Текст песни Ridin' Slab (Lil Keke) с переводом

Uh, bad bitch and we tippin' slow

Hit the scene turnin' heads

So fine she get me hoes, click and pose

Chrome heels on her but the lips is swole

Turnin' lanes she drop the top

They askin' where the stripper pole?

Niggas know, in any parkin' lot I crash spots

15s up in the trunk, bought my bitch them ass shots

I blast Glocks, on any jacker, get a homicide

To take her, gotta kill me

That’s the real meaning of ride or die, I’m home

Shawty say she wanna ride with a G

Ride with a G, ride with a G, she wanna ride with a G

So I let her roll wit me, I let her roll wit me

So I let her roll wit me, I let her roll wit me

Shawty say she wanna ride with a G

Ride with a G, ride with a G, she wanna ride with a G

So I let her roll wit me, I let her roll wit me

So I let her roll wit me, I let her roll wit me

Ay, I got the dash lit digital

Ridin' slab critical

Take ya to the play pad boo, give you a physical

I promise not to lose control, I love the hoes

From the drop to the bedroom pole, I’m so cold

California kush, California king

Girl you fuckin' with a true street dream that’s gettin' cream

Back to this beautiful slab that I admire

Fresh mink, wiped down chrome on every tire

I’m here to take a look at your mind in no time

That umbrella grind just blockin' your true shine

Upgrade your game and leave them broke dummies

760 huggin' the ground on new Asanti’s

Hood nigga reppin' the block, that didn’t change

Still let the top fall down and cut a lane

A G, kinda diggin' your style but love money

Slab King, crawlin' the turf, it’s 100

You see these cars is like our chicks

And the chicks is like our cars

Top off, sky showin' baby

Wish upon a star

These other lames broke you down

I’m just here to fix your parts

And if that slab ain’t for sale

Then I’ll forever rent yo, heart

Hold up, you got me stylin' when I show up

My partna say I’m trippin' you got mileage on your motor

But they don’t know the feelin'

People wildin' when we show up

Pop that truck, them neons glow

Them speakers poundin' like a smoker

I’m forever grippin' grain, I swear this love is real

Feel so good when you grip that wood

Man I love a chick hood, that’ll show that grill

Hit that ave' when I tip that slab

Take a nigga bitch fast

Hoe young Pro trill

Real SLAB riders don’t rush for the Kappa Beach

Real SLAB riders don’t rush for the, uh, uh

The, the MLK Holiday

We wait and pull out, when we pull out it is a slab holiday

You know what I’m sayin'

It don’t matter when I come out, it’s a holiday then

Everybody comin' outside cause I’m outside

You understand, yeah, Don Ke, Slab 101

You know they say like

You can’t keep too much stress on the heart

There come a time when you just gotta let that shit out

Yeah, look

Heaven knows, this world ain’t my home it’s like torture here

With all the wrong I committed I’m glad the lord forgives

I promised I’d change, like imma started here

Then son up my words soon as the broad was near

Crazy, tweetin' bout who the fake is

Turn around, I’m dappin' up all them same niggas who hatin'

Born out a bastard, can’t name the nigga who made me

If he is, I hate that fact, I’m ashamed that he wouldn’t claim me

Fuck it, I’m thinkin' bout all my cousins in the country

Dawg, it seem like a minute since I done fucked with ya

I be on the grind, I swear to y’all I be hustlin'

Probably think I’m Hollywood, I know they think I don’t love em

Niggas in my hood, be talkin' bout I be stuntin'

Cause I come through in the coupe

With the windows down on them buttons

Niggas act like I don’t deserve it or somethin'

It’d be different if the shit wasn’t mine and I was frontin'

Back when I was rockin' them hand me downs from my cousin

Broke as shit, them same niggas was laughin', playin the dozens

Snappin' at my momma cause Jordans wasn’t in the budget

Sorry baby I was young, ain’t really know bout the struggle

But all I knew was no heater, we keep it warm by the oven

When it rain you can’t sleep cause that water drip in the bucket

Rose out the dirt and these bitches ain’t gave me nothing

So you right, a nigga stuntin' I’m ridin' through yellin' fuck em

Fuck em, regardless I swear these niggas hate

And tempers raise when these haters think your positions greater

Same bitch niggas that I been knowin' since

Jealous cause I’m out here puttin' food on the dinner plate

You don’t ever mention my help, all the tuition paid

The, commissary, the bail money, these niggas fake

And shit’ll make you hate your own hood but

I know that’ll make mafio

I miss the days when everybody would keep it real

Now they tell me whatever I wanna hear

And money root of the sum, I gotta pray for them

P-R-O in they eyes is just an ATM

Grown ass men in they mind, think I should pay for them

I guess niggas think when I grind, my bread is made for them

Understand I got a niece and a nephew

And a dream to fly my momma to France, seeing the best view

Could help a million people but if I say I can’t help you

Niggas quick to say I’m fake, like your concern is so special

Rest in peace my Grandpa, who I’m knowin' heaven accepts you

More than Malcom, Pac, and Michael, was honored to say they met you

But you took a big part of my soul the day you left

You left my granny lonely, family in shambles, and we can’t get through

Still pissed at the world, but I forgive you

Took it out in 86' but damnit a nigga miss you

My own partna stealin' that’s really fucked with my mental

Tell a nigga that you got him but really they out to get you

A couple thousand dollars how far you think that’ll get you

Boy, Karma is a bitch and I heard that she wanna kiss you

A whole lotta fuck shit, niggas tryna kill me

Cause you was doing fuck shit, out here livin' filthy

So now we ain’t partnas, you ain’t ever gotta speak to Pro

Dumb ass nigga, never bite the hand that feed you bro

Shed a lotta tears, like really I can’t believe my bro

But cut the grass, nip through, the snake, trust he’ll show

Never did shit but try to help him come up

Backfired in my face