Текст песни Ol Thang Back (Juelz Santana) с переводом

Listen! You might learn something

Jahlil Beats, holla at me

Haha! Ayy! Oooooh!

Jadakiss, where you been? Where you at?

I’m right here!

These rap niggas is wack (D-Block!)

I want that old thing back (uh!)

I want that old thing back

I got you, my nigga! Ha-HA!

I want that old thing back

Unh, yo some niggas tell a lot (some niggas)

Some niggas sell a lot (some niggas)

Some niggas used to be mad nice and fell a lot (damn)

Album still trash

I don’t care who the hell you got (I don’t care)

Portraying the role of a G, we can tell you not

Sorry to bother you (sorry!)

I’m only doing what a father do (yup!)

Your production is horrible (mm!)

You’ll forever be a nerd (forever!)

And your metaphors are better off never being heard (never)

I came in grimy (grimy), Puff made me shiny (that's right)

Put 'em both together, a protege of the 90s (woo!)

Grew up, put that bullshit behind me (mm!)

Started making niggas demises untimely (yup!)

Looking for me? Come to the hood, you could find me (c'mon!)

Gucci belt right on the waist where the 9 be (yeah!)

.38 right in the garbage, where the packs at (haha!)

M1 right in the trunk, where the jacks at (ugh)

Whoever is in arm’s length will get backslapped (back up!)

'Cause I ain’t playing with these rap cats (nah)

This is the flow you can’t learn, dutch you can’t burn (*exhale*)

Nigga, I’ve got stripes you can’t earn (uh-uh)

Method Man, where you been? Where you at?

These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back

You got the M. E, the M.E., the M. E

Yeah, I want that old thang back

The H.-H., M.E.T.H.O.D. Man

Ugh, yeah, I want that old thang back

Gimme them dopefiend tracks, let me shoot up and lean back

With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm

Most my team sling cracks, if I hit every corner with G-packs

Might cause the man DC to relapse (go 'head)

I’m a hip-hop junkie, who needs rap? MCs wack

Killer Bees is back in the booth, mind your beeswax

And fuck a salary cap, we blow a cap

At any Energizer bunny right where his battery at

Look, the bastard child of Clarence Thomas and Reaganomics

On every 1st and 15th, make sure you pay me homage

Might break a promise but never breaking the code

Got the floor safe, coke in the pot, fiend at the stove, oh!

Meth, rock a W on my clothes

I’m a straight rider, straight to the W with these hoes, huh

I’m straight fire, these motherfuckers is froze

Like a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose

Yeah!

Redman, where you been? Where you at?

These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back

Yeah! Ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar!

I want that old thang back

I’m right here, god! YO!

I want that old thang back

Yo, boy, I’m like Rick James, I got that old thang

I got a gold chain, Cazales with gold frames

Doc doing the running man on Soul Train

With a Chinese girl, the chick can get low, mayne

Propane for the raw I put on the streets

My thoughts, the Blue Magic put on the beats (sss, ahh!)

Game time, Doc rocket like Dominique (two!)

Play vegetarian, nigga, and ignore the beef

Yeah, irie, keep the blow smoking

Slide in the club, cool like the floor frozen

Check out the wild thang, got a Tone Lōc-oh

Big ass and high heels with the toes open

That’s me, 90s MC

Fuck a Grammy Awards, underground is tax free (woo!)

Look in the mirror, I feel fantastic

The mirror said, «You are, you conceited bastard»

Santana, where you been? Where you at?

These rap niggas is wack

I want that old thang back (That's right)

Yeah I want that old thang back

Tell 'em! I want that old thang back

I came to bring the pain (yeah), put niggas to shame

Simple and plain, they gon' remember my name

And it’s all for respect, not fame

So don’t play with me (don't!)

You could give 'em rope, they still can’t hang with me (nope)

Pass the baton, they still can’t race with me (nope!)

So far ahead of these niggas they still chasing me (still!)

I wouldn’t be surprised

If niggas' ghostwriters got ghostwriters

Nothing cease to amazes you

Labels used to care, even though they was raping me (yup)

Now it’s 360 deals, modern day slavery (true)

Fuck you, who payin' me? I’m the one recording

Won’t settle for extortion or fame over fortune (never)

The game done changed, the sound done changed (changed)

All these niggas sound the same (sound the same)

The word «loyalty» don’t even sound the same

Good thing I keep the pound

When it bang it always sound the same

I aim at the game, the real shall remain (that's real)

Neck full of water like I drowned my chain (my chain)

Flier than a nigga jumping out the plane (uh-huh)

Higher than you niggas, you can’t find the strain (gelato)

Better than you niggas, that’s without me saying (uh)

Treat the money like the work

We don’t count, we weigh it (uh-huh)

For this amount we aim it (aim), blaze it (bang), flame it (bang)

Barrel big as a showerhead

You don’t want me spraying (brrrrat!)

Enough with the mumbo-jumbo

Santana back though, can I get a drum roll? (brrrt!)

Whole lotta kush and it’s stuffed in a fronto

Fiends still say my work taste like gumbo (mm!)

Yeah, bring that old thang back

I was taught to whip it up

And bring the whole thang back, rrrr!

When I was pumping coke, you was jumping rope

I was runnin' out of bags, you was playing tag (tag)

While you was hopscotching, I was drop-shopping (yeah)

At the dealer, paying cash for them paper tags (tags)

While you was pop-locking, I was Glock-popping (yeah)

Getting to the cash, brown paper bags (get money)

Blowing money fast and it never last (never)

Yeah, they make it fast, barely make it back (bitch)

Haters gonna suffer, I’m okay with that (okay with that)

All this garbage, time to throw away the trash (yup!)