Текст песни Take tha Hood Back (Slim Thug) с переводом

Yeah nigga, the hood is FUCKED up right now

You niggas got shit all crossed-up, niggas got the game real twisted right now

You niggas is really hustlin wrong, you niggas got your grind wrong, manye

I gotta watch you ho-ass niggas

It’s time for the teacher to sit back in the front of the class, nigga

Write on the blackboard and teach you ho-ass niggas the rules, nigga

Cause ain’t nobody showing you niggas, how to get money the right way

If you gon get money, bitch, cuase you gon fuck E’RYBODY money up on the real!

Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers — open up your mind

A lot of niggas hustling backwards, need to press rewind

There’s some niggas playin dirty pool, bad Cali bandits

They crossin up the Trill and man ya boy just cain’t stand it

Motherfuckers need to be repremanded and straight jacked

These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect

Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga that compromise ya hood

Ya doin shit you know ain’t cool until the good

Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school

Using youngsters, they hits states, this whole shit on the cool

Matter fact, fuck the cool! You niggas need to hear me

Breakin bread with certified snitches, don’t come near me (don't come near me)

You niggas givin these canaries all these passes

Fuck gettin dough wit a snitch — get in they asses!

I’m teachin classes, Dope Slangin 101

These ho-ass niggas don’t want, none of Bun — I’m takin the hood back

Niggas gettin knocked goin fed and six months ya back?

Off with his head, we takin the hood back

Damn! I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat

Now you’re home, somethin wrong — we takin the hood back

Your lawyer’s all right, but he ain’t got it like that.

HELL NAW! We takin the hood back

We in the club like it’s good, and in the hood and you a rat

Click-clack motherfucker! We takin the hood back

I’m a G, hell yeah! I don’t bull

Got ya bitch lookin' mad while them Fingaz so full

I drank hard while you niggas drank Bull

But the boy like Diddy fed, Bam! got pulled

And I was taught to hold my own

Pick your spot and lock it down, brother burna zone, nigga

Hell yea, I’m bout dat, shirt slacks all black

Come through sunny side and leave yo house flat

Yeah I grind for the paper, fuck small towns, go major

Fuck a cell phone, score a pager

It’s young low Frazier, shoot good with no lasers

And every shot hit I don’t throw no grazer

Some killa talk nigga, and real talk nigga

Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off nigga

And I put that on Pat, Screw, and Steve

Young low bitch, I clap you and leave, ho

We takin the hood back

Niggas gettin knocked goin fed and six months ya back?

Off with his head, we takin the hood back

Damn! I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat

Now you’re home, somethin wrong — we takin the hood back

Your lawyer’s all right, but he ain’t got it like that.

HELL NAW! We takin the hood back

We in the club like it’s good, and in the hood and you a rat

Click-clack motherfucker! We takin the hood back

A thousand-eight grams, enough to get yo ass right

Ya smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo ass life

From out here in these trenches ain’t no FUCKIN love or second chance

Small-time offender, lose yo ass, you get enhanced

Speak not, keep yo mouth shut, investigate the whole place

Make 'em think it’s cool, follow that nigga round the whole day

The game ain’t the same at all changed for the worst.

Nigga got the less time cause he came wit it first

See I disperse to dope the most convicted felons — strictly G’s

No more Glock shit — rock shit, strictly keys

I gets my paper, I was taught by older niggas

Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, soldier niggas

I’m alert (alert), I’m aware (aware), I’m focused, I’m on top of shit

I show you how to stop that bitch, get ig’nant wit this choppa bitch

Tomorrow ain’t promised — snitch today, die tonight

We know your spot, me and my niggas gon ride tonight!

Niggas gettin knocked goin fed and six months ya back?

Off with his head, we takin the hood back

Damn! I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat

Now you’re home, somethin wrong — we takin the hood back

Your lawyer’s all right, but he ain’t got it like that.

HELL NAW! We takin the hood back

We in the club like it’s good, and in the hood and you a rat

Click-clack motherfucker! We takin the hood back

I’m takin back the streets, thang on the C.

On parole but I’m cold wit the heat

Candy coated rock baller (ugh!), twenty-chop crawler (ugh!)

Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain’t bout to call her (ugh!)

Theres a lot of niggas rappin, playin games

I don’t see none of the shit that you name

Where the car at? (uh!) Where the bread at? (uh!)

Where the girl you say that got that «fire head» at? (uh!)

Where the rocks at? (uh) Where the Glocks at? (uh)

In yo mind and on the mic — the only place it’s at!

That’s my lifestyle you rappin bout

I’m havin everything you pussy niggas yappin 'bout

When you see some cocaine

You say you got it nigga, bring me ten thaaaaaaangs

He gotta call his connect and shit

And he ain’t got you co-na-vict — nigga I’m takin my hood back!

Niggas gettin knocked goin fed and six months ya back?

Off with his head, we takin the hood back

Damn! I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat

Now you’re home, somethin wrong — we takin the hood back

Your lawyer’s all right, but he ain’t got it like that.

HELL NAW! We takin the hood back

We in the club like it’s good, and in the hood and you a rat

Click-clack motherfucker! We takin the hood back