Текст песни I'm Straight (T.I.) с переводом

Fury

Yeah, yeah, huh, aye! What the fuck I got to worry about now?

Nigga, you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came

from

You think I’mma come all this way to get scared? Hahah!

Nah, nigga, I’mma motherfuckin' win

Nigga, if all this shit go out the window right now, man

I’m all too familiar with this shit

My nigga, I’m straight, you dig? Please believe that shit, man Hey!

You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes

Just gimme a couple of O’s, drop me off at the sto'

And I’m straight, hey, shawty, I’m straight

Hey, you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers

Let me fill up my Impala, go and holla at my partners

And I’m straight, hey, shawty, I’m straight

I gotta couple of V’s wit' the kits, MPV’s on my wrist

A lot of glamour and glitz, but shawty I don’t need it

My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I’m a son of one

Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one

Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab, flipped another one

Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun

The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubblegum

Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I’m nuttin but a young

Buck, niggas say, «What?», then he see me raise up

Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts change a old nigga whole face up

Cause I spray the nigga’s whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up

They’ll try you once, 'til you pull a .40, then tell 'em shawty don’t play wit'

us

I’m fourteen in the dope game and don’t care 'bout catchin' no case, bruh

Don’t consider me, not statistically, another nigga it’s too late for

Hey, wait, bruh, bet any nigga came from that?

Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that

Hey, you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames

Just gimme some cocaine, and somewhere I can slang

And I’m straight, hey, shawty, I’m straight

Hey, you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown

Well-known in the town that I’m holdin' it down

So I’m straight, hey, shawty, I’m straight

Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it

Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction

I’m a livin' legend. no stuntin', no reppin'

You can check my track record, I’m highly respected

I’mma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne

Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my face

For, «pistol here, pistol there,» «violation here, violation there»

Betta ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there

I held it down, where-ever I go

When I’m in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the snow

I’m a pro, whether it’s movin' snow or movin' 'dro

That’s between me and you, I can get it for the low

But that’s nothing, everybody say they got a story

Mine on «Larry King,» theirs is on «Maury»

At the end of the day, it seems to won’t go away

I guarantee the heart of the streets is straight

You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes

Just gimme a couple of O’s, drop me off at the sto'

And I’m straight, hey, shawty, I’m straight

Hey, you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers

Let me fill up my Impala, go and holla at my partners

And I’m straight, hey, shawty, I’m straight

Snowman bitch (bitch), I ride two-seaters (vroom!!)

It’s a cold world, so I keep two heaters (geyeah!)

I’m straight, you betta ask somebody (body)

Matter fact nigga you can just ask me (me)

A little over aggressive, yeah I just might be

But half the niggas in the hood just like me (damn!)

You wonder why a nigga talk eight balls all day?

You should try standin' around wit' eight balls all day (YEEEAAAHHH!!)

Somebody pray for me, I don’t know nothin' else (AYE!)

Why should I help you, when you ain’t tryin' to help yourself

I came in this game, fresh out the streets (yeah)

Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats (YEAH!)

Fuck bein' broke, this a reality check (check)

While you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality (AHAH!)

Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta think before you talk

Damn right they gon' hate (geyeah!) but tell them niggas I’m straight (AHAH!)

Hey, you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the lames

Just gimme some cocaine, and somewhere I can slang

And I’m straight, hey, shawty, I’m straight

Hey, you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the crown

Well-known in the town that I’m holdin' it down

So I’m straight, hey, shawty, I’m straight

Say what it do? Young Pimp C know what I’m talking 'bout?

Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some «king» shit, know what I’m sayin'?

On the cool y’know. young nigga T.I. jumped out there

Said he was the king of the south

He ruffled a whole lotta niggas' feathers

But niggas didn’t really understand what the nigga was talking 'bout

Y’know. and uh. so everybody had it twisted but.

Me I understood from the get go

That what the nigga was tryin' to put

In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggas' faces!

Was the fact that it’s a whole bunch of kings down here

And as long as you takin' care of yo' business and doin' king shit you a king!

What these niggas shoulda been tryin' to do was tryin' to get close to the nigga

And get some understandin' about the type of game

He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggas' ear holes!

Understand what I’m sayin'?

So I’m layin' back I’m watchin' the game from the sideline

Know what I’m talking 'bout?

And I’m seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggas out here

Talking 'bout they this and they that, but they really ain’t doin' nothin!

Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain’t right

When I see them in the street, they diamonds fake! Know what I’m talking 'bout?

They shit ain’t cut right, ya shit ain’t right!

Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I’m talking 'bout?

And them niggas talking 'bout they «trill niggas»

Don’t even know what the motherfuckin' word mean!

Know what I’m talking 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill

Know what I’m talking 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggas

Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for some shit

Some other niggas paid dues for, know what I’m talking 'bout?

So this is what is. we bringin' Georgia and Texas together

All you ol' BITCH ASS NIGGAS that ain’t down wit' the play

Move on to the side, all you old school rappers like 'Pac say

You niggas flabby, lookin' like Larry Holmes

BACK YO' BITCH ASS UP! And, and, and, and move around for the South

Cause it’s our time to shine, know what I’m talking 'bout?

Now let’s do this shit!