Текст песни Notorious Thugs (The Notorious B.I.G.) с переводом

Get high, get high, get high, c’mon

Let’s ride let’s ride let’s ride let’s ride

Get high, get high, get high

Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) We gonna rock the party

Rock the party, party

Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) Betta run and tell everybody

Everybody, everybody

No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters

Nuthin but them thugster thugsters

No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters

Nuthin but them thugster thugsters

Chorus: Intro 3 and Intro 4 overlapped, Intro 2

Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious

Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it’s strange to us

Y’all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin

Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins

We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin

High off weed and lots of gin

So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins

Nigga you should too, if you knew

What this game’ll do to you

Been in this shit since ninety-two

Look at all the bullshit I been through

So-called beef with you know who

Fuck a few female stars or two

Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit

not to be fucked with

Motherfucker better duck quick, cause

Me and my dogs love to buck shit

Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim

No aspirations to quit the game

Spit yo’game, talk yo’shit

Grab yo’gat, call yo’click

Squeeze yo’clip, hit the right one

Pass that weed, I got to light one

All them niggaz I got ta fight one

All them hoes I got ta like one

Our situation is a tight one

Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?

Seems to me that you’ll take B Bone and Big, nigga die slowly

I’ma tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically, niggaz can’t see me Fuck it, buy the coke

Cook the coke, cut it Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin’it

Nigga with a Benz fuckin it Doesn’t it seem odd to you

Big come through with mobs and crews

Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes

Who’s the killa, me or you?

(We forgive you, for you know not what you do)

Seven A.M. woke in the mornin

With Hen and caffine and green and nicotine

No dough so pop a couple of doze

Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean

Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get

sentimentally sting, wit my Instrumelody, and heated

especially for your team

And a forty-five indeed will beam

in between the scenes destroy your dreams

You willin to die, we’ll see

how many flees when I cause the scene

We mean mug, Mo Thugs

Trained to be perfect, disciples

When it’s survival tongue, never double-edged sword

Triple, six rivals spittin fire

This the real truth, bitch

Breakin out for lies

My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon shit’s expired

It’s wild, bless the child

The one that became a man

Put in positions off in the Claire

All that I had to do was stare

Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend

Pick up my pen, in my hand

One of my trusted friend friend, hey

Open it let’s see if we’re real, we all suited

Beg my pardon to Martin

Baby we ain’t marchin we shootin

In daily recruitin there’s a tough law

Everyday in the ghetto

We start em off little we give em a bottle

and a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it Nigga roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot

To the dome wit a shot of bird

Never get tossed to the curb

Be feelin that urge to splurge

But I’m broke as fuck son gimme that Mossberg swerve

Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells

to put in this twelve gauge sawed off

Get em all off, nigga yo’loss, take it all off

Got a nigga car door

But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs

They need the most help to pull it in doves

And bitch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, fucked up Now let me get done with the grime

Gotta go purchase a dime

Put in a state to get done with the crime

Smokin the reefer to ease my mind

Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks

But Willie be servin em clemency

Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin

like gimme back me money

Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader

or liquor but niggaz ain’t got shit

Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol

Now who ready to get bent

Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves

But I ain’t had no dough

Gotta make some money so

I’m makin my dummy rocks if I go broke

Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2

Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture

Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic

Droppin down licks betta call on my gadgets

With an automatics status we spray time to load the glocks

But I’m thinkin not

There’s another he forced tellin me do what I gotta do So my otha potnah nigga die tonight

And I’m always runnin from the boys in blue

Biggie booms on my ass now provide the cellular phone

The carphone, what’s happenin

Grab artillery niggaz start packin

Cause a motherfucker try to get me in a jacket, and I did him

Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise

Wanna test a nigga size, that’ll cost him

Nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit

Y’all get mo murdered all day all day

We done paved the way and I’m on the run

I’ma call my boys and bring all the guns

Y’all niggaz wanna have a little fun wit number one

One, one, then it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum

But it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum

But it red red rum

Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2, Intro 3, Intro 2