherfuckers try to test me if you wanna

Cause we’re smoking that weed, feeling fine

Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime

Smoking that weed, feeling fine

Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime!

A weed-smoking motherfucker, plus I kick doobies

I’m the one that told that nigga to go insane in that Luby’s

Ganksta NIP is fucking your daughter, G

I wake up every morning screaming, «Somebody slaughter me!»

Step in my path, your ass is void

Cause I’m an aerodynamic, satanic, schizophrenic android

Your mind ain’t deep enough, cars can’t creep enough

Dead bodies complaining we too loud, they can’t sleep enough

Attempted murder, I didn’t mean to hurt her

I hadn’t ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger!

A bulletproof vest won’t protect your chest

A whole body is hard to digest

Once I flex, count the next

The hardest I won like recreation of Malcolm X

So bring it on, I’m ready to slaughter

Sitting in church, drinking a 40 of holy water

Bring it on, fool! Bring it on, yeah! (Repeat 2x)

Bring it oooooooooooooon!

DMG bring it on

I’ve been a victim of society

They got me fucked in this whole shit

Niggas running up with M-11's and some mo shit

It seems to me they wanna start something

But I’m a let this motherfucking 9 break em off something

My homie panicked cause he never thought it’d come to that

Miggity Mike serving em soft from these niggas gats

I guess it’s like guerilla warfare

Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for deaf until you make it there

And if you don’t then grab your nuts, duke

Cause that’s the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce

More murder by killings and slayings, some shit

You fake on your tool and find your homie dead in a ditch

Now the fucking water’s getting hot

Homie after homie after homie’s getting shot

And niggas are overlookin the joys of life

.357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight

Check it: first I walk up on him like I know him;

Then, I let me conversation start to ho him

Yo, I never debates the way I handle my business

Cause niggas always be fucking shit up well it’s time to handle they

Business

He’s peeping out my missile as I stand straight

So now it’s time to make his ass like a crushed grape

Come check a nigga gun for his get sound get click

Yo, you shoulda brought it on

3−2 comin at ya, comin at ya

Don’t make me pull my shit and have to cap ya

With my Glock, I make it go «pop,» it’s a 17 shot

So a nigga gon drop, a nigga gon drop

You heard me roll a fatty

Now I’m at the window of your cocksucking caddy

So what you wanna do? It’s about that time

Pop pop pop goes the weasel in my nine

Uh, where your nuts at nigga? You’d better let em hang

Cause we can get it on, ho, it ain’t no thang, uh

Mo murder mo motherfucking merrier

Cause I be one of the roughest niggas from the hardcore area

So quit running your mouth, bitch, you know you can’t fade this

Rap-A-Lot south shit

It’s the 3-motherfucking-2

So bring on your motherfucking crew bitch, we can get it on

Strapped assassin, ghetto gladiator

Leaving a path of destruction like the motherfucking Terminator

Lurking the streets of hardcore, stalking like a predator

17 shots to the chest made his clothes wetter than mine

Cause the nine’ll hit your ass every time

Got my motherfucking b-mo, going straight for the dome

Wig-splitting nigga with the finger on the trigger

Sinister, symptoms of a motherfucking killer

B-I-G to the motherfucking M-E

Double L-O's not a motherfucking ho

But a cutthroat, smiggity smoking niggas like dope

Now bitch don’t choke, cause the dick’s down your throat

Getting my blast on, nigga get your ass on

Riggy run your ass home cause I’m a bring it on, homes!

It’s the return of the motherfucking dreadlock

Putting fools in headlocks, giving niggas headshots

You don’t wanna fuck with me, I ain’t that motherfucka

I mean that average, run-of-the-mill ass nigga

You hoes better recognize this nigga that you up against;

Mista mista Scarface ain’t that nigga to be fucking with

So lay it down niggas, bump it down or feel the pressure

Cause I’m the type of nigga that’s known for taking drastic measures

Quick to rip shit and leave a motherfucker twitching

So niggas make a run once my rifle starts spittin'

Round after round after motherfuckin round

So bitches lay it down, I shut em down, I shut em down!

Screaming for vengeance I swear that I meant this descended

Surrender suspended cause, niggas, I meant it

Calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation

Still got the mind of a motherfuckin mental patient!

I got the chrome to my own dome

But I’m a give you one before I take it home, motherfucka, so, uh

Bring it on, fool! Bring it on, yeah (Repeat 3x)

Bring it oooooooooooooon!