Текст песни Rescue 911 (Yukmouth) с переводом

Walkin down the street watchin ladies

All night watchin me was the housing authority, task, and OPD

It’s rainin it’s pourin, do it 2−4 no snorin

Posted on the spot with the Glock cuz we warrin

I’m soarin to the top of the deck

Ace in the hole on the grind gigity grind no time fo chasin hoes

Dope fiends love me, come to the spot pushin a buggy filled with kids

«Who got that cola man can you plug me?»

The slugs be on fat but was that a Cadillac

I’m not gun proof some nigga out the sunroof bustin caps

I’m strikin to the bushes but didn’t quite make it

They thought it, breakin and takin my shit without my grip I’m naked

I hate it, got smacked across the face wit a sawed off

They roped me up choked me up now I’m hauled off

Wit pumpkin head locked in the trunk

I’m havin flashbacks cuz all I heard was glass packs and hella bump

(C&H) man get the phone man

(Dru) nigga there some knock at the door

(C&H) get the phone

(Dru) I got the phone I got the phone

(C&H) get the door get the phone foo I’m getting some head

(Dru) wassup nigga?

(Kidnapper) where that nigga C&H at?

(Dru) who da fuck is this nigga, I knoe where C&H at who is dis

(Kidnapper) don’t worry bout that I got yo boy yukmouth

(C&H) who on the phone who on the phone

(Dru) ay they got yuk mayn, check this out playa, I want my boy

Let me speak to my boy right now nigga wassup

(Kidnapper) here he go right here nigga speak quick

(Dru) hello, wassup nigga

(Yuk) I slipped, they got the 4 wit the 9's loaded

(Dru) where you at nigga

(Yuk) don’t know where the fuck I am cuz I’m blindfolded

Survived these last 3 days lucky, but now hurry

Cuz they talkin bout getting this bitch wit AIDS ta fuck me

(Dru) what they hollarin

(Yukmouth)

They want a hundred thou ya feel

Make it snap because I think these fools will cap me on the real

I’m hangin naked on the crucifix

With a swoll ass lip and theyz bout to let loose the bitch

Right after me and Ana bone

They gonna tie me to a car and drag my ass like Indian Jones/ GONE

(Kidnapper)

Gimme the damn phone, give me that muthafuckin phone nigga

Now ya better get the money nigga cuz I ain’t playin

(Dru) damn

(C&H) man wassup man

(Dru) man, man, man get the muthafuckin gats C

Nigga they got yiznuk nigga

(C&H) nigga I got the gats what they hollarin

(Dru Down)

They want a hundred thousand dollars at the door

And at his head they said they got chrome forty fours

And niggas ain’t playin they wanna grip they wanna get played

Numskull my nigga they bout to have yukmouth fuck a bitch wit AIDS

Oh shiet I grab the vest, the 38, the 44, a 45, mac 10, and ak-47

And get strapped like a solja

When I rescue my nigga I won’t kill em ima torture them

Cuz now it’s strictly funnin and gunnin see

You kiznapped my patna yiznukmouth and want some gizneez from me

But no way in the world a would you get that

Numskull got the giznat, I want my patna biznack

We hopped into the 4 door 400 floor shift

I gotta have the posi with a chip jus incase we slip

And be outty on that asshole, fuck the po-po

I’m thinkin bout my patna wit the 911 code

I’m commin thru yo back door, I feelin no sympathy

The only thing you get from me is H-E-A-T

I’m puttin it in yo pants

I’m makin ya do the dance

(C&H) where dem niggas man, get the phone man

(Dru) hold on man

(C&H) get the phone man it might be them niggas on the phone

Answer that playa

(Dru) hold on man

(C&H) answer that phone it might be them niggas

(Dru) hold up hold up

(C&H) answer that phone it might be them niggas

(Dru) Hello?

(Yukmouth)

Dru, don’t pay these fools cuz they might slip

But hurry up before they squeeze my nuts wit vice grips

They wanna have my ass hauled off

Up to' my heads a sawed of

And that bitch wit AIDS is takin her drawers off

Call all the straps because they fuedin for the bundle

One’s trying to swundle

What fo we shit no mumbo jumbo

The dumb ho was trippin so I might not have to dick the cock

Cuz the clique suppose break her off the 50 rock

And she knows that I know that you know

It’s like a big ass drought in the O, so fuck that ho

They really tryin ta pump fear and shit

Got that bitch lookin like Ethiopian of the year and shit

I straight escaped cuz they straight got funk

I’m in the front drawing down on each other wit mosberg pumps

I socked the bitch then tied her up, they left the Glock in here

Can’t do shit wit it cuz they left a nigga locked in here

(Dru) jump out the window

(Yukmouth)

Man if I do it’s my doom, I’m at the tribune

12 stories up in a vacant room

So what the fuck is up, they commin up wit some more niggas

I’m at the door about to go trigga

Happy, my nigga back me

On the quick fast in a hurry like snappy before they cap me

Don’t trip cuz I got 4 clips and a grenade

But bring some more shit because they might be hard to fade

(Dru) Neva, I’m comin for yo ass wit the triggas

I’d neva leave ya hangin on the crucifix my nigga

(Yuk) ay ay ay I gotta go man

(Dru Down)

Ay hold on man, God damn

It seems that people always wanna test my real folks

And end up getting smiznoked

I’m finally startin to get sick like Jason

No patience, I needa save my folks he’s in the waitin

Probably spooked on the roof with no parachute

He’s willin to jump off the top of the tribune

But no need fo that we commin up elevator strapped bazooka on my back

I’m lyin on the floor prepared for caps

Dru Down, the elevator opens I’m so high

We’re lightin up the place like the 4th of july

I yelled Yuk where ya at Yuk where ya at

He came runnin wit the gat and said them niggas dead in the back

I said where da ho go niggaroe

He said I killed the bitch first for tryin to jump on my bone BITCH

And everything is alright

I know your nervous so let me put bud in a pipe right

And lets get into some more shit, some deep shit

Lets burn the dead niggas and the dead bitch

Cuz I could give a fuck less to what happens now

I’m ready to burn the whole muthafuckin buildin down

But I’m not goin out I’m jettin from the murda scene

So yuk either grab the zooka or the m-16

Because my arms is getting tired from weight

I wanna get back to the spot and smoke some dank

Check it out we hopped into the big block chevy

And if somebody ran up oh we was ready

But for a souvenir I cut off tongues

Ridin off safe on the freeway to some hoes house that’s sprung