Текст песни Really (The Game) с переводом

Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo

Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo (really?)

Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed

Got money in the bank and money on my head

Really? Niggas sound silly

Wanna talk money? Yeah, count it, ten milli

Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly

Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy

Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?

Think I give a fuck about the industry?

Pussy ass nigga better Google me

Boy I really made a million out the fuckin' streets

Boy I had a white car back in '04

Back in running wood days and ridin' low

When bein' a street nigga really meant something

Now niggas sell his soul for a follow

If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you niggas?

Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer?

Nah, L.A. Reid gave me that check today

Took that shit to the 'jects, empowered the hittas

I’m Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey

And I bet you I’m rockin' my chains

Or I’m in the Watts with Jay Rock

Or slidin' through Compton with Game

Cause real niggas livin' the same

2 Chainz!

My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16 (TRU)

My partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?

Really ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video

Causin' all this racket, no tennis court

Really made a million in a kitchen fork

Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork

Often offended

I told that bitch there to get out when she finished

Need me a bitch that’s gon' suck me and fuck me

And freak me and pass me to all of her friends, that’s what it is

Verbal telekinesis, Kurupt mixed with Jeezy

Big Meech mixed with Yeezy

Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers

I still got my stripes when I’m not wearing Adidas

Got a fresh hairline from Peter

Got me a hockey mask, choppers start talking fast

Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter, uhh

Niggas ain’t killing shit

Niggas they playing, they saying they killing shit

Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey

And this shit here might burn a little bit

I’m like, «Really little bitches? Say really?»

Fuck these niggas

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really really? Really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really really? Really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really?)

Brand new Benz with the top down

In my old neighborhood, all the cops 'round

I don’t give a fuck, motherfucker act up

Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound

Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down

Sucker free, no fly zone in my town

And there ain’t no discussion

It’s simple, you try me, we gon' get to bustin'

I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?

My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard

Mm, they act like they know ain’t no God

We so official, for sure, no facade

Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark

Still got my .4−4 in the door

I’m not finna play with you, homie get laid with you

Cement your feet, then it’s off in the lake with you

Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn’t make with you

I hit you with the K myself and show you what the paper do

And can’t nobody handle you the way I do

I’ll give a boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two

And no disrespect boy

You violate me, we gon' handle that

Blow your ass off the map

And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap

My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'

I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'

We come through in Mercedes

And shoot you, you’d think Call of Duty would make it

Bacon, a nigga medulla off top

He don’t give me my moolah off top

Give a damn what the naysayers say

And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I’m gone

Fuck these niggas

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really really? Really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really really? Really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really?)

Niggas ain’t gon' kill shit

I’m ridin' 'round, seven pounds, nigga, Will Smith

It’s a whole heck of y’all and a whole deck of cards

This shit right here you can’t deal with

Two ice cubes and some cognac

Spent some time in twin towers, I ain’t goin' back

Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem

Runnin' Aftermath in all black

I’ll slaughter your house with 5 9's

Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes

Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz

Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves

Please that’s Jeezy the Snowman

Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man

Said I ain’t killin' your dog but stealin' my hog and fuck my conscience

Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don’t fuck with Compton

Don’t fuck with Kendrick, don’t fuck with Problem

Don’t fuck with YG, I’m Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them

My handle’s dumb, I had no gun

Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant’s or somethin'

I bear arms like Durantula

This rocket launcher’ll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up

And everybody gotta die, put them candles up

How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?

And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down

I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around

And when a nigga say «Timber», you don’t need Ricky Rubio

To let a nigga know it’s goin' down, fuck you clowns

Yeah, I put the word on you niggas

Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas

Been all through New York with Diddy

My verse’ll Schmurda you niggas

And that’s not a shot at TIP or a shot at Gotti

Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti

Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack

Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body

Like Nasir and Hov when I’m 40 years old

I will still be the pilot that light up the stove

And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back

And tell niggas that «Detox» come out this October

Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I’m finally sober

And verses like this’ll get me a new Rover

Get you a new home and a casket, you bastard

Your funeral boring, I’m glad that it’s over

Soulja!

Fuck these niggas

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really really? Really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really really? Really?)

Niggas say they gon' kill me (really?)