Текст песни Let Me Hear Something (Cassidy) с переводом

I don’t think nobody better than me in this whole world

I’m so thorough, I’m the hottest in this cold world

Oh shit I’m so sick I gotta go earl

And I be on some ho shit ask my old girl

If this was your world it wouldn’t be no girls

Cause you only like men aight then go girl

You triflin pussy like and hermaphrodite

I’m straight like 6'oclock you not so pass the mic

It’s a recession I copped my watch for half the price

But the ice still see-through like a glass of sprite

I’m a hustla, I had da white, but I had to quit, cause for bricks

They will lock you up for half your life, I’m the truth you ain’t

Half as nice, I mean the source magazine gon prolly give you half a mic

When you die they might try bring you back to life

But if they not successful I’ll catch you in the afterlife

Right, we all gotta die someday, one day we all gon be dead

Yeah one way or another all you motherfuckers gon pass away

That’s why I live everday like it’s my last day

I’m on the grind trynna get money the fast way

I’m on my job all the time I never had a half day

AR get cash cause he bag Yay, they move bags like the strash lay down halfway

I used to run with rock the dame dash way, but had to stop cause im on point

Like Steve Nash play, I’m a gorilla and I’m hotter than the sun, I’m a killer

My gun be shooting like Steve Nash J, run in your crib like Big,

the scheme ass way

That big ass cape push your wig back halfway, I throw bullets like I’m pass play

And yoo, you could be wide receiver, you gotta buy a heater

I keep the pipe like Mario (Mamma mia)

And everytime I’m in the booth I got some kind of fever

I’m a thoroughbred you just red the don Diva

Mamasita give me brain like a mind reader

I’m ether, so me battlin yall, is like a nigga with no arm seein a palm reader

You can’t see me like Stevie you ain’t blind either

You got good vision, but you still couldn’t listen

Keep your hood, that’s a hood tradition, but if you rich lookin in the hood

You ain’t in a good position, cause niggas in the hood twisted

You leave something unattended in the hood, it’s as good as missin

You could be the best muslim or the goodest christian

But you still gon sin it’s never gon end

Life’s short that’s the reason why I’m goin in, Imma do me

Motheruckers can keep doin 'em

I’m born to win, you were born loser pussy

I pull it, have them fuckin bullets goin through ya

That’s how I’m goin through I show you how the Heckler feel

I’m real healthy but I’m extra ill

And when I got my first record deal I was payin them

I was on the block movin that rock like cavemen

And I was still spendin days in and days in

Still gettin cased in cooked that causcasian

I be lookin amazin, And that chocolate chip truck been told 'em raise in

I was raised in the hood where niggas is caged in

Been through a lot that hot since finger ways was in

And I been a crook I put decades in, got a stash on my truck i cook the

esacades in

Let me tell you what they trynna do

Look they invented the swine flu so we don’t let the ese’s in

My homie Manolo keep the best haze in, that purple get me high as shit

That’s why I buy that shit, He always give me a couple of buds extra

I get high so I don’t get high blood pressure, They right, pressure do bust

pipes

But I love pressure and I’m applyin it I’m a scientist, mother-f'er

I’m bout my business in kitchen I’m a chemist, but the knife an actuality I be

doin

Biology

FATALITY it’s over finish him, You a male but you a bitch like lil kim and 'em

Yall grown men but yall softer than all my women friends, I stop spittin crack

But relapse like I was eminem, who your favorite rapper, why you trynna mimic

him?

You a copycat, holmes, you a clone a synonym, look up that other aritist name

in a thesaurus

And your stupid name will be right next to it you garbage

Who the hardest, the next rapper that try to battle me, assault and battery

Automaticly

You so sweet I prolly get another cavity, but fuck it, I got dentist money

That’s why you mad at me, I’m on my grind from saturday to saturday

My block jump like charge and a dead car battery, I’m the hustla I gotta grind

I’m CA double dollar sign, I’m the best bottom line

You must be out your mind, if you think you fuckin with me

You’s a fuckin sissy, you can’t even fuck with missy

Yo I gets the fuck busy, if somebody fuckin with me WHO THE FUCK IS HE?

Don’t get me mad man, I’m a bad man, my bad man, how many battles you had man?

I got fam like Ar-Ab and Jag, man, that’ll crush you, cause you not fuckin

With CASS man

They not gay but the are gettin your ass, cause you garbage, trash man

I’m the trashman, I got shit on smash man like I’m overweight

Keep the pokerface and keep the toasters on both my ways

Wait, man ain’t none of yall joke or save, I cut your throat and have the smile

on

Like the joker face, It’ll get ugly like a smoker face, my pockets fat like

oprah face

You know how to ball play, I come around your way, hand on my cannon man I’m

standin

In your door way, I know your address your whore told me where yall stay

I went to pick her up and got dicksucks all day, what more can a boy say

Your know how them whores play, but don’t go smack your whore, that’s a whore

forte

Or your 4−4 spray, hip hip hooray, you saw get your head blown off like four

play

Ay don’t listen to what your boys say, your boys can’t stop them shots when

comin your way

Look I cook cats like China gourmet, you done for it you don’t even live one

more day

Ay young boy I don’t play the games that yall play, they rather listen to me

than that

Shit yall say, cause yall gay, yo when CASS spit every bar like a eight bar,

eight bars

Like a half brick, don’t get your ass kicked

Matter fact man, if you show your face like rat van, it’s s wrap man

Clap man! the president is a black man, but the way they out here Robbin we

need a batman

I can rap and I’m real, Real rap man, life like a dice game don’t get your head

Cracked man

I wheigh 165 if that man, I’m light but if life see my pipe it’d say I’m fat man

I call this bitch Ms. Pac Man, cause she will swallow my balls then go and kiss

that man

You just rap, you don’t trap man, if I let you have four and half,

what you will bring back man?

You never had that boy, you a pac man, matter fact pack boy! you grind in a

pack man

You would get a pack boy then grindin for that man, I’m a trap boy move wheight

like the fat boys

My watch clap boys, the diamonds of that been shinin, it’d give a tan to a

black man

But I ain’t never get jacked man, and I don’t care I was wearin my jewerly in

iraq man

I can scrap man bang you with the gat man, and cut you like I was playin spades

with a black hand

No red card joke, when I did B.A.R.S I was in recovery you still see the head

scars

Thank god I ain’t die I hit my head hard, but ay when I was a kid my mom did say

Boy your head hard, the problems I always had was followin rules,

I’m a dude that always bad

I went to school and cut class no hallway pass, I always had a bitch,

I was gettin all the ass

They be like :" Do you listen to other artists CASS?" Man I got me beatin an

other artists ass

Man I got me beatin up your retarded ass, then get your wife to kiss the pipe

for an autograph, CASH!