Текст песни New School (Tizzy Gang) с переводом

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New school? Don’t care 'bout new school

Strap a new firearm on a new school

You better ring the alarm for a new school

You better read out a Psalm for a new school

Old school? See manaman are old school

See, I run up on a set like an old school

Six foot deep, man ah dig up my old tool

You can mess around with this likkle nigga

Manaman ah piss on an old fool

Manaman ah diss up your whole crew

So what if you done shows in '02?

Me and my shooters shut down shows too

See a couple real MCs on the MOBOs

Gunfingers when them man ah go through

See a couple pussy MCs on the MOBOs

Dem man are females, my man are hoe-proof

I said, oi, yo

Alright, cool

Man wanna take Jack’Son for a fool

'Cause I went jailhouse for a tool, it don’t make me a gangster

None of that shit ain’t cool, but

You ain’t a gangster, don’t know what you man ah do

Any sideman in a sideman crew

Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit

You man lie too much on the tune, like

Like your fans are a myth and your fans are pricks

Who wants to be like you?

You got no wave, looking like Sideshow Dave

Who wants to be like you?

My face is bait and the boydem know my name

But I don’t wanna be like you

Don’t play them games, I swear down, blud

I’ll point the beam on you like

I-I don’t wanna talk 'bout guns

I don’t wanna tell soundboys suck your mum

'Cause when I meet your mum, I might beat your mum

Then I might speech your mum

I don’t wanna talk 'bout sticks

I don’t wanna talk 'bout German whips

I don’t wanna talk 'bout garments, kicks

I’m a lying bastard, I’ma talk 'bout all that shit

New school? Don’t care 'bout new school

Strap a new firearm on a new school

You better ring the alarm for a new school

You better read out a Psalm for a new school

Old school? See manaman are old school

See, I run up on a set like an old school

Six foot deep, man ah dig up my old tool

Barrel in the bush, done already told them the ting parked there

Go grab the spade and get up, then walk there

Don’t know why man ah draw out me

You’re an old man, I’m an old school G

Not new wave, bring new styley

Cats dem holler me for the Minogue

My Gs dab but dem man Vogue

I was sitting in a cab with my balls

But it ain’t sperm, just made a gyal cum loads

Little something for your nose

If they’re in my phonebook, they already know

Dem are my yout, run your mout up, then I might shoot

I was like you but never washed up like you

Turn the block to Beirut, man ah blaze you

Down to the roach, not take two

Left a boy six foot deep, that’s great view

I grabbed her back and pushed down her face too, whoa

Steeze, Tizzy Gang participate in greaze

Don’t think they control all the Ps

Pause a gyal, come and wine on me

Nakedly

'Cause I’m a dog, I’m a bastard

Pops weren’t there, turned me to the hardest

Your dad just gets drunk, then talks shit

New wave guys? Nah, easy target

And I can’t forget these so-called olders

Drop two rock on your block like boulders

Heavy metal ting when I come through holding

Ring off the ting like Chronik

Swing my sword like Conan

Not that Konan, barbarian Conan

You ain’t sick, that’s my G that you’re quoting

Hold corn with them if you know them

It’s in my zoot, pagans, I was smoking

New school? Don’t care 'bout new school

Strap a new firearm on a new school

You better ring the alarm for a new school

You better read out a Psalm for a new school

Old school? See manaman are old school

See, I run up on a set like an old school

Six foot deep, man ah dig up my old tool

You wouldn’t last a day in my school, in the school of hard knocks

I know if you see me that you won’t bark off, your tool ain’t parked off

You ain’t hard, don, came from the road where if you ain’t last, don

A meal on the field ain’t passed on

We know that you won’t last long

I like girls, I like brass thongs

I like guns and I might blast dongs

I set levels that you set task on

But they look at me like my name’s Damon

And level like man takes training

They wanna gwan like they live in the Caymans

Until their face gets caved in, it might tame him

And I ain’t even

I know rapping, I don’t know about raping

And when I’m tapping the pussy, I won’t tape it

And if I do, I won’t save it

'Cause I don’t know where the cape is

I do flour with the cake mix

Fans like all my favourites

I’m an idol to the slave kid

Because I don’t do behaving

And still comes in a rave with man

Them man that slide in with

Thinking they’re young

You only made one drink in a month

Tell me, is that worth risking your lungs?

Wait, wait

I’m well-known, well-constructed

I make cake; food; custard

Gotta keep one eye open for the mates you trusted

Or drum plays like Busted

I ain’t in a band, and my name is a brand

He was the guy, right now he ain’t the man

Man, fuck all the cold food 'cause this ain’t Japan

You’ve got to go, this ain’t the plan

Double R Bow, you already know

If it ain’t style, then I change clothes

Demons and omens, you are not those

I do meet if I call the hoes

Fuck all the shows, par with the pros

Ended the sky cause I started the cold

Fans wanna see my black arse parole

Went Bow Boys', not Cardinal Pole