Текст песни 6 Minutes (Fabolous) с переводом

And I brought two of my niggas with me

And we about to shut the industry down

Ayo Weezy let’s get it popping!

Hit me, Fuck that shit this the south side

Got a fat dick when your mouth wide, in front then take it outside

Nah do it right here, nah, how 'bout later on

Yeah when everybody home

Look, you fucking with Weezy F baby, please say the baby

Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady

Triple gold D’s Vogue tires on the whip

Young Carter sliding out, I’m flyer than the whip

Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil

The pot or kettle, uh

The metal let 'em burn like Usher but worser

If there’s any beef, I come Ron like Mercer

Word up, Eagle Street I’m throwing my curve up

We take your ice cream and turn you into Sherbert

I got flow I’m like «Sure» but

If it’s about dough, I’m like «Sure 'nuff»

I’m from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggas bird lunch

I see your lips moving but I ain’t heard much

You see the wrist moving, it look like pure punch

I hear the playa hating but I don’t endorse such

I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus

I got the Styrofoam poured up with syrup

And in the tires where the package is gone

Midas been a Goodyear with these Firestones

I spit like Maya’s poems, palming chromers

For the buyers chromosomes I got soma’s

I got Vicodin, Valiums I ain’t stopping

Got powder, heroin, ex, Oxycontin

And that’s how we rocking

How can you hear that bop unless I’m be-bopping?

Yeah, skip when you hear that click

Cash money, nigga, I’m that shit, Weezy Baby, ugh!

That’s what I’m talking about

Now Fab (yeah), spit at these niggas

And let them know why they ain’t fuckin' with you

You’re goddamn right I’m feeling myself

A chauffeur, no sir, I’m wheeling myself

Looking for a chick chilling for self

So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself

I’m having problems dealing with wealth

But you wouldn’t understand it, until you get a million yourself

You niggas must’ve got a deal for your health

Your CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf

I spend big, at any time I can start splurging

The twin SIGs open chest like a heart surgeon

And I’m buttoned up, I’m just a blue-collar crook

But I keep a stack thick as few college books

I got a new polished look

And 20 dime bitches, to show y’all niggas how my 2 dollars look

The boy’s got at least 6 digits on

So the guns gotta be at least midget long

The money, is like 10 bridges long

I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on

I got some good smoke just for puffers

The 2 grand 20's make the hustlers suffer

Plus it’s fluffer, than a cotton ball

I’ve gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls

But nowadays you can’t put it past 'em

I got a Dan Marino arm, I’m 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em

And the niggas in the hood keep quoting my lines

I don’t jump ship, I keep floating in mine

Long as I keep toting, I’m fine

I’ma have these dick sucking niggas deep-throating the 9

I jumped in the English ship, Benzed in whip

It’s Terminator 2 chrome, the engines dip

I’m reading scripts, no, not the penmanship (no)

The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah)

Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst

And still make a mill' on the first of months

These dudes be the first to front

'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front

I’m in the top position, I can make you a proposition

I’m in the hard top waiting on the drop edition

To hell with the patience

I’ma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations

Yeah, it is what it is

My niggas just killed y’all and I’ma close the casket

I’m trying not to let this industry get the best of me y’all

I work hard for the fame, the game’s stressing me y’all

All they do is complain what they expect from me y’all

From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y’all

And even overseas they accepting me y’all

All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y’all

I get a lot of dirty money so expect me to ball

But I’m saving all my checks, I’m investing 'em all

They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall

Even the stars, but success is my destiny y’all

Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y’all

You can’t name another cat that can mess with me y’all

At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y’all

I got broads crying trying to get next to me y’all

I got broads craving begging to have sex with me y’all

Screaming, «Cass you don’t know how sexy you are!»

And I’m happy I’m alive, God’s blessing me y’all

And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y’all

So I pray everyday but I ain’t praying too much

'Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain’t praying enough

And we all could be beat, and I ain’t saying I’m tough

But if it’s beef I don’t speak, I ain’t saying «What's up?»

If it’s beef when we meet then I’m spraying shit up

Prraat prraat, I ain’t saying too much and that’s that

'Cause that cat you embracing with love

Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood

Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close

'Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most

Some cats’ll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope

Burn the bridge and don’t give 'em a boat, let 'em sink

Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think

But sometimes you gotta give 'em the 9 and let 'em stink

You can’t bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink

I’d rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink

As soon as your eyes shut, them niggas’ll ride up

And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up

And we all gotta die but, I ain’t ready to leave

That’s why even if it’s petty I’ll be ready to squeeze

But put a cheddar in cheese, the guac-a-moola

I pop the Ruger, send that hot shit through ya

Like booya! That’s the sound when the pound busting

Ooh, ah, you’ll be laying on the ground suffering

Clown it’s nothing to pull out and blast you

I try to only resort to violence if I have to

But man niggas out here are playing fair

So before the odds even I’m leaving them laying there

And I ain’t even playing believe what I’m saying here

'Cause before this shit gets further your click get murdered

And thrown in a hole in the grass

For trying to play that thug role I’ll stomp a mud hole in yo' ass

And this Cass, nigga, I’m that sick

Full Surface nigga, I’m that shit, bitch!