Текст песни Happy Timbuck2 Day (Lupe Fiasco) с переводом

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood, California

Palm trees, Hollywood lights, enjoy the show

Before we take it down

I need everybody in the building tonight right now

From front to back, left to right, to put both hands in the sky

Right now before we get to the next song

We got any hip-hop fans out there?

Where y’all at? Make some noise

Y’all ready for Lupe Fiasco?

Let me hear you make some fuckin' noise

Say insane, insane in the brain

In the brain, I bring the pain

Yeah, I came, that’s why I came

In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?

Write my story on the wall, on the wall

On the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames

Got a day in the city, ooohh

Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

Say insane, insane in the brain

In the brain, I bring the pain

Yeah, I came, that’s why I came

In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?

See when loves comes from the center, I’m Mutombo to my members

I heard you heard that I was fly so I’m Dumbo to my listeners

Gimmie them inches I make miles out them bitches, brew

Listen, you couldn’t do a mountain trial while on my intertubes

Tour de Force, tied so I am not the daddy

Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain’t had no caddy

Gladly, didn’t always have that cake but I always had a patty

Or at least a home girl like Aesha from Cincinnati

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can’t be happy?

Sadly that it ain’t no joke on that block, like Laffy Taffy

Tried to trap me, dug out like a nappy snappy, even Lassie

Attacked me, tag me for grapplin' so I can get back to wrasslin'

For the love because the foundation is my heart, that’s my start

Play my part, make communications with my art

Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico from my vatos

Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)

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Gimme the mic (why?) Cause they ain’t kickin' it right

Yeah, uhh

Doin' them capers for the paper like I’m Superman

Past, wanna put it all behind me like a movin' van

Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, Hula dance

Not like Yokozuna in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam

Or at least I’m tryin', in the hopes that I see some diamonds

On a boat and a piece of mind and on a coast with a decent climate

Where dopes wanna seek refinement

And the pros wanna keep it client

And the cults wanna see my rhymin'

For the dose of the secret science (yeah)

Wade through the maze on the way

To the stage at the pace of «Amazing Grace» (okay)

And a raisin raised in the rays of the Sun

Wouldn’t fade in the shade of the day (okay)

Will you lay in a cage with a snake

Gettin' flailed on the back and it nailed to the palm?

Not the nails from salons but the nails that attack

And a rusty razor blade to the face

To clear your sins? Nah

They don’t want that fate, no

They won’t take that place, yeah

Gotta get mine from the love from below and above in the mud

And the mind of a kind that recline, and relaxed

But design all the time like floods

If you see me from the high road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)

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Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)

Gimme the mic (why?) Cause they ain’t kickin' it right

Say insane, insane in the brain

In the brain, I bring the pain

Yeah, I came, that’s why I came

In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?

Write my story on the wall, on the wall

On the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames

Got a day in the city, ooohh

Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got that Lupe

And I’m smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid

You can scroll down just like Jubei

My whole timeline got that sousei

Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my duvet

That’s ying-yang, that’s Baby Boy and Ving Rhames

That’s the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang

(Mind blown) Now this might drive you insane

Keep blacks all around that waste, but don’t wanna make us senseis

That’s senseless, send slaves, man’s like, «I don’t wanna work, send slaves

On ships, on waves, in waves», okay

Colder than a goalay, golder than my Rolay

Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Evander Holay

That’s cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic camera

Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle cocaine

Now they don’t want that beef, let that child talk like a king

Let that cow walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)

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Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)

Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)

Gimme the mic (whatchu want?) Gimme the mic (whatchu want?)

Gimme the mic (why?) Cause they ain’t kickin' it right

Say insane, insane in the brain

In the brain, I bring the pain

Yeah, I came, that’s why I came

In the game to do my thang, so whatchu think?

Write my story on the wall, on the wall

On the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames

Got a day in the city, ooohh

Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

We got any hip-hop fans out there?

Where y’all at? Make some noise

Got a day in the city, ooohh

Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

Timbuck2, basically just a kid from Chicago that loves DJ’ing