Текст песни East Coast REMIX (Rick Ross) с переводом

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

This that East Coast motherfucker

Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker

Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

Y'all already know the god gotta talk

Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it

Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill 'em and I gotta hit 'em

Yes you know a nigga gotta beat 'em stupid

Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit

Every second bitch I gotta use it

Somewhat a nigga blew it and I cannot

Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it

And I make niggas jump in the back

Niggas up, she in the back of the truck

Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck

When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club

And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto

Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo

Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo

Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho

Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?

Somebody better call the cops yo

'Fore we run up inside of that nigga's lil' condo

Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (Cargo? CARGO!)

Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)

Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)

Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)

Let us wallow, niggas know we're in the house (trey fifth)

East Coast nigga!

10031 is where my zip is

Live in Har-ar-lem, up in the trenches

Run through a bodega like I ain't got riches

Run through a bodega like I ain't got (come on)

Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches

My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas

Y'all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas

Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss [*muah*]

Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)

I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg

"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg

Got a question to ask you: do you know Ferg?

Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?

New York, New York, 143rd

On Hungry Ham up on the corner

Fiends gangster lean, they never sober

From being in the streets to run a culture

I never been in the weave, I had hoes, bruh

Who's that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, bruh?

I'm finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, bruh

I'm the best in the game with the flow, bruh

In New York I Milly Rock to "Magnolia"

I love the East but shoutout to every coast, bruh

South to North and even West Coast, bruh

Blackin' like I'm fresh up out retirement, my flow still monumental

Mental, couldn't ride an instrumental but they ridin' dick

I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen

Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his

His posse too clean (aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)

His skin too clear (aye) his bitch gon' stare (aye)

So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine

I find these college chicks for top with Kylie's lips, oh my, oh my (run it)

Run it, run it like you want it (run it)

Run it, run it like you stole it (run it)

Running, running like I'm going (woo!)

Running, pitching like I'm bowling (woo!)

In my city, gangs run the inner city

Load a semi for the chiddy bang

Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties

Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

Lately I feel like a Beatle

I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino

Moscato or Pinot

I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat

I'm more Ali than Muhammad

My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds

I got some shooters in college

I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting and signing

Look, I still be moving in silence

I'm ballin' in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas (ballin!)

Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks

You need to think who gon' pay for your casket

Ignorant bastard

But I'm still conscious enough to give hope to the masses

Watch the coke do gymnastics

Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I'm mashin'

Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down

Your bitch busting it down, Rap game I'm fucking it now

I could be a jeweler, neck that's Slick the Ruler

You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

KRS-One, Big L flows, son of a gun with the Buffalo

Head on my wrist is a P1, made more money than E1 (1!)

One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)

Get the money, slide like a violin (violin)

You know my nigga Max almost home? (hanh)

You know who run the East Coast zone nigga?

In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary

And I wish that blood would dead me, I'ma get your brother buried

Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone

Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz's Angels

Never was a client, 'cause that boy ain't buying it

And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment

Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty

No, I never sold dope, I just got me a finder's fee

Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week

Suckers be so weak to me, text, but don't speak to me

You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry

Check into the crazy house, I'ma turn the labels out

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)

Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

This that East Coast motherfucker

But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg!)

10/20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth

Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that's doing dirt

Long Beach across my shirt, all y'all niggas gon' get merked

What the fuck is you talkin bout? Me and Ferg, we gon put in work

Bang on ya' gang culture, out of this world

It's all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?

Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot

Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop

Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay

This is anybody K, California all day

Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the van

Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!

Long Beach, popping pill on 'em

I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on

I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin'

I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone

See I'm from Long Beach

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)

See I'm from Long Beach

Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

See I'm from Long Beach

This that East Coast motherfucker

California motherfucker, see I'm from Long Beach

Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker

West Coast