Текст песни P's & Q's (B-Eazy) с переводом

I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/

Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/

Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/

So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me

Don’t let the kindness fool ya/

I stay around some shooters/

And keep a choir with me/

All they sing is «Hallelujah!"/

Got your preacher on speed dial/

It still gets me how/

You was on top, now you 6' underground/

That’s kind of senile, this ain’t no freestyle/

Meanwhile, I’m blowing trees/

This the Major Leagues now!/

You with the big boys/

Who tote them big toys/

And they love attention/

When they spit we make big noise/

Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now/

Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild/

That’s you eulogy boy, so don’t fuck with B/

I keep the kind of heat The Army don’t need to see/

Cause I stay on my P’s, can you excuse me please?/

Picture me polishing pistols planning on your prophecy/

So think before you speak/

Look, I don’t wife beat/

But you might catch me in a tank/

Arms out like Master P

I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/

Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/

Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/

So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me

It ain’t like Eazy to let the drama slide/

Cause if my momma cry, your momma cry/

Lonely on the front pew, boo-hoo as she wonder why/

Why’d her son die so young?/

Cause of death: homicide/

So drastic! Whole family asked if/

I could be the pall bearer, it’s gonna be closed casket?/

So fantastic! You should’ve seen my suit/

Plus the flowers & funeral arrangements that we may for you/

Yeah, the funeral’s at 1, but you got a chauffeur, too!/

And he don’t ask questions, he already got directions/

Like me, he’s on his P’s & Q’s like after M, N, O/

Shirt matched the hat, black hat matched the limo/

I overheard him banging my demo in the processional/

By Any Means, track 8/

Ok, here we go!/

Wait, you didn’t get the memo? Didn’t hear it?/

This whole verse I’ve been talking to your spirit/

A little too much…

I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/

Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/

Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/

So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me

Time waits for no man/

And the clock starts ticking when the gun goes (Bam!)/

And as a man, I stand on my own two/

No handouts, I do what the fuck I want to do, and you?/

You still doing what the fuck she you tell you to/

It’s best that you invest in a new schedule/

Or get some goals about yourself/

Yeah, that’s what you better do/

Or hell yeah, fool/

Look, she’s on to the next dude/

With the big car, huge place, fire place/

And all that by the next day… Great!/

While you sit & wait, and contemplate/

She’s out to play her own game of Elimidate/

And today, you’re the next up to eliminate/

So save all the misfits & shit that you was finna say/

Cause it’s a different day and needless to say/

I’m on point, like a needle in hay, but hey!

I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/

Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/

Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/

So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me

A procrastinator never has his shit made up/

Be in the back of line always hollering «Hey, y’all wait up!"/

Ass always lying, be messin a nigga day up/

Late to his own funeral/

Fucking a nigga wake up/

You gotta stay true to what you do & get your weight up/

It’s a full time job, sometimes you gotta stay up/

But some way y’all already lost, Los Angeles Lakers/

And if it ain’t right make a left hand layup/

My dream is to be a lot more than just a writer/

Guide the children to a brighter light/

Cuz you might lose a life doing life at Rikers/

Shoutout to my real riders/

I am a soul survivor!/

Sorry if I’m losing you like a smoker do is lighter/

Look, I tried to make it easy/ What you think rewind’s for?/

I’d like to vote & hold a real nigga cipher/

For all the million dollar men & billion dollar boys like us!/

I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/

Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/

Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/

So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me

They say baseball is America’s past time/

Cuz life always throws curve balls, am I lying?/

Trying to flip up the script, lie & switch up the pitch/

But I’m reading his lips, which leads to a hit/

My slug average is above average/

I love living lavish!/

Look, can you count up all these cuts & carrots?/

Bugs Bunny, silly rabbit/

Trix are for kids and games are for lames/

I’m runnin this shit, you stay in your lane/

I’m running this race, you running in place/

I’m stealing this base, you still in disgrace/

No witness to trace, I’m filling your face full of/

Whatever I have concealed in my waist/

I catch bugs all day, plus I even trap mice/

Look, I’m the kind of fly you don’t want to sacrifice/

Let me bend a few corners & leave you with a hot plate/

On your way home run, cuz it’s not safe nigga, umph…

I stay on my P’s & Q’s, blowing Q’s & P’s/

Any sudden urgency will have you any emergency/

Cause I’ll red dot your eyes, leak blood across your tees/

So you better think twice 'fore you ever fuck with me