Текст песни Street Kings (DJ King Assassin) с переводом

Fuck it, yo, who the best MC on the west?

By far it’s me and in my car is a continental tea

And my broad in that continental suite

With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherfuckers

Beef with the kid, click clack, motherfuckers

Let them bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers

Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton

Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton

I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson

A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers

I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop

And nigga I like your watch, so roll over, you can die with the jury

First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury

And I might kidnap the judge or send a team

To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge

I got niggas that’ll ride for a grand

So handover my rock like Earl Manson

You can die where you stand

You got his back you can die with your man

I’ll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down

You know this GL shit we got G’s on the line

Or G’s on the squad, all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain’t hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL shit we got G’s on the line

Or G’s on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain’t hard to find

Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us

I’m a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck

Pull up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs

We droppin' square beads, you easy to read

This is the end of the road for whole ass MC’s

Smoke grass by the pound, glock holds 17 rounds

And the flow’ll knock any nigga down

Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people

Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls

Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night

Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic

Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north

For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on

Bitch, you’re gonna die on

San Quinton for and five catch a live one

Bust shots at the clouds, so we can shine some

Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some

You know this GL shit, we got G’s on the line

Or G’s on the squad all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain’t hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL shit we got G’s on the line

Or G’s on the squad, all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain’t hard to find

Street kings in our prime we’re touching the streets grinds

Flash fuckers on the tip of the gat

You can put on flat but I’ll kill that, I’ll open you up like a mat

Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man

And these new school nigga talk like we heard of them plans

Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van

Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans

Only thing runnin' is blood nigga so we gettin' grand

So we will bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand

Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie Chan

And when it’s all said and done it’s a one will stand

Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' this power man

A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban

I show up, show up, show up, show up

Niggaz talk about money, they forgot the struggle

Playas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustle

Pieces of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight

Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites

Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man

See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand

Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again

Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands

Slow rollin, 'dro blowin', I’m gettin' rich you see my fro growin'

Ho’s knowin' I pimp them to the fullest, respect a gangsta

You can shoot but I eat bullets, I shit missiles

And my eyeballs look like crystals, my shits official

It’s more humaro Merofrista

Yo, yo, it’s Luke and everything I sit on fat

Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga shit on that?

You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks

Glock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat

Talk about the real thing not the 760

The reason that they took the fair team to get me

You don’t want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys

I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys

I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats

And they ain’t even got enough strength to squeeze on that

You want real hard core shit I be’s on that

Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats

When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat

G’s messin' low they got g’s on that and have

How your momma outside screamin' «Please don’t clap»

You know this GL shit we got G’s on the line

Or G’s on the squad, all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain’t hard to find

Street kings in our prime we’re touching the streets grinds

You know this GL shit we got G’s on the line

Or G’s on the squad, all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain’t hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

You know this GL shit we got G’s on the line

Or G’s on the squad, all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain’t hard to find

Street kings in our prime we’re touching the streets grinds

You know this GL shit we got G’s on the line

Or G’s on the squad, all week on the grind

And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain’t hard to find

Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us