Текст песни Stretch and Bobbito Show '95 (Big L) с переводом

Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches

Putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches

I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet

I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat

Is Big L slow? Hell no!

Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain’t got no hotel dough

I’m known for yokin' Japs, and beating 'em with smokin' gats

Leaving token Blacks with broken backs and open caps

So with that bullshit, step to the rear, son

The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one

Cause in a street brawl I strike men like lightning

You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then

I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mic’s

Where I’m from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights

Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug related

And we live by the street rules that thugs created

Clowns get smoked about a thousand folks

Selling pounds of coke

Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat

I’m telling you shit is about to get drastic soon

I’m quick to blast a goon

And break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon

I got the looks that make your hottie stare

I keep a shotty near

It’s that nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear

Tracks I’m known to roast until the microphone is ghost

Props I own the most, I’m leaving niggas comatose

Front and get your brain pinched

Big L will have your whole gang lynched

I started smoking dust and been insane since

This rap shit was a great gift

The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift

All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades

Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades

I cook the mic like a beef steak, cause my technique’s great

And I’m the nigga police hate in each state

Cause I’m the neighborhood lamper, punk brother vamper

Fuck around, you’ll find my silk boxers in your mother’s hamper

Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound

I’m from a wild town, you know my style, clown, so bow down

Word up, '95 style… I got my man Jay-Z here

Brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow

When Jay Z like Zorro, get in that ass, better luck tomorrow

I’m too much, nigga, so never should you rush

You need slow down or get your ass tore down

Check it out, I’m too cocky, to stop me you gotta kill me

And when I’m gone, you can still feel me, on the real, B

The shit is eternal, I rock the heavens well

Even if they won’t let me in Heaven, I raise hell, till it’s Heaven

Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives

Get up off me, nigga, it’s bad luck to cross me

I’m poppin' Crystal, shooting game like missiles

As projected, all hoes affected by this style

I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie

But the goody, pulling R&B bitches wearing hoodies

They don’t be knowin' the way I be flowin'

When I be goin' I be running the track like Jesse Owens

I disrupt the natural scheme, the way that you do things with a swing,

and have 'em rocking like…

You say never you run, if ever you come

It’s never you run so fast in your life to never have won

Come on and ride the rhythm, I produce like jizm

Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom,

for greater understandin'

I’m landing blows

And knocking sense into those that oppose me

Enticing when slicing through tracks

You’re screaming, «Jesus Christ, he’s back!»

And God knows he can rap

Me and L put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap

And me, I just take mine

Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that!

You never see me stressed, in a GS

On the prize, my greedy eyes can’t see no less

Jigga incredible, even my thoughts is federal

Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption

So you know, beating me will never come like a nun or tomorrow. I’m too

thorough, nigga

I make moves, cause bowels to move

When I’m creeping through your way

With a thousand little dudes

Armed with a piece like Islam

I make your eyes rise like yeast

Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y’all

Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars

Emcee’s trying to be the best

And even in dying, couldn’t be this def

I see no reason to stop cheesin'

Ever since L said, «Throw three G’s in!»

And we can get down and split the wealth

That’s when I found I could do it myself, I get up…

My crew be delivering hot lead when gats are clenched

Rappers I jack and lynch

Nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' the shit in rap events

Big L is the nigga you expect to catch wreck in any cassette deck.

I’m so ahead of my time, my parents haven’t met yet

I’m feeling like Billy Bathgate, my rap style is past great

I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake

I probably got your mommy strung

Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung

My clan plans to get Giuliani hung

Never had a gassed head, got loot cause I stash bread

Try to tax and I’mma beat your faggot ass half-dead

I stomp white cops till they life stops

For a low price, hops, cause my blood is colder than an ice box

On 1−3-9 you don’t want a block war

Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor

And every time my MAC-11 bucks

I’m killing at least seven ducks

I never was a follower of Reverend Butts

The bitch type I dislike, I’m rougher than a fist fight

All chicks ain’t shit, ain’t no such thing as Ms. Right

So we can never be a couple, hun

Fuck love! All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum

And clown emcee’s I be attacking quick

I’m on some rapping shit and some car jacking shit

I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black Ac', and put the gat to his cap,

click-clack. Sorry, Jack, but get up out of that!

My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate

I can’t wait to demonstrate this nickel plate

He didn’t listen to what I was speakin'

He started reachin' so I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin'

Aight, back to my man Jay-Z

As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage

And no I don’t have it; I get it together like a marriage

I’m seeking all rappers, I’m on my P’s and Q’s and carrots

Y’all don’t understand, well

Goddamn, don’t you know my status?

I’m flowing the fattest, mmm that is, mmm, I’m the baddest

No need to explain, my name the only thing that matters

For suckers who bite me, they find I’m a bit much to swallow

You’re thinking that’s hollow

The rhythm is too r-rugged to follow

I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam

Let me take a little breath… goddamn

The kid is a wizard

I’m definitely destined to make eight digits

Met up with L on the road to riches

As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I’m in the

Uh, whatever I touch, whatever I clutch

You know I’m gonna end ya

Uh, the nigga don’t play, hey, the nigga don’t play, hey

Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in

Niggas are do ducking, I’m boo buckin, fuck it, I’m wild

But a boo boo boo bam, what you

Niggas gonna do to the man

I see you brought your little crew… and?

I’m still coming with velocity

Check it out, Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh

Ain’t none of the clowns fucking around

Ain’t none of clowns standing their ground

With the crowned prince of the underground

Sounds like I’m ready to catch wreck now

The heats on sweat now, Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town

Punk, jump up and get beat down

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Ladies be coming out of their seats now

Shit I got crazy skills, it’s a pity the way I’m rippin'

Rugged rhythm through the city

Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty

I got rhythm, I hit 'em with rhythm, I

Hit 'em and split 'em, I did 'em, I get rid of them guys

J-A, baby, baby please, gimme G’s

Baby, baby, with crazy ease, watch Jay-Z get crazy G’s