Текст песни Pusha Man (Nate Fox) с переводом

Ten damn days

And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows

And chauffeurs with road rage

Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, old ways

Still got a letterman, no practice

Still got a burner, man, no lacking

Still outtin' Jams nigga, no Jackson

No Jordan and we toe-tagging

I’ll take you to the land where the lake made of sand

And the milk don’t pour and the honey don’t dance

And the money ain’t yours

Now it’s just a red pill

Got a blue and a handful of Advils

I’m the new Nitty, fuck it, Nitty the old me

So I’ma tell the buyer what Nitty told me

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn

I’m your pusha man, I’m your, I’m your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I’m just tryna fight the man

I’m your pusha man, I’m your, I’m your pusha man

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn

I’m your pusha man, I’m your, I’m your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I’m just tryna fight the man

I’m your pusha man, I’m your, I’m your pusha man

You a laaaaaaaame

And your bitch break down my weed sometimes

See my face in the streets, in the tweets

And a Reader or a RedEye if you read Sun-Times

She got blisters on her knees, she’s a fiend for the D

Even though I only beat one time

One time, it was one two times

It was two plus me equals threesome time

Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex

Got neck from all these thots I sex

Rastafari them shottas, yes

House safari, mi casa, yes

Poppy fields of that popeye

She came to party, she popped a molly

Said, «Come to Papa», she said, «Papa, yes»

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn

I’m your pusha man, I’m your, I’m your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I’m just tryna fight the man

I’m your pusha man, I’m your, I’m your pusha man

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn

I’m your pusha man, I’m your, I’m your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I’m just tryna fight the man

I’m your pusha man, I’m your, I’m your pusha man

I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits

I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits

Move to the neighborhood; I bet they don’t stay for good, watch

Somebody’ll steal daddy’s Rollie, call it the neighborhood watch

Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch

Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy

Still getting ID’d for Swishers (Mama still wash my clothes)

Still with the Save Money militia (I'ma still watch my bros)

Trapped in the middle of the map

With a little-bitty rock and a little bit of rap

That, with a literary knack

And a little shitty Mac, and like literally jack

I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits

I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits

They murking kids, they murder kids here

Why you think they don’t talk about it? They deserted us here

Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at?

Somebody get Katie Couric in here

Probably scared of all the refugees

Look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here

They’ll be shooting whether it’s dark or not

I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot

Down here, it’s easier to find a gun

Than it is to find a fucking parking spot

No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position

'Cause they’ve never been in our position

Getting violations from the nation, correlating, you dry snitchin'

I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits

I’ve been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

I know you scared

Me too

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

If you was there

Then we’d just knew you cared too

It just got warm out, this the shit I’ve been warned 'bout

I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it’s pourin' out

I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks

And I ponder what’s worse

Between knowing it’s over and dyin' first

'Cause everybody dies in the summer

Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it’s spring

I heard everybody’s dying in the summer

So pray to God for a little more spring

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

If you was there

Then we’d just knew you cared too