Текст песни Mayhem Music (Cassidy) с переводом

Look, on my mama he a beast, he chilling

Heard he in the streets, he dealing, flip more, reek the villain

Bake chief, I be smoking in my tepee chilling

My little goon just caught a body, but at least he killing

For show the nine’ll spark bullets rip your spine apart

Ice got me drowning, niggas clowinin', watch us climb the charts

Oh yea, I grind with sharks. I was with 'em last night

Come to fiends, I’m the one they come to with the glass pipes

Stackin' on my stacks, just so I can get my cash right

While with the coca, runnin' miles on my mass pipe

But I don’t double them, I don’t got a Maybach

Soon as niggas spend I’m thinkin', what niggas could make back

Hit a poppy, I sent him 2, he send me 8 back

Gorilla, where my apes at, I’m Rocky nigga, A$AP

Niggas is joking, somebody told me makes back

Well, tell me where the cake at, the jewels and the safe at

The train, A clap, I’m riding with vets that don’t slit

Now you talking out the side of your neck, blaw

My whole team bucking, I come for the cream Cousin

We see you faking, I see you straight like I’m mean mugging

Yea, I’ll be busting in my sleep like I’m dream fucking

The smoke coming out the barrel like a steam oven

I’ll be whipping the pie hard, the stiff in the rod

That’s why my trips to the night, yea, I be shippin' the blocks

I’m mad happy, I’m filled with punches, I’m jab happy

Couldn’t cut it in school, but now I’m stab happy

And now I’ve got the bad bitches getting mad at me

Everything cost, gotta pay me just to grab at me

Got to the bank, and the teller throwin' bags at me

Car lot, got the car, dealer throwin' Jags at me

We on that new shit, Rainman in the booth shit

Work in the trunk (??), we too thick

I’m riding like bad tires, been working, I’m mad tired

Jag fired, got the Family Guy on, it’s Quagmire

Nigga I’m scorching, I’m past fire, lava land

I come from South Central, the home of a lot of Champs

I got a camp that I roam with, and you got us amped

My name been up in the streets, like I got a stamp

I’m too hot, with the blue rocks in my diamond bag

We buzzing like hornets, I’m balling out in my Cayman back

Yea, I’m getting the best haze from some Ese’s

Front my niggas work and they grinding' till all their debts paid

Believe me, it could get greasy like fresh waves

Run up on you, pull a gun up on you, long as my left leg

Y’all folk would get your jaw broke, or your chest cage

I use the Gillette blade, to cut you like a fresh fade

I’m always on my job, I never get no rest days

I’m sittin' on the yolk, like a fresh laid, Nestle

I just cop the watch with the guap that I’ve just made

The rock see through, like my watch got X-Ray

And I’m a sex slave for punto de cuenta

Kentai, I’m straight like 6 o’clock, but you’ve been gay

I don’t know how them other men play, I’ve gotta get guap

So I’ll be choping them blocks, like I’m a sensei

Comprender, my clientele order quarters

I could make that white bitch swim in some boiling water

And I’ve got your chick open like a C-section

Giving me neck, and she don’t have no gag reflex

You’ll be tricking 'em bitches, I’m having free sex

My homies like, we next, every night a freak fest

She a freak with some double D breasts

I’m fly as a Pterodactyl, she eat the meat like a T-Rex

Fuck the BS, I’m moving that Ryan Seacrest

Grinding, shining like a diamond, VVS

Yes, I’m on the strip to the packet bong

Lookin' for a nigga I could empty out the ratchet on

I clap the drone on the same strip that I’m trapping on

Big kids get led in the same head, they hat is on

I got a lot of diamonds, and a lot of platinum on

Cause I rap, and I made this track that I’m rapping on

These rap cats I be snackin' on, fuck it

I’m cold blooded, in the summer time I need a jacket on

Cats is drawn, I’d better get Lucy Liu

I’m wearing (??), a Gucci belt, and some Gucci shoes

I left this groupie with her coochie bruise

And a red ass, cause her head trash, but coochie cool

Kiss my back side, I just bought a coupe and made the

Back seat give the roof a piggy back ride

And the pink change colors like a kitty cat eye

That’s crack nigga, cause I’m the shit like cat litter

It’s a rap nigga

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They say money make the world spin

I’m at the Louis store, spendin' like a whirlwind

And picture AR cryin' 'bout a girlfriend

I’d rather get the pyrex and drop your end

I get straight to the pussy, no foreplay

I was sittin' in jail for a short stay

And let that nigga show up on court day

I’m a show him a moon in broad day

AK street sweep, no duff pan

Cut grams, play the corners like a cut man

I left school, used to hang in the hookie house

I dropped all N word and pulled the cookie house

Big money, gotta count for 3 days

White girl, I make you drop like D Wade

Perk Lee, Sour D, you’re the pea haze

I had your girl tell me I’ve got 3 legs

I be with goons that take lives

10 stacks to the ground when I shake dice

Bad bitch in the car, that’s straight dike

Fat ass with jaw like a great white

Night horror, move it all on the late night

20 large in my drawer but I could take flight

I’m in LA, I’m a Road Runner

So fuck lap, I’m getting burned for the lil numbers

I’m a rich taker, I get big paper

I’ve got a Mag 32 for my brick playaz

Or EA’s just a set and I’m the dictator

20 grand is a bet and that’s shit paper

I took a brown paper bag to the car lot

Drove off, red Jag and his hard top

I carry big guns thata make a car stop

Give my young’un 9 soft and get a mall shot

I used to walk around with holes in my sneaks

Now my block move night hoes in my sleep

Rolled from the streets and live in the line of fire

Pull up, bang on 'em, Stoudemire

I got nigga thata bring it to your mom homes

Hidin' in the bush, 30 shot, 9 off

So what your life like? I showed you what mine about

Sellin' weed, rock bricks, I took 9 out

I get guap, I was raised on a drug block

I’m a goon, I keep a mass in the glove box

We was poor, we didn’t get to eat our grub hot

Now I’m at the car lot with a drugnot