Текст песни No Love For The Roadie (Catch 22) с переводом

Hmmm C22

These punk motherfuckers now a hip hop crew?

Naw, we just having some fun

A little somethin' we wanna get done

Anyone say a word, better shut your mouth biotch

We’ll kick your punk ass to the curb

Sit your stupid ass on the couch

And nod your head to something new Feel it? Na?

Fuck you, we do We’re on a mission

To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition

So check it and give a listen and let me explain

Yo E-rock bring back that instrumental refrain

Seven different members

Meaning seven different names

Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways

All common goals reamin

Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed

No love for the roadie?

Yo man, you’re the roadie, you don’t…

Seven members, seven members

That’s it. That’s all you got

Eight! Eight!

Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up

It’s like a clean cut

Slicing through the track with a machete

Ready set go

A Derringer cover

Cover me, cover you I’ll take it slow and easy, indiscreetly

I’m completely numb

Come come

Surburban ragamuffin with a dancehall twist

I’m saying I’m saying I’m saying nothing

This Shot a licka say it again kick it and come back for one

I’m running I’m running I’m running I’m running

It takes some time It’s like a dream come true I’m in heaven again

We’re right here jumping with you

Once again again, once once again again

Seven different members

Meaning seven different names

Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways

All common goals reamin

Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed

Yo man, I work

Dude, you don’t work

I work

Yo, so let me come in real slow

Like 1, 2, I bet you thought you knew about the style we present

So intense cutting through with precision never watered down

But you’re bound to drizound coming around

Your town rocking a crowd with the sweetest sound

You ever heard fool there aren’t no other

You wanna talk shit I have your running for your mother

Coming in quick you little bitch

Throwing a brick up in your window to get your affection

So pay attention, learn your lesson on this whole next session

When I grip the mic I spit my shit like a veteran

Wait stop the beat a second

Now bring it back again Catch 22 has come to bump your party

And get you jumping and keep it bumping

Nah forget about the bump

I’m gonna go and blaze it up

Seven different members

Meaning seven different names

Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways

All common goals reamin

Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed

YoI’m saying that’s not right

Step back punk you ain’t got no place here…

I’m the one they call

Perm so listen learn

Gonna make you twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax

East

Fuck with me you’ll be deceased 6 foot underground is where you’ll be to say

The least

East Coast Pride until I decide I come in strong gonna bust you in the eye

My piece of pie is all I’m looking for

Gotta get the door I came to let you know

All I rock is eckou

Yo what up Bean (Yo what up bro)

So let me finish this up quick cuz shit be getting thick

So let me go out nice and slick

Perm signing off so hand me my sticks

I’m not down with this motherfucking microphone shit

Yo dude, uh, you gonna sing the chorus?

No dude I don’t like singing the chorus

Just sing the hook

No, no, dude

Try that

No, I really don’t… check it. Peace

Seven different members

Meaning seven different names

Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways

All common goals reamin

Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed

You’d better recognize man, that ain’t right

Yo bump that man and get behind that table and sell that t-shirt

It’s eight, I said eight, yo

Na, I don’t think so. It’s seven

Whatever, dude

It’s the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a

So listen while I wreck it

Then listen to the record

Check it wait another second this won’t take all day

I’m the dank natty dread deep banana head

Making a six string sing is hard done than said

Cuz saying it and doing it just ain’t the same

They’re like fire and rain It’s like night and day

But at night or day in the AM or the PM

You know I’m hitting TM I call 'em like I see 'em

So rewind the rhyme stick it in your eye

And let the old school open your mind one time

Seven different members

Meaning seven different names

Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways

All common goals reamin

Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed

Yo I ?? represent

No you ain’t busting no rhymes, man

The only thing thing busting is your ass if you don’t sell those records &

Tapes, kid

I do my work

You ladies better run for cover

Cuz I’m the lyrical lover I stimulate and penetrate you like no other

I’m a hip-hop transformer

A sexual performer Best get out of my way

Cuz I’m turning the corner

So let me start with my present I’m the phat Illmont resident

Getting more play than our current president

Ladies start the bump

Let’s get the bass to thump

I’m Ian and I’m calling out the motherfucking chumps

Cuz I’m badder than Darth Vader I’m called the Terminator

Lyrically you all know that I’m the dominator

You’re not ready for me and all that I bring

Cuz I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

So now you all know it’s true that the C22 crew is coming for you

With a beat that’s brand new

That’s right cuz I’m the big smooth and you be feeling my groove

Yeah I’m the motherfucker showing Jordan his moves

Seven different members

Meaning seven different names

Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways

All common goals reamin

Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed

Yo I’m not saying it again, I want props

Yo you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass

Aw fuck

You wanna get jumped chump punk?

Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you

Own you, for a while you just wasn’t looking

But what you gonna do?

(Whoo, is that Mingus over there?)

Yeah you hear me talking

Spitting out the candy for your ears

Move your rears to this Ghetto booty shaking

Taking it all and yo raking the dough in ho

And me and my boys in 22 you just don’t know we be pimping in the clubs

With my man Jeff singing reggae dub with Perm, TM, Ian, and KG, Kirk E

Fresh, me I’m Mingus and our boy J-E

Merch guys and roadies around the world this is your time so grab your girl

It’s time to show you what we do We’re not your little tools

TDE is down for me as I kick it old school

East coast Jersey represent don’t fuck with me cuz you can’t repent

What you say will come back to you If you doubt me just test my crew

Don’t break my trust cuz I’m no fool and you starting rumors doesn’t make you

Cool

Just a punk ass bitch with too much time and until you talked shit everything

Was fine

But now it’s too late what’s said is said

You’re getting fucked up this is the end. Biotch

Seven different members

Meaning seven different names

Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways

All common goals reamin

Still pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven’t changed

Eight different members, eight different names

Eight different mouths speaking eight different ways

All common goals remain

Still pigeon-hole status quo sucks cuz we haven’t changed