Текст песни Hide the Pain (Clika One) с переводом

I smoke the weed trying to hide the pain

Spendin all my time, smoke my life away

You can feel it inside, take a look in my eyes

Can you feel the pain

Mary Mary, take my pain away

With struggle in time, spittin all over my face

Take a look in my eyes, don’t you dear look away

Mary Jane maintains, tryin to heel my pain

Kickin in the door with the double dawg pumped

Shot gun trucha comin in people screamin

And pushin and shovin I’m buggin I’m thugin and muggin

Showin no love to you and my cousin now what

Bringin heat like an oven they call me no good for nothin

I’m always huffin and puffin about to get into some thin

And if you startin I’m jumpin in the Clika I’m bumpin it

New Mexico Lobo I ain’t the fool to be fuckin wit

Ignitin like dynamite my beat is automicly

An automatic ak-47 ain’t no stoppin me

Got the chronic got a problem G

I’m Romero like rufetho I’ma always be on top of things

I put the chronic in the bowl take a mothafuckin pull

Like a mothafuckin fool like a mystery know who

I’m a lobo I’m a rebel I’m an angel I’m a devil

I’ma norte I’ma sur on the eastside of the west

If you wish me all the best, I’ma keep you in the chest

See you see me all depressed, see you see me smokin stress

See you see a lobo blessed I was never nothin more I was never nothin less

Put my life on the beat comin live from the streets I’ma fill me up a drink

Take a toast to the very up most gettin weeded til I’m comatoast

Mary Mary all I needed I’m a get you blown home grown

All my road dawgs know that I give it all I got

Always blowin out the spot, 4:20 on the dot

Time to fire up a crop, everybody puffin on it when I’m blazin up the chronic

non stop

So I’ma hit on the drop, hold it in, let it out, I’m so mothafuckin high

That I’m bleedin from the mouth, wrap my tongue up on the mic

I’ma smoke away my life tryin to hide from the pain

Smokin some weed on the daily waiting for the death says

Since the 80's, I lived in a crib full of babies

Left in the dark was a spark in the park

Walkin with a strap, with no where to go, Mary

Mary Jane, helped me to ease the pain

And maintain the gank to stay game

Started hustlin the dope to change and make thangs

Stop fuckin with the hoes, get up and get paid, homie

Get made, I got me a weapon to spray, I was lost for a day

Walkin the street with a heat and some hay

And ended up locked in a cage, like a slave

Caught in a daze, funny as fuck you could say

I got out and got blazed, took a turn lookin up how to change

Was tellin a Bad Boy not to play

But Mary Jane along with the nuts to get brave

And the hopes to get saved

Got me a name and a gang I would kill for

Takin my bull shit to the grave

Nothin but 7 0 2 blues, troops in a 82 Coup Duece

Gotta move, my attitude’s screwed

Gotta get me some weed to get me through

Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and shit

It ain’t nothin new, livin and waitin til death do us part

For my dreams to come true

Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and shit

It ain’t nothin new, livin and waitin til death do us part

For my dreams to come true

From Tropicana to Bonanza

I’m attackin mothafuckas like certain form of deadly cancer

With a handgun throwin tamtrums

When I go more then a day without talkin to samson

Like Halfbaked, I’m smokin at a fast pace

On a mothafuckin blunt of that California Skunk

In an instance so you know I’ma get stuck

And you’re gonna get struct cause I’m drunk and don’t give a fuck

Roll another I’m already done with the first

You dodn’t really feel the pain you just pretend that it hurts

You haven’t the slightest idea on how the planet works

There’s way more to life then what you can read in a book

Chasin skirts and buyin new shirts and puttin D’s on your shit

I come equipt with a full 380 calibur clip

You ain’t gotta be a doctor to see that I’m sick

A bitch ain’t gotta know I’m rappin to get on the dick

But it sure as fuck helps

Especially when I’m locked up in the county with no money for bail

I’m Don Well, I rock well, my eternal restin place is hell

I don’t care to play fair

Fuck the world and everybody on it

I’m so god damn bored with life that I’m yawnin

I don’t even see the sun dawnin

Infact I’m pissed off when I wake up

Because I lived to see the mornin

Fuck it hits longer then a cigerette

I live my life by the second with no regret

Like Rodney I swear I get no respect

From this dumb mothafuckas before they get checked

On their chins, now they chasin death

Fuck runnin from it I feel haunted by the general public

They love critizin people like me who stay blunted

Chain smoke and drink liquor all night livin toxic

Ese Brown steppin in with the Click and we already in the game

Loco to the brain comin with the gang bang

Voco it’s the mothafuckin local boys

Makin noise with your homie boys, Clika 1 up in their low toys

And we’re makin more noise like hood niggas in a rolls royace

Only becomin a street voice, spit the rhyme wit the gangsta poise

And my closest homeboys are criminal minded wit no choice

Take a tok and get the fuck out, spillin your guts out

No heart no doubt, I’m in the Caddy gettin smoke out

With the loks on, and I’m probably coked out

Should I bring out with the gun shot shit

Why not, never listen to words in my verses

I was cursed to be the worst from the first day

The vato bursted from the bullets I gave him in the first place

Never disrespect the name, Clika 1 to the brain

Same things with the Mary Jane to maintain

Fuck the shame I’m gonna swallow the pain

To the brain with the 40 bottle exchange

Bullets are hollow we ain’t promised tomorrow

So why bother, crooked paths are hard to follow

When street life is hard to swallow

Light that shit up