Текст песни Mixed Up (Ice T) с переводом

Oh! Yeah, nineteen ninety three

Ice motherfucking T in the place, you know what I’m saying?

Cold lounging with my nigga SLJ from Wrecked Dialect

You know what I mean? (YEAH!!) melt microphone screams

Have to turn this motherfucker out, you know what I’m saying?

Yep, digging a profile

Yeah, check the technique whore, ha ha, I’ma do this

Brave Guts!

One, two, three, it’s time to flip with the O.G. gangster

Banger, underground slanger of the murderous rhymes your moms hates

HUH! mother fuck the K.K.K. and Darrel Gates

Give me the microphone now, goddamn it, so I can blow it

Throw it, rip it, wreck it, pimp it, whore it (YEAH!!)

I’m about to take the fuck up, with this bullshit

Full clips spray from the hands of this convict

I’m not no nice nigga, I’m known not to smile at no bitch

How to think; whores be thinking about getting rich!

I love these whores like money

Back on the streets, on a track the Iceberg Cheque plenty (WORD!!)

I got a bullet with your name on it, you want it?

Knock your grill, I’ll fill it with golden ponant

Oh! my God, these niggaz hard, call the Bomb Squad

Too late, I detonate, I beliderate three states, GONE! (BOOM!!)

I play Russian Roulette all alone

You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!

You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a FUCK!

How many emcees do I have to rot? (ROT!!)

How many suckers do I have to drop? (DROP!!)

How many tampers do I have to plot? (PLOT!!)

Count them, how many rounds are in the glock? (GLOCK!!)

Niggaz wanna test me, stress me

Well, they can’t handle this shit that kick, and that’s it

Cause they can’t catch the feat, that comes with the cleat

Or an A.K. that I shot last week

Cause niggaz on the Ave, don’t really know the half

of my shit, so watch if, you might get stabbed

By the Rap plaque, who was trying to get paid

In this tray, and any nigga stepped gets sprayed

UHH! by the verbal-lyrical, mystical, spirit-ual

Sucker play me wrong, now watch me get physical

I can’t give a fuck about the punk ass cops

I got a glock with the infrared dot on it’s knot (POP!!)

Don’t get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!

Don’t get him mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!

Don’t get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!!

Ice, get on the mic and buck buck!

I fall in hate the way motherfuckers fall in love

I blew it in the sky as up above

But I’m in the gang no more, slang 'kane no more

Step to me wrong and your jaw meets a cobra (HUH!!)

I don’t give a fuck about nobody

Listen, if you like me, I love you, you hate me

I’m dissing them; suckers, bitches, busters, whores

Can catch a bozack chased by a head crack

I love the duckings throughout these ghetto alleys by myself

Dressed in black so I’m stealth

Keep by glock beside me, Ski-Mask to hide me

And if I’m out to kill then now the assaults get by me (YEAH!!)

Niggaz wanna flip but I’m the wrong male

With the wrong hands, I thought you’re in fact, the young shorts foreman

Let’s go back to the old shit, old style

Ice motherfucking T on the mic buckwild (YEAH!!)

Don’t get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!

You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!

You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!

SLJ, get on the mic and destruct! (YEAH!!)

Now watch me, grip up, zip up, split off suckers' heads

Who thought that I was soft (HUH!!) cause it’s ninety three

It’s time for me, to get a fat Cheque, ain’t that right boss? (YEP!!)

Cause this game is strange, it’s just may change back to chains

Caressing ankles back to brains

Cause it’s backdoor, once again to the end

At this time, you might know whose your friends

So watch your back, and the sounds of the clack

Like other fool just succumbs to, who carries a gat (PING!!)

Who’s scheming, fiending, remember he’s a demon

Looking for the brothers who be straight disagreeing

Cause if he haven’t heard, who tried to dis the Iceberg

Last year, this year, we still no fear

Because we drop Ammo, that niggaz couldn’t handle

And after this blunt we still beget another scandal (YEAH!!)

Check the hood, check the hood for some real Gs

So many suckers, I need some niggaz to roll with me

To kick up some dust, drive-by and bust

I love God but it’s in GLOCK! I fucking trust

I got a fucking Souleaf in my damn brain

And the shit is dripping out, I’m damn near insane

I don’t wanted to, but I gotta, and I shot her, then I chopped her

Then I packed her, then I stuffed her, then I rocked her (YEAH!!)

The bitch is so fucking good anyway

Snitched on my boys to the motherfucking D-E-A

What’s up? — You wanna try to focus your sights on the Mic

This nigga can flip scripts all night

Yeah, I wreck shit nice, the microphone smokes like Tri-ice

Bang nigga, bang nigga, I’m a known gang figure

Killed so many bodies, need to make my trunk bigger (HUH!)

Dig a shallow grave on the side of the freeway

Yo, I don’t play and I’m ready to die today

Don’t get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!

Don’t get us mixed up with the niggaz that give a fuck!

Don’t get us mixed up with some niggaz that give a fuck!

Don’t get us mixed up with some niggaz that give a fuck!

YEAAAAAHHHH! — Motherfucker!

The Syndicate’s in the motherfucking house!

Word them up!