Текст песни Cali Niggaz (The Game) с переводом

From California

Born in Seminole Hospital nigga

November 29, 1979

On some G shit

My moms ain’t scream or nothing

And I ain’t never cried nigga

Motherfucker I’m from Compton, the hub city

I brought some thugs with me

That’ll set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly

Drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D’s, puff sticky

Love 2Pac to death and still bump Biggie

Welcome to the west side

Where them Tec’s fly

Dope boys drive them S5's

Come smoke and get the best high

Who the fuck said the west died

You dead, this the left side

I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my

Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my

Leave them with poker faces

Red rag, pull it down so they know it’s Jayceon

Riding down Wilshire

07 Charger, K&M Filter

High speed burning it up for my

My life real like it was directed by Hype Williams

I started off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling

The more gang banging, the more killing

The more drug dealing

The more cap peeling

We all

Ay, From Frisco

Never rode a 6−4

They might ghost ride, ghost ride

But Ya Boy is low pro

Stay on the low though

Black Tims, Lacross polo

Black peekhole

Long nose 4−4

Ya never got your hands dirty

I’m outside with the grams early

Puffing life by the gram heard me

High as a bird

Grinding the curb

And if I get caught put me in a cell with my

On the block, busting shots with my Cali Niggas

Fucking with them boys up in Watts, we all

We run deep, hit Compton and rally niggas

Hurricane Game, line them up, let me tally niggas

Trouble makers

Call them big guns, rumble makers

Let the thunderquake 'em introduce them to the undertaker

Palm trees

Big sun with the calm breeze

You can call me one of the re, realest

Yes, Southern Cali

Home of the Chuck Taylors, not Bally’s

Far from Vegas, but Sin City

Ab-Soul, put me on it, chronic in the air

Catch the vapors

House parties, hungover through morning, see thats a

You see I’m from the murderous blocks

Compton, California where you’d rather get caught with your gun on you

See it’s as hot as a sauna

And in the winter time, niggas don’t walk out without kissing they momma

Life of a

Hip-hop trying to take the life of us

Don’t call them rappers, address them as Bill O’Reilly niggas

But we gon get them and we kill em, address them as some Hally niggas

Never the more they say they ain’t feeling these

When ya’ll was ditching class over these hoes man

I was at Centennial catching fades over dice games

That’s one years ago, 350 days

350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot

I am a good dude to work with

Destroy your life or destroy these rap verses

Life’s a bitch

So I buy whatever she wants, and hope heaven can be my reimbursement

Milk the game until I see her on the couch roaming this earth surface

At first I was parched, but now I’m the thirstiest

Dehydrated

Hungry, frustrated

One of the greatest

Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey

I’m on the Wall Street like a stock broker

Then I’m back to the hood where they pop toasters

Every nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers

Selling crack in the hood with my

Look, I’m shitting on everything moving

This on my chain ain’t a label it’s a movement

Fuck with caps, it’s a nail in the coffin

Look, I shoot arms like heroin addicts

Look, a hater shit get drastic

You my son, they kill me, you end up a bastard. ha

I got the internet going nuts

Bitches hitting me on myspace say they want to suck him up

You want beef? What the fuck is up?

If so when we meet, I got heat for these

When I spit, the realest will feel something

That’s why I stay on the block, I’m still hustling

When you shit on the drop my shit pumping

A spot like a mailbox, it’s where the bills come in

Me and Hurricane riding in an S5

Snatch a nigga up, take him for a test drive

Tie the nigga up, show him how the west ride

South Central LA, I’m a

Where the best was born

Make sure your vest is worn

Cause nigga’s will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn

Nigga’s will split ya deck, then pull your card

Just try to act hard on the boulevard

You know it’s me in the coupe when I’m speeding through

The fiend’s say I whip colt like a vehicle

It’s three birds, a bitch, brick, and four fifth

With them three, I take over the whole strip

No shit

The skinny nigga is no bitch

Know this, I’m so loyal to my

Crusing through my hood to see whats good

My block considered Death Row but we ain’t never signed to Suge

California, I got my heart in it

Disrespect, get ya shot, like I’m bartending

Me and Game we blood brothers with different pops

He the seed of Compton, I’m from Harlem, Watts

Hubbing a dub

Slugging a snub

Busting at any motherfucker who be fucking with us

This is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,

Gangbang capital, crackhouses, yellow tape

Riding through the city streets

Cannon right under my seat

Chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef?

Seperate your soul from your flesh if you ever hate

Keep your comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate

South Central LA

Nigga it’s the place to be

In my house, counting big money is the place for me

Blow good dro, and ride G rides

Gangbanging and cane slanging, the whole nine

Chuck Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits

Black & Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut

Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we clap you fool

Fuck the talk, bring your gat, we’re blasting two’s

From the block to the booth I’m the realest

Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my

Who the fuck want to snatch you from me?

And I don’t chase bitches nigga I chase after money

Cannibal hungry

Trying to eat till my belly bust

I’m Cali raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?

It’s boss' life nigga

I put it down like I’m dropping the habit

Smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce than a rabbit

Got to have it like a crack fiend

Counting big face hundreds till my thumbs green

Interested in major money and power moves

Interfere and get em wet up like a shower do

That’s how we do

Street sweep you when we ride up on ya

I represent that West Covina, California

Sixty-six hit more licks than a tootsie roll

Give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I’m good to go

Slow flow

Game cold like a eskimo

T.K.O. dawg

I think they better let it go

Lyrical arsenal

I heat it up, I like to flame a mic,

I can’t Game, my game to tight

I’m out of sight like Haley’s Comet

Throw up my set, boss' life, like I’m sick and vomit

Bow down to the realest, nigga pay your homage

In the city of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West

And I’ma stay clutching, busting the trigger

Talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us

Ay, whose back in the 'Lac on white walls

Big body, the same color as Lysol

Hit the block up, if an enemy turn the lights off

And pull up on the fake ass nigga to turn his life off

Block out!, Block out!

Busting, watch the bike fall

I told em about them self-self made niggas, we ain’t like y’all

We on some other ish

My goons will smother shit

From my Piru niggas down to them Eastside Crips

I thug like everyday’s my last, ask Jesus

He never missed the beat of my heart, and won’t neither

A true leader

In the Ferrari two-seater

Slide off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up

I’m knocking doors down

When I come around

Better have a nigga cheesey, everybody face down

I represent the city, the home of the Lakers

Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga