Текст песни My Band (D12) с переводом

I don’t know, dude

I think everybody’s all jealous and shit

‘Cause I’m like the lead singer of the band, dude

And I think everybody’s got a fucking problem with me, dude

And they need to take it up with me after the show, because…

These chicks don’t even know the name of my band

But they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands

‘Cause once I blow, they know that I’ll be the man

All because I’m the lead singer of my band

So I get off stage, right, drop the mic

Walk up to these hot chicks and I’m all like

«Sup? Ladies, my name’s Slim Shady

I’m the lead singer in D12, baby»

They’re all like, «Oh my God, it’s him

Becky, oh my fucking God, it’s Eminem

I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock

Please Marshall, please, let me suck your cock»

And by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous

Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas

All the chicks start yelling, all the hot babes

Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage

So like every single night they pick a fight with me

But when we fight it’s kinda like sibling rivalry

‘Cause they’re back on stage the next night with me

Dude! I just think you’re trying to steal the light from me

Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me

‘Cause I told him Jessica Alba’s my wife-to-be

This rock star shit, it’s the life for me

And all the other guys just despise me, because these…

These chicks don’t even know the name of my band

But they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands

‘Cause once I blow, they know that I’ll be the man

All because I’m the lead singer of my band

My band, my band

My band, my band

My band, my band

My band, my band, my band!

Alright, okay, alright, give the mic, man

Okay dawg, gi—come on

Dude!

Give me this mic!

Ow, dude!

You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don’t you?

ADAT? How come we don’t rap on Pro Tools?

Smash these vocals and do a performance

But we in the van and he in a tour bus

You don’t want my autograph, you’s a liar

And no, I’m Swift (Oh, I thought you were Kuniva)

What the hell is wrong with our dressing room?!

‘Cause our shit is looking smaller than a decimal

See, I know how to rap, it’s simple, but

All I did was read a Russell Simmons book

So I’m more intact, tryin' to get on the map

Doing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back

Look at Em’s little punk ass thinking he the shit

Yeah, I know, man, by himself taking all the flicks

Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue

(No, I had an interview, not you two)

You gon' be late for soundcheck, man, I ain’t going to soundcheck

And our mics are screwed up and his always sound best!

You know what, man? I’ma say something

Ayo Em! (You got somethin' to say?!) Man, nothin'!

I thought you was about to tell him off, man, wassup?

Man, I’ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up!

You ain’t even back me up when we supposed to be crew

Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear

Aww, man, whatever I swear, man!

These chicks don’t even know the name of my band

But they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands

‘Cause once I blow, they know that I’ll be the man

All because I’m the lead singer of my band

They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not

Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks

I’m gon' let the world know that Proof is hot

I should cut his mic off when the music starts

(Ayo, it’s…) Ready to snap on a dumbass fan

Every time I hear (Hey, dude, I love your band!)

We ain’t a band, bitch, we don’t play instruments

So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent?

And these guys acting funny every area code

(Proof, carry my bag!) Bitch, carry your own!

Can’t make it to the stage, security in my way

Who the fuck are you? Where’s Obie and Dre?!

God damn it, I’m sick of this group

Time for me to go solo and make some loot

I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps

Till Kon Artis slipped me some crack

«Lose Yourself» video — I was in the back

«Superman» video — I was in the back

For the media I got some suggestions

Fuck Marshall! Ask us the questions!

Like «Who's D12? How we get started?»

(But what about Eminem?) Bitch, are you retarded?!

Anyway, I’m the popularest guy in the group

Big ass stomach, bitches think I’m cute (hey sexy!)

50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff

Did two and a half and couldn’t get up

Fuck D12! I’m outta this band

I’m 'bout to start a group with The Real Roxanne

Girl, why can’t you see you’re the only one for me?

And it just tears my ass apart

To know that you don’t know my name

(Man, fuck this!)

These chicks don’t even know the name of my band (Ha-ha!)

But they’re all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall!)

‘Cause once I blow, I know that I’ll be the man (Yeah)

All because I’m the (Ha-ha-ha!)

My band, my band (Your band, our band)

My band, my band (Your band)

My band, my band (Your band)

My band, my band, my band! (Roxanne Shanté, lesbian)

(Yeah, hey y’all, the hardest boy band in the world — D12!)

I’m the lead singer of my band

I get all the girls to take off their underpants

I’m the lead singer of my band

My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance

My salsa, look out for my next single, it’s called «My Salsa»

My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa

My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance

And take off their underpants

My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance

And take off their underpants, my salsa

Where’d everybody go?