Текст песни Middle Man / Mr. Mister (B.O.B.) с переводом

Nice than a motherfucker

Than a motherfucker

These days, niggas be polite than a motherfucker

Nice than a motherfucker

Smile in your face, I’m nice than a motherfucker

Soon as they thought I fell off, niggas' true colors shine bright than a

motherfucker

Bright than a motherfucker

They hate me 'til they meet me, then they hype than a motherfucker

Hype than a motherfucker

That’s cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah

That’s cool, we was never cool anyway

Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger

Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway

Eeh, eeh, fuck what you sayin' to me

You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays

Backstab on your resumé

Yee, yee, Kevin you ain’t even got your rent paid

I read the text, what the shit say?

I guess I got a short attention span

I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man

Huh, oh, you hating? Don’t be mad, don’t be salty, don’t be bitter, man

I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man

Don’t I deliver man -liver man

Nice than a motherfucker

Than a motherfucker

These days, niggas be polite than a motherfucker

Nice than a motherfucker

Smile in your face, I’m nice than a motherfucker

Soon as they thought I fell off, niggas' true colors shine bright than a

motherfucker

Bright than a motherfucker

They hate me 'til they meet me, then they hype than a motherfucker

Hype than a motherfucker

That’s cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah

That’s cool, we was never cool anyway

Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger

Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway

Huh, look, DJ’s say they support, but they still phoney

They don’t play my shit 'less I got Tip on it

They don’t play your shit 'less it’s a diss on it

Down to die for this shit, bet I live for it

For this moment

Had to vent so I hit up the big homie

Niggas don’t even buy albums

But niggas still do anything for a deal, homie

Act like this shit don’t apply to you, huh

Been in the game, look at how they do, huh

Why do yes mans start off ever sentence

With, «Dog, I wouldn’t lie to you»?

Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables

I done accomplished, start what I set out to do

Any obstacle is not insurmountable

Bankroll uncountable, down at the Fontainebleau

Bitches drinkin' Rosé like it’s Mountain Dew

Guess what she down to do, roll up a pound or two

Bruh, she already jiggin', ain’t no turnin' back

I can no longer be held accountable

Why you make all that nigga music?

All you play is that nigga music

Call it what you want

But it ain’t an anthem 'til the strippers moving

(But it ain’t an anthem 'til the strippers moving)

I guess I got a short attention span

I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man

Huh, oh, you hating? Don’t be mad, don’t be salty, don’t be bitter, man

I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man

Don’t I deliver man -liver man

Part 2: Mr. Mister

I just put in work, she call me Mister

Yeah, hey Mister

Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen

Mr. Clean, what’s the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy

Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool, damn that Ice Cube

Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Come-And-Get-Your-Food

Mr. Bruce Leeroy with the Kung Fu

Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School, finna bust a move

Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules

Mr. Told-You-I'd-Be-There-At-12-And-Ain't-Get-There-'Til-2

Mr. Thought-I-Was-Gon'-Take-Her-Home-But-Left-Her-In-The-Room

Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-Now-Bitch-Get-In-The-Pool

Mr. Already-Made-It, you can’t come around

Mr. Quiet, shh, bitch, don’t make a sound, yeah

I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)

Get it by the gram, call it Insta

I’m so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture

Look, I’m straight up, she a margarita mixer

Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain’t never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands

Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song

Hit the bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone

Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone

Heat it on, Mr., Mr. Got-It-Going-On

Mastodon, black Power Ranger, I do not belong

Mr. Outside-Of-The-Norm, hieroglyphic uniform

Mr. Count-The-Rope, Mr. Fried-Rice-With-The-Prawns

Mr. I-Mastered-The-Style, I’m just working on my form

Mr. Solo Dolo, no, this ain’t no ride along

Mr. Me-And-Basic-People-Somehow-Just-Don't-Get-Along

I just brought a couple negros with me, please don’t be alarmed

Mr. I-Guess-I-Overslept-And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm

Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up, I’m just waking up

In the clutch, come through with the clutch, try me, you can touch

Never blink, never lose no sleep, niggas huff and puff

Claim they running up, who the fuck? And we see such and such

I’m Ryu, I done paid my dues, I do this shit daily

Mr., Mr. Lituation, Mr. Fuck-You-Pay-Me

Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now, now I’m out in Vegas

Mr. If-You-Ain't-With-The-Movement-Ain't-No-Conversation, preacher

I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)

Get it by the gram, call it Insta

I’m so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture

Look, I’m straight up, she a margarita mixer

Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain’t never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mister, Bobby BandsI