Текст песни Federal (E-40) с переводом

Don’t cha' know…

Yeah, it’s another one of those potently, dope, laid back

Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme

Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don’t cha' know

Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don’t cha' know

Yeah, it’s another one of those potently, dope, laid back

Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme

Fuckin' em' like that there beats

Fuckin' em' like fat beats, I’m just a hustler

I’m goin' federal, justice ain’t no damn miracle

Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible

So before you enter the to stepping

You best read up on my history

I’m known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T

Killin' motherfuckers off crucial

Sittin' em' down mutual

Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit

Tryin' to maintain a strong grip

V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown

Since 1979 I been a hustler on the go

Pop-pos wanna harass

Me and Mac-D-Shot needed cash

Rocks wasn’t groovin' at the time

So the boys kinda money was cuttin' grass

Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller

Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K

And I was the shot caller, I’m goin' federal

I’m just a hustler, I’m just a hustler don’t cha' know

I’m just a hustler, I’m just a hustler don’t cha' know

Why don’t cha' get up on this mic

And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya

I’m on the last nickels, they only made like four of

Front-row seats at the fights

Takin' long, expensive flights

I love playin' hully-gully

Cause I ain’t nothin' nice on them dice

So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice

Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig

96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid

Livin' kind of comfortable

40 comin through with the real number

From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble

Full tank of petro, up the metro, I’m like federal

Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedastal

Nibblin' on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible

Tellin' you man these heifers now days is incredible

Dishin' them one time scouts

Through dark alleys, takin' other routes

Hoppin' over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets

Mobbin' and squadin' hoggin' and guardin' bitches, check it out

Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches

Yeah man, you can call me federal

Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin' around here

In these bootsy ass cars and what not man

Takin' these penitentiary chances

And they ain’t even got they grin on

Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant

I got boys from my team with the utmost respect for me

For-real lunatics man willin' to kill for me

Way too much love in my organization, I can’t afford to take no loss

MC’s be seelin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss

It’s all part of the rap game and that’s the way it should be goin'

E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin'

Might as well go on and admit it, it’s who you know

Not how damn good you are

Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I’m the superstar

E-40 why don’t you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it

Man I just be spittin' this ol' shit just to keep these suckers timid

Well what about them ones that don’t be recognizin' ya game?

Dude, they must be stuck on something either that or they’re hecka lame

Funny style type of rap, naw that ain’t my forte`

I’m sellin' a bunch of units underground without any airplay

Folks be wantin' to hear this type of shit when they roll

Man I’ll never sell my soul

Motherfuckers you didn’t know, I’m federal

Uh, E, you still fuckin' em up like

It’s been like three years in this motherfucker

Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod

Let these motherfuckers know what’s goin' down in the rap game

You know what I’m sayin' (Yeah)

I’m a money-hungry motherfucker, you know what I’m sayin'

All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit

You know like that, that’s right

But you know it’s still some folks out there

That try to put bad names out there for you and what not

What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of niggas

Oh, you know what I’m sayin' I got some good shit for them

You know what I’m sayin

I’ll just get to spittin that ol' shit for they ass

Then I’ll just come through with some mo' shit like this here

Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out

You can’t stop me man

I’m takin' money to the bank

Didn’t have to pull no licks

Cause I’m makin' hits

You can’t stop me man

I’m takin' money to the bank

Didn’t have to pull no licks

Cause I’m makin' hits, ha

40 Water goin' federal

Young Mugzi, he’s goin' federal

Suga-T, she’s goin' federal

Mac D-Shot, he’s goin' federal

Little Booch, he’s goin' federal

Levitti, he’s goin' federal

The Head Point, he’s goin' federal

Studio Ton, he’s goin' federal

Can’t forget Legit, (my sohab) he’s goin' federal

The whole damn Click, is goin' federal

Celly Cel, he’s goin' federal

Cavio, he’s goin' federal

Def Daddy, he’s goin' federal (Tap Dat Ass)

Rap Dogg, he’s goin' federal

Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that’s me

California livin', can’t fuck with me

Yeah motherfucker, that’s what’s really goin' on