Текст песни Census Bureau (D12) с переводом

Yeah, we straight from the Census Bureau

Haha, Runyan Ave

We lookin' for yo' momma

D 12, where yo' momma at?

Miko, where yo' momma at?

Young Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at?

I wanna f**k that b**ch, her stankin' ass

Hey 'em where yo' momma at? Yo

You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga

I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga

See me and you are sorta like the same I guess

We both rock mics but yours is into our chest

You can’t do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave’s unruly

And truly this ain’t a movie, you get slapped with the tooly

So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy

To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin' me?

Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild

Piggity-pow, nigga be out

You don’t really want war, I’m chillin' at your door

This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor

I can’t be a punk, my daddy wasn’t none

I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one

You reap what you sow, that sh*t you oughta know

I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I ain’t a hoe

You know it’s been a while but we feelin' it now

The rough sound muh’f**ker, niggas killin' it now

Goddamn, you don’t want no problems B

Get your name in the obituary column sheet

It’s that same ol' sh*t, niggas back again

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin

Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

A basket case indeed, stronger than a can of mace

Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin' witcha seed

I’ll be makin' all these niggas wanna take a beam

And put it right on my head

You don’t be takin' heed, you probably idol the Feds

Havin' meetings to recite what I said

Liable to have you in a medical room

Walk in that b**ch with a cell phone then turn it on

Got a chrome that be f**kin' up sh*t worse than I

You would swear that I’m a Gemini

I kill a guy for nothin', eye to eye

And I ain’t gotta touch them niggas face soon as I say somethin'

Got a pump that’ll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass

You would think you in Death Row’s office

I’m I’ll enough to fall in the middle of moshpits

Survive and I’m gettin' up high without a flaw b**ch

You know it’s been a while but we feelin' it now

The rough sound muh’f**ker, niggas killin' it now

Goddamn, you don’t want no problems B

Get your name in the obituary column sheet

It’s that same ol' sh*t, niggas back again

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin

Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

I’m a dog on the mic that’ll brawl out with Christ

Get to cappin' at your captain 'til he fall outta life

I’m all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain

Put holes in your head and finger-f**k your brain

Fool f**k this game, I’m poppin' at coach

Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin' was broke

I ain’t feelin' nothin' you wrote so I’m stompin' your throat

Show up at the hospital and start punchin' your folks

I’m a uzi with arms and legs

Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head

You wanna take what my 40-cal since you b**ch-made

Spittin' the right game so yo' ass can get laid

The f**k down, I don’t give a f**k now, whassup?

Talkin' 'bout «Clappin'», quit actin', you barely bust nuts

Don’t get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof

And I’ma kill every man that came with you

Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who showed up?

44-mag and tear your whole door up

Pink shower cap and yellow drawers

My dick’s so small, I can pee on my own balls

When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work

That’s why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh

So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone

I ain’t home, I’m so wet gettin' stoned with Norah Jones

You know it’s been a while but we feelin' it now

The rough sound muh’f**ker, niggas killin' it now

Goddamn, you don’t want no problems B

Get your name in the obituary column sheet

It’s that same ol' sh*t, niggas back again

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin

Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

Yo, I chuck niggas daily, a six-man crew that’s born crazy

A triple O.G. like Tray Deee

I stay sparkin', b**ch I got a attitude

I step on your shoes and won’t say pardon, be cautious

Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be

Wild and disorderly, p**sin' on your toilet seat

Nigga now you know it’s me, I got a.44 wit me

B**ches all over me, sayin' yes like Floetry

Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me

It ain’t no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be

Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller

Rob niggas 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda

And you know that I’m the shady type, the crazy type

That’s probably why promoters never pay me right

We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again

I’m 'bout to bust a Huey and spray up a f**kin' school again

You know it’s been a while but we feelin' it now

The rough sound muh’f**ker, niggas killin' it now

Goddamn, you don’t want no problems B

Get your name in the obituary column sheet

It’s that same ol' sh*t, niggas back again

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin

Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

Yeah, D 12

Devil’s Night, part two

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