Текст песни Doin' Somethin' (Pac Div) с переводом

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

Yeah Killa Cali, up top like a nigga Fowley playin park ball

Something like a young Nate Archibald

Lower than my arts draws like Warhols, ugly like warhogs

We gather round sports bars and court yards

Lookin for Double D’s like that report cards

She lookin for millionaires with sports cars

She end up with broke niggas and porn stars

School never meant much, I rather kick rhymes and count big bucks

Rather hit dames who got big butts

Rather get miles, we just live once, why not get it?

These labels are in business to get bucks

Moral of the story — don’t get fucked

With the right to impress yo mind

We gotta cut it short, look I’m pressin time

Said I always been a man plus none of my girls had the flat ass

They let the Jim Carrey battem like my ass

I’m a permanent stain up on yo brain

That made up love supreme, no John Coltrane

Saluting to lieutenant, I play the earth wind and fire

Minus the water, call me Captain Planet

Creator of the earth and the giver of rain

I strike thunder in yo lightning, nigga watch what you say

Pray to Allah

I can’t even begin this, setting D’s, I hope you’re taping this

Minus Mariah, fucking bitches snap turn at this age

Born in that dirty South, and the flies that we put in don’t believe that you

atheist

Uh ayo, wutchu call God on a rap?

Wu Tang laid in the shade like head tracks, toupe

Kool Aid, potter in the pound

Something wrong? Young tune hung like drugs, lunch

Peak on rewind sunshine, ganja

Mind in front of the yall probably

Legals in space bar, hot technology

Got 80 babies on that Viacom, stop me

Even rain goes to ride, come tsunamis

Blue beach, I get in the mist, karate

Chop beats meets the aki

Not needs, blocks like keys but we unlock these

Buy lean, how could you say that we not G?

Weight of the world on these shoulders, spot me

Parallel parking, no power steering

Clearing, air it and there in a bang in a spot

Dreaming like I’m Captain Kirk, wuddup Scott, ock?

Guess I’m hard but layin, killin birds got mocked, rock

With a cold heart, result to blancos

See bank roll s through peep holes

Peep in time, no pesos, pay roll turns me on

Like a born hop sluts, spatulation talk with nuts

Dick up in a rent pipe, ass right, cheech right

So what it is? Tryna live what like this

Minus bitch nigga that go like they made from a rig

(Hook)

My nigga gotta live, my nigga gotta live

My nigga gotta live, my nigga gotta live

You can’t talk slick to a can of oil

You can’t talk fly shit to a falcon

You lookin sad Mike, you’re so cool

I say you’re damn right, bitch buy my album

Throw a nigga on the blog and I rock thousands

Yea nigga on the job and I’m not countin

Zoomin up, I’m with the emblem with the black stallion

Got these bitches and I’m in the middle like Malcolm

Triple X rated, we from the west baby

Today I’m getting high, homie I’m frustrated

Cuz I want success, I guess I’m just anxious

It’s always on my mind, I feel like a fuckin rapist

I aspire to be iconic

And it’s ironic how I can’t get out a pocket like your wallet

In my city with no college and I fit it, feelin like I hit a Philly really high

Not really, but kinda like it though

Five Michael flow, peace to Weezy out of rykers

But I’m writin for them lifers that unlike me had a writer’s block

For lack of an Iverson cross so maybe guidance talkin to em

In that lightin which I’m walkin to, I kick that

You call it science lyin like I ain’t applyin

This shit like religion, listen niggas tuck on the pivot

I’m shootin and hittin every shot, and I ain’t even hotchis

Sizzling shit get fizzling bitch

I roller skate backwards, sick like cancer

Dirty rat bastard, bow to the master

Take take take it, if you want it I’ll give it

I’ll kill it for the sure man, come get with it

Pike up the bong, bang a gong, get it on

Lend a list lumps for the chumps get gone

Aggressive, so what may seem wrong

It’s major, hit the sky high wave pager

Lowlife poster, hash is my ashtray

Roll stiff, west coast shit, let’s toast it

Feelin ferocious, just my wife

The bug, to right, excites the low light

Guess who, that guy is in

Like eggs on grits bitch ask a friend

You smoking serves gangs with a 3rd brain

Race palms hard is the main thing

I break bread, ribs

100 $ bills, peel out buckets with the datings for the wheels

The block get hard, niggas bangin' like Shaquille

Them fishy ass niggas, we just shake em from the real

Slake em when we bill wipe

Thinkin with the mill, my niggas at the table

But you fake it and you squeal

Now shake it with the broad, it’s just Jason in the thrill

A southern Cal nigga but my fragrance from Brazil, steel

Catch me out in Austin with the Texas toast

Them thick white girls get ahead in vote

It was written we was leavin with the freshest quotes

Gotta live, we get it off the chest and go

Go go go

Let me go let me go let me go let me go let me go

But I open the door

Don’t put it on should an old nigga go nigga go

But I’m all for the coast

Hope that it both to the floor bout the time you reach to die

You look in her eyes frozen safe, we should dive now

What will it be? What would it be? Wake up

Bitch I feel what could it be?

My shoe size fuckin huge, now could it be him?

Better head back to the beehive

We died and get return now

Believe these creeps please feel quicker than you work how

We could leave no bird trail, no fingerprints, no perfume

You can’t compare to the debonair

That we better dug, dog cover that

Country got no challenges, I don’t even know bout child niggas

Now we smoke for all the whip up

Please excuse these amatures