Текст песни Ride Slow (Danny Brown) с переводом

Ain’t no sitting down in here, my nigga

Yeah, hahahahah

Yeah, keep sayin', oh I think niggas is laughing at me

That’s right, make that spooky shit

Yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, look-look

I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal

Ahead of my time, in time, you’ll find that I’m a fossil

Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?

Far as I know, I’m a poet or in an apostle

Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes

Rose from the dirt, so I’m down to Earth, oh, I know

You made a few bucks now you feel buck, your chains gold

My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold

This ain’t rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow

Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don’t know Tae-Bo

But I kick that, you’re a Kit-Kat

Life’s sweet but, way down the line, you’re just a snack

It gets cold on the road to the riches (yeah, I ride slow)

The cars and the clothes is expensive (yo, I ride slow)

These hoes with they nose in my business (yeah, I ride slow)

Nigga (yo, I ride slow)

These rhythms of visions of me living colossal

Ahead of my time, in time you’ll find that I’m a fossil

Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo

Yo-yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo (insane in the membrane!)

I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash

Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school

Had to learn though, the harder way, pushing pennies

But, see, a three’s a 16 in my sport, figgadeal me?

I’m filthy, I know it’s greedy out here, I told you that

But I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff, relax

And try not to step on the crack, that’ll break your mother’s back

On the surface I will certainly scratch

See Mac, he made this from scratch

Just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist

You’re puppets anyway, let’s say I’m playing ventriloquist

Go this a way, go that a way, I’m scatter brain with this shit

What’s that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against

Me shall pass, remember that? I’m biblical with this shit

The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip

Oh! (blow) The camera’s gone so bring the acid tabs along

And let’s all gather round and sing my fucking song

Yo, I ride slow

It gets cold on the road to the riches (yeah, I ride slow)

The cars and the clothes is expensive (yo, I ride slow)

These hoes with they nose in my business (yeah, I ride slow)

Nigga (yo, I ride slow)

These rhythms of visions of me living colossal

Ahead of my time, in time you’ll find that I’m a fossil

Yo (insane in the membrane!)

Check! I ride slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro

A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'

You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you

Pulling up, no headlights but there’s red beams on you

Apostle, smoking on this dope, my brain colossal (Smoke!)

Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel (Stunt!)

Roll the lace with angel dust from pages of the bible (Stunt!)

Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking, it get drastic

Caskets If you niggas talking ass-backwards (Black!)

Up shit’s creek with a tissue paddle

OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle (Smoke!)

Call your number like you just won the raffle (Ugh!)

Nigga, you Snapple sweet, come after me, it’s casualty (Blow!)

Turn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery (Blow!)

The reality is all you niggas fictions (Bitch!)

Smack you with the hand of Satan cause you need good sanitation (Ill!)

Any nigga hating, we gon' turn them to a raisin (Blow!)

One nigga, .30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits

(Doot-doot-doot-doot!) And I ain’t saying shit

Cause I’m coming from Detroit where I’m coming up short

Them niggas riding slow, AK-ing up your porch

I ride slow!

(Insane in the membrane)

I-I-I ride, I ride, I-I, ride

Niggas talking about all this lean shit

I ride slow

Nigga I been sipping this shit since, been sipping this shit

I ride slow

Silly out here, niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups

Nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first two cups nigga

I gave cuz his first cup of lean, what you niggas talking bout?

I ride slow

Cuz older than me, that’s what I be talking about see? Fuck it

I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me living colossal

Ahead of my time, in time you’ll find that I’m a fossil

Alright, here right? Soulo

La, la-la-la, la la (I ride slow)

Do you wanna ride or die? (I ride slow)

What do we have here now? Run quick see

Come with me (inhale Mary) (Y)

Come with me (exhale Mary) (M)

Come with me (inhale Mary) (F)

Come with me, la, la-la-la, la la la la

Already, I ride slow

I heard they stopped making Actavis

(You know when I heard that?) While I was sipping Actavis

Fast life, slow motion in my double cup

The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up

I must be Captain Phillips, these niggas don’t speak my language

Residue on my debit card, don’t tell my moms

That it’s a lot more than marijuana in her son

I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain’t no sun

Deadline snapback on my mind, I ain’t suicidal, I’m just fly

My rhymes Ciroc and Ayahuasca, would you like a sip?

Enlightenment from a low life that’s more than likely high

What I do with eight zips nigga? You don’t know the half

All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph

Rap as if I had two left feet, tryna walk a righteous path

So here’s a question that I ask

What’s a negative with no plus? A Benz with no bus?

A curse with no gift? Who’s God with no us?

Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow

Put my dick in witches from «The Crucible»

I’m hard to get a read on, that pussy shakin, Parkinson’s Disease on

Pardon me, I sneezed, blessing conscious as it speaks freely

Death is cold homie, breathe easy, loaded gun in front of me

Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie

You do my murder and

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (fuck off!)

Relax, relax my nigga (Maaaaaan!)

Calm down my mom listens to this shit, bruh (I ride slow)

You need to stop sniffing that goddamn bleach is what you need to do

Well how dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?

I snort dope that’s mixed with crystal meth and gastric bypass

Satan’s blood in my flesh, nobody is high as

And these days the iPad

Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash

And then float away (I ride slow) so good luck

Boop boop boop boop boop boop! Fuck yeah!

Yo Doeburger man