Текст песни Tramp (Bleu Collar) с переводом

Girl: Aren’t they suppose to so. like have like something to do with the songs

that they come before or something

Reese One: Well I mean

?: Not necessarily

Basik MC: She scientific

Reese One: Yeah she got theories

Basik MC: She got the theories

Reese One: Yeah, yeah (laughing)

Girl: Shut up

Reese One: «Shouldn't it have something to do with the songs»

Girl: I mean I don’t know where they’re going but if you had like certain.

like the tramp song. If you had one before that. Then it would have you guys

talking about tramps or something

?: The tramp song

: The tramp song!

Uh, aw yeah

Da da daaa

Bleu Collar

Here to speak to the ladies tonight

Da da daaa

On how, black is beautiful and beautiful is black and you all that

Da da daaa

So holla at your boy

Da da daaa

Don’t holla at me no more

Pretty bitch ain’t worth the, measly portion of my clock

Can’t elude me, you’re sleazy, and won’t earn the sweat from my jock

They all bullseyes for cum stains

Negro’s hideous to think some changed

Ho’s is pea brains

Even a whole trough of virgins

Is just sluts emerging

Surging through the metro like a power outage

If I was me I wouldn’t let that misery invade my cottage

Cuz nine times out of eight, bitches full of shit

I said nine times out of eight, bitches yap and shit

Emotions get clipped and shit happens quick

A dame always coming off the bench from some, ex-heathen

A month of you, he’s back from the back and she’s on her back with her chest

heavin'

Y’all must have not seen casino

It always leads back to that cat

And they looking for investors like the NASDAQ

But you can have that

Cuz over here them boys don’t hand out sponsorships

But lately I’ve been trying to commit and your throat and my dick can have a «serious relationship»

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

What are you doing

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

Just who do you think you’re foolin'

You let a cat run up in ya for your nails and hair did

And floor seats at the Laker game ha ha

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

Just watch who you’re screwin'

You don’t like to get snatched up?

Well I don’t like to feel fucked

By no slut who is way out of touch with reality

Living fallacies and delusions of grandeur

Damn whore, sure can lie

Won’t blink an eye

Trashy bitch got her life stuck in a video

With Lil Kim and them, popping coochie

She in the Central wearing gucci

Tramp that shit don’t match and there’s a clown out there that’s gonna say that

match

Look Fella, you shoulda stayed away from Cinderella

Cuz she’s raining bullshit and you don’t have an umbrella

When she tell ya, about her aspirations and her hopes

She ain’t tell you that she like you cuz she think you selling dope

Or that she think you ugly and you hella overweight

But your XK8 made your ass look great

I’m straight, I’d rather see spend my money on a nazi

Then to be «heart broke» cuz a sorry bitch got me

I’m prone to go Pretty Tone, hard on a skirt

Being looked at like a jerk is better than being worked

For what it’s worth

I wasn’t like this since birth

But I’ve been burnt a couple times just trying to be nice

To a lowlife who will never have no life

Go head call her your wife so she can ruin your life

I’m chilling

I fuck ho’s with no feelings

Who admit that sluts and take shits on trust

There is no us, only me and only you

Cuz if you was my girl then I’d care what you do

And we gon keep this strictly physical cuz that’s just how I do

And if somebody is breaking they self then it has to be you

I don’t make the same mistake twice I’ve been this way before

And I know better then to let my feelings get wrapped up in a whore

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

What are you doing

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

Just who do you think you’re foolin'

You let a cat run up in ya for your nails and hair did

And floor seats at the Laker game ha ha

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

Just watch who you’re screwin'

I don’t care what your eyes tell you

But dames don’t vary

They all conniving stupid pretty ass backwards plus scary

Beat a bitch like a man, so for a whole week and half I was convinced her name

was Larry

Finest cat hair

Gain my trust, then cross me

Would have shattered her whole cheek structure

But bail and hospital fees kinda costly

Reason you need to utilize a comma and just pause on the drama

Come on now, tell me the truth, you’re uncouth

In the disco getting fingered by the DJ booth

And you can’t lie, tell me the truth

I busted a load so fierce knocked out your front tooth

Dinner and a Molson pitcher’s not what you need

You need a train ran on you at light speed

The double standard reads bullshit

Hype damsels in the bucket

Homies like fuck it

When I’m steering the lex

They damn near molest me in the intersection

Roll shotty in the Taurus knockers don’t swivel in my direction

Shit

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

What are you doing

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

Just who do you think you’re foolin'

You let a cat run up in ya for your nails and hair did

And floor seats at the Laker game ha ha

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

Just watch who you’re screwin'

It goes tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

What are you doing

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

Who do you think you fooling

You let a dude smash anytime he wants so you can hit the town in his Escalade

Ha, ha

I said tramp, tramp

Tramp, tramp

Just watch who you’re screwin'

Man It’s a god damn shame y’all made a decent nigga like me

A nigga that wanted a girlfriend

Like totally against bitches, man

You make it so hard to trust your funky, trifling, sorry, lying without a

fucking glitch in your face ass

You sorry bitch you make me sick man

My motherfucking feelings is hurt

(laughter)

Reese One: No, no go ahead

Girl 2: I was gonna say something for the tramp song to make people understand.

Because I know this is laid out pretty clearly, but something to make the

females that are listening to your songs, that do like your music,

actually understand why you think the women you are speaking of are so called

tramps

Reese One: No, I don’t wanna. They’re not that intelligent