Текст песни Inkredible Remix (Rick Ross) с переводом

Trae I see ya, Rozay

Know what it is

Maybach Music

My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix

Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring or nugget

Niggas like the ride, sip lean out the bucket

I lean to the side, white whip Michael Douglas

Hard times call for drastic measures

I call my dog, he bought a mac 11

40 rounds hollerin where the yola at?

Nigga dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap

Microphone, Michael corleone I know I’m wrong

The man up above love for me to sing them poems

So sing along, you know the song I sing

Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team

It’s Rozay, I need 100 bottles

Yellow bitches, all of em swallow

H town, nigga 305

I can move them packs, each and every night

Ughh, chyea

Triple black panamera phantom of the streets

Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats

All these stones on my my neck and wrist part of the streets

Used to … endangered now its part of my seats

I’m in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin

Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain’t an option

Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings

Competition is murder, haters i’m killin

Fuck a money machine, I dont count it I blow it

Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I throw it

I’m a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless

I’m the city of Houston, you can tell them its Texas

The king of the streets, somewhere deep with gorillas

Behind something thats tinted, bitch you see the gorillas

These other dudes yellin truth, they only imitation

And when I see them its fuck ‘em minus the penetration

Uhuh, yea, uh

We’re gettin situated, I know you bitches hate it

I’m in a new Aston, the one Swizz created

I can’t give you a dime, but I can get you faded

Before you become a member you get initiated

A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon

The hood still love me cuz I never left them

I distribute it, I get rid of it

Its all comin back, every bit of it

I’m territorial, its your memorial

But dont feel bad, I’m talkin to all of you

This is real shit, and thats nonsense

I got AKs, I got Thompsons

I got investors, I get sponsors

They scared of the crew, I’m wit monsters

It ain’t nothin for sure but we touchin the raw

And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door