Текст песни Spitz Network (feat. C.O.S. & Yukmouth) (Brotha Lynch Hung) с переводом

Yuk that project nigga, I was forced to hustle

I was forced to tussle drugs slangin' that born to bubble

Nigga back and forth to court in trouble

Cuffed by the task force in trouble

I won a Porsche from the juggle

Pocket full of stones like Barney Rubble cursed by the devil

Birds on the level of a kingpin smirk on the bezel

I hit the hood inside my Esco-lade, make the ghetto say

Yuk so ghetto wid his ghetto ways

My ghetto pays, three and four bricks a day

Pop Cris and play, the hardest representin' the Bay

I fuck free puffin' trees inside me luxury way

Y’all ain’t tellin' me shit I’m tryna fuck celebrity chicks

Yo rockin' a throwback seventy six, I got grand from eighty seven

Ya bitch nigga always said I’d be rich

The fans hit dead at the strip

I still get executive chips

Distribution deal executive shit

Yuk and Lynch what’s better than this

Let the veterans spit

Infra red in the clip deaden ya lip

Ya bitch rappers better step shit up

Call me Texas Yuk, fuck a van I rock the Lexus truck

Wit the Smoke-A-Lot logo gear

Get ya coastal on a promo

Yuk out of this world like Hans Solo

Rap-A-Lot mafioso cop birds from Acopolco

Real talk to mock vocals

Fuck the cops and po-pos, headlocks and choke holds

They put me in again I pop the four-fours drop them homos

And learn that the Glock is no joke

And learn that the Blocc is no joke

Slang rocks and snort coke, we cook kis like gumbo drops

We chop O-Z's to jumbo rocks, pay off Colombo cops

Beef with me the funk won’t stop

The gun expert let the tech burst the Spit Network

It’s the Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on

The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on

The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on

The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on

The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on

The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on

The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network

Homie the human gas nozzle, twenty four gallons a shell on you

Then I bail on you, somethin' smell on you you tell homie

I’m sicker than malt liquor wid the gin mix wid a fifth of brandy

And I’m hard like Chinese trigonometry you niggas can’t understand me

When I, go to plan C and shift gears like a five point O

Dick click, I’ma let one go, everybody get on the floor

I got that petrol my momma ain’t around and I can’t let go

And I’m bound to run up in a high speed butt naked and let the techs go

Bound to give my 'ut two children and hit the nitro

Catch me on a summer night, bleedin' ya sector

Eat 'em up like Hannible Lector leave blood on the walls

Meat in my jaws, heat in my claws bleed her on the walls

Beat up your dog with ease

Teflons and I’m so tired of bein' stepped on

And when I’m done with you niggas you’ll be so tired of bein' crept on

In blue with my nigga, Yukmouth he in all red

I’ll leave 'em all dead call me the hog head spit raw lead

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You see I hops outta somethin' bout as old as me

And then I drops off somethin' or I pops off somethin'

While these hot dogs stuntin' I’m just playin' my part

Back streets fuck the frontin' I like to stay in the dark

I pack heat that crack bubbles so just let the games start

Gimme a corner I got hustle I’ll be ballin' by dark

So fuck the feds and the NARCs they just slowin' me down

Cause I be paranoid now when I be rollin' around

But I’m shark off the water call me deep sea rider

Hop out the lark wid four five and then I sneak three by ya

Before ya realise you been hit my nigga Lynch beside ya

With the nozzle of his grill stuffed an inch inside ya

Flood ya nostrils wid ya head we make ya bleed like hoes

When we plug you up what follows make you freeze like poles

It ain’t nothin' 'til ya partner’s got the greasy nose

Holdin' his tummy for weeks at a time livin' like old dudes

Ya see down in the alley sippin' on old brew

It’s the East levy in alligator and old school

Nikes lock the cops escape paper like it was owed to me

You bitches hoes to me, you’ll give the O’s to me

These streets are cold to me, it’s gettin' old to me

Now I drink straight out the bottle just like it’s sold to me

Now I don’t believe in tomorrow until it’s shown to me

I put ya name on my hollows spit at ya home homie

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I’m bout to set it off like deaf Gebby gebby

Shoot out ya little house on the prarie

Eat out ya raw insides if ya dare me

Open up ya heart like a Christian be aware of me

Fixin' niggas like a hysterectomy, you won’t get respect from me

Right up in ya chest wid these, heat up ya whole set wid these

T-O-E's cause I be offa these O-E's

Handin' out these notes please like food stamps

I’m givin' niggas stomach cramps

You hear me and Yuk and C-O you start to panic

I’m a, manic depressive givin' motherfuckers chest lifts

Chuck niggas we the siccmade nemesis

Better respect this before I

Hit ya to fuck up wid that wet shit and

Dope get ya neck flipped wrecked

To the ninety six you fall

Drippin' blood off my hand G that’s death

Without poverty jam straps in ya rib trust me

Better act right fuck a jack knife that night

Bullets’ll hit ya crib shootin' through cushions in ya livin' room

You won’t be livin' soon, it’s goin' in 'em soon

Do the asshole to ya womb nigga

Ya like that don’t ya?, good, I’m right back dumpin

At that ass and I’m fast to flash

Cut you up like Grandmaster Flash

And I pass the ass, dumpin' lead toes action pad

And I bag the cash, you sit and wait for the Glad bags

And the aftermath, coroners come grab the bags and pack the truck

While I stack the bucks put you in the back of the truck nigga

That’s what’s up nigga

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