Текст песни Shakedown (Cuban Link) с переводом

Cuban, stop playing with these niggas man, monster

I told these clown niggas, you know what it is

BX, stand the f*ck up, y all niggas better pull y all razors out

Have y all security wear y all vests, whatever, whatever

It s a shakedown, anything can get laid down in the way (New York City)

Get run over with trucks and all that, f*ck em, ladies and gentlemen

They don t want no problems (3x)

(Verse One — Cuban Link)

Yo it s the Bronx most wanted, word to Pun, it s the best that ever done it

Better run it, or I ma pump a hundred in your stomach, never running

Coming, I m gunning for the love of money

Rough, rugged and raw, fourth down, suggest you punt it

So I m on it like Tony Montana, slip on the banana

Clip and cock the hammer to split open your bandana

Living the life of glamour with a mansion in Havana

Cameras and scanners cause I m not trying to see the slammer

I plan to make more pesos than Tony did with the yeyo

Y all phoney pendejos, will get K-Oed, so I suggest that you lay low

Cause I ma rock your cradle for that payroll

Put the hot potato in the Glock, and burn out your lucky charms out to playdough

Fatal blows, ain t no saving you from rocking that halo

Ain t no f*cking with us, it s like drugs, you say no

Laying it down, either ride a wave and then drown

Misbehave and get found in the grave underground, shake em down

Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown

CLK up in here, I m about to blaze rounds

And we ain t going nowhere, we gon break ground

Took what I can take now, I m here to shut the place down

Yeah we taking it there, and you ll get laid down

Haters better beware, nobody safe now,*

We got em running they scared, about to breakdown

No way you ll escape now, nigga it s a shakedown

(Verse Two — Cuban Link)

I m on the road to the riches, focused on digits, no more hoping on wishes,*

Never mix business and pleasure, the code is dough over bitches

Hands so vicious, know I ma Blow like the motion picture

Loading the clips up, f*ck love, my slugs gon getcha

Stuck to the scripture, hustled up from nothing to richer

Me and my niggas apply the pressure like boa constrictors

We not gon switch up, bubbling like coats in the winter

They still in the sentra, rolling with the coke in the fender

It s all an adventure, remember no retreat, no surrender

You wanna enter my center, you gotta paga mi renta

Puro Cubano del ochenta, all I need is a banger,*

To give you a muerte lenta like Emilio Ravenga,*

And I ll be gone till November, got plans to bank mills

I can t stand still, gotta expand and branch bills

That s the grand thrill, keep my hands on the steel

Never ran, never will, real recognize real

Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown

CLK up in here, I m about to blaze rounds

And we ain t going nowhere, we gon break ground

Took what I can take now, I m here to shut the place down

Yeah we taking it there, and you ll get laid down

Haters better beware, nobody safe now,*

We got em running they scared, about to breakdown

No way you ll escape now, nigga it s a shakedown

(Verse Three — Cuban Link)

Yo it s the Spanish casanova living lavish, 24 Karat,*

Toke a f*cking marriage, in Paris*

We talking parrots on my shoulders, hold up,*

They mad all over cause Cuban is taking over

I thought I told ya I m doper than Coke without the baking soda

Drunk or sober, jump out the rover, fold you with a crowbar,*

Throw a rope around your neck and do what Sosa did to Omar

So far, my repertoire get respect in no parts

Like Joan of Arc in Quitona Park brawling till dark,*

It s Cuban Link from the start, till I come across God

No holds barred, most niggas got balls but no heart

Oh god, like Humphrey, smoking cigars living comfy

Only in America, you gotta love this country

I m hungry, I want the bag of money from the chump,*

Act funny if you want and be that dummy in the trunk

Who wanna run with the Don Dada, nigga come holla

From the Bronx where they gun down punks for one dollar

Throw your hands in the air, this is a shakedown

CLK up in here, I m about to blaze rounds

And we ain t going nowhere, we gon break ground

Took what I can take now, I m here to shut the place down

Yeah we taking it there, and you ll get laid down

Haters better beware, nobody safe now

We got em running they scared, about to breakdown

No way you ll escape now, nigga it s a shakedown

It s a Shakedown… and you ll get laid down… nobody safe now

About to break down, no way you ll escape now, nigga it s a Shakedown

(Outro — Cuban Link & *Swizz Beatz*)

Nobody safe up in this motherf*cker, word up

Too many years of blood, sweat and tears

We bout to claim ours, you know how we do it

Clk my nigga, word up, Swizz you know how the f*ck we get down baby

South boogie down all around New York, this how we do it for real, you heard

We about to pop it off, no more games being played, (talk to em 6x)

It s for real (Cuban stop playing with these niggas)

Swizz Beatz, oh no they don t want no problems (they don t want no problems)

Yeah (7x) CLK yeah (I had to pull out the Ol School drums)