The Chase, Part II - A Tribe Called Quest - текст песни и перевод слов, слушать онлайн бесплатно

1993 язык: английский

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Песня The Chase, Part II группы A Tribe Called Quest из альбома Midnight Marauders была записана в 1993 году лейблом Zomba, язык песни английский, ниже вы найдете ее перевод на русском языке, песня исполняется в жанре иностранный рэп и хип-хоп, вы можете слушать ее, изучить слова или скачать текст бесплатно, прокомментировать, как саму песню так и смысл который она в себе несет.

исполнитель:

A Tribe Called Quest

альбом:

Midnight Marauders

лейбл:

Zomba

жанр:

Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп

I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out

Them can’t touch we, no them can’t touch we

Them can’t hold we, no them can’t hold we

Them can’t touch we, no them can’t touch we

Them can’t hold we, no them can’t hold we

(Damn Phife, you got fat!)

Yeah, I know it looks pathetic

Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics

Needless to say boy I’m bad to the bone

Making love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone

But um, no time for jokes, there’s bills to be paid

Hoes to be laid, punks to be sprayed

Chumps to attack, so my man watch your back

'93 means skills are a must, so never lack

Sit back and learn, come now watch the birdie

Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde

Battling, whenever—hot damn!

Give me the microphone boy, one time, bam!

Keep it on the cooler cos here come the heat

Lyrically in space the jazz will pace the beat

As we proceed to elevate you we in 4/4

Run and tell your dad the Abstract’s the bad

As we proceed to move your hind parts we know as ass

Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras

To make the average hardrocker cock the Glock

And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot

I be ingredients, like sugar in candy

If your life is broke, girl I’ll be the handy-dandy

That can mend you, my fee is a shower

For you, I scrub the back and I floss the butt crack

Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff

Fucking with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts

A-yo, my mic is sounding bugged, Bob Power, you there? (Yeah)

Adjust the bass and treble make my shit sound clear (clear, clear, clear, clear)

I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out

Move back yourself man, come watch me drop it

For sure me a go do it, for sure me a go rock it

Me not deal with no changaram, bangaram business

I got soul on the end, like Jehovah’s got the witness

Musically, the three, poetically we be

The enchantment on the airwaves, kids just fade

Obey the MCs, cos the MCs say

We flipping on niggas like we Super Dave

But noticing my stature, y’all niggas know we gotcha

Moving to the rapture, listen how we catch ya

Moving with the grace, here we go, let’s begin

Making people jump out their goddamn skin

Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin

Peace to Grand Pu and his many many skins

Don’t mark us for the 'L' cos you know we get the wins

It’s the Ab, Shaheed, and the Dawg for the blend

(I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out)

And I wanna say peace to my man Bob P, my man Jerod (I'm bound to wreck your

body and say turn the party out)

(I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out)

And Skeff Anslem on the help out — and we out like shout (I'm bound to wreck

your body and say turn the party out)

(I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out)