Текст песни The SFC (Featuring Gigolo G, RBL Posse, San Quinn, Seff Tha Gaffla, D-Moe) (JT The Bigga Figga) с переводом

Gigolo nigga loungin' in the studio, with my boy JT The Bigga Figga, Dee-Moe,

Young Seff and the RBL Posse, with my young baby boy San Quinn

And we finna let 'em know like

We gonna, we gonna do a song, that you never heard before

Goes a little somethin' like this

We gonna do a song

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

The 415, the main attraction

Frisco, a place for action

Cars comin' through, without the brains

Whitewalls, Vogues and gold Dana Danes

Won’t be complete, without the beat

Two 18s, soundin' way too sweet

Hit the block, plan keep a bitch broke

Where’s the indo? It’s time to smoke

Man, I’ll sick up all you hoes

Suck my dick and lick my toes

Say what’s up to Dana, say to hell with me

He owns the Vogues, I hold the key

I drive the car and he rolls the wheels

Cougars, 'stangs and punked out 'villes

Especially young niggas growin' up in the hood

Especially when a young nigga’s up to no good

A con man a gaffler, out to get rich

Bust a nut off money, who needs a bitch?

See Frisco’s my home, I’ll never switch

Out to get rich, pimpin' your bitch

Seven days a week from Page to OC

Sellin' that pussy for an itty-bitty fee

Can’t sit down, because that ass is soaked

Fuckin' with Seff, a gangsta from Frisco

That’s lettin' niggas know about the bass in the trunk

'Cause Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

I’m a mothafuckin' money maker, smokin' dank and pimpin' bitches all day

Black Chris from the SF to the C

And for you bitches that are hangin' from my bozak

Young bitch, it’s the Frisco payback

To you marks, that’s all poppin' Frisco

It’s like this, you better make a wish bro

No mistakin' it’s the mothafuckin' money maker

And your mothafuckin' life is what a nigga take

Try to perpetrate and rush to my side

You’ll catch a Frisco left to your right eye

I’m not a gang banger but I claim a set though

Harbor Road, the place I get my cash flow

Young niggas in Frisco on a ride

RBL, YBG and we on high

Pimp a bitch for a minute, then we gotta quit it

'Cause the niggas in Frisco just wanna hit it

But don’t trip, I left your ass heartbroken

At least I left you with the dank and your ass chokin'

A young nigga in Frisco named Black

Fuck a nigga bitch, now I gotta grab my gat

Nine double-m slugs to his fuckin' head

Now he sittin' there dressed up in red

And the mark is now body-bagged in the trunk

He got the picture, us niggas ain’t punks

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

A million gang bangers in my mothafuckin' city

Sheisty-ass hoes on the nutsack, shitty

Why oh why, did I smoke the fool

Choked the bitch, then broke the fool

All some problems for the YBG

Nigga cocked the Glock, then he clocked the Gs

Puttin' that on it ain’t nothin' in Frisco

For ki’s and Gs, you know and late night turf hoes

On the Vogues come through for a baller

Nigga pushin' shit, flowin' like water

Some go up and some go broke

Some lay low, yeah and some get smoked

But I stack shit, 'cause you know I’m rappin'

and I’m 'bout to go platinum

And it just don’t stop, to the tip-toe top

Slingin' dope shit, like a nigga slingin' rock

RBL, came through and dropped it

Me and JT came tight and popped it

Seff lay low, lounge with a hoe

Jacked her for her shit, twenty Gs and more

Some say peace and some say funk

But I bang twice and then I pop that trunk

Punks are gettin'

Like catch some lead and gettin' thrown in the trunk

youngster I ain’t no punk

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

Niggas always puttin' too much on us

Sayin' they the hardest place in California

But we got more than cable cars and bags

Like hard head niggas in drop-top rags

out for the gankin'

Young baller players goes out on Mustangs

That’s how it is in

You better be from over there, 'cause you ain’t down with me

And since you ain’t with me, then your ass gotta go

'Fore your ass get got or straight the ho

And if you didn’t hear me better stop and listen

'Cause when your ass starts slippin'

All the way to the mothafuckin' Moe

In other words, if you ain’t from here, then your ass gotta go

So keep the Glock straight cocked in the trunk, with the funk

'Cause Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

San Quinn is a psycho on a mothafuckin' war path

Gang bangin', crack slangin', leavin' bustas in the body bag

As I stomp through Frisco, left hand on my pistol

Dank in the right hand, fuck the Cisco

And see a gang a niggas, speakin' on real shit

Drop top Benzes on chrome kits

Hoes switchin' that ass, hopin' to get a piece

Of the ballin' ass nigga, livinin' in the Frisco streets

Kilos, ounces, pullin' all-nighters

From Fillmore to Hunter’s Point, nothin' but fighters

Riches, snitches and a nigga like myself

A hustler, a grinder on the verge of wealth

Only fourteen but the dirt has been done

Since the tender age of twelve, I packed a fuckin' gun

can be twisted in the city of lies and gankas

Drop Cougars droppin' shooters and gangstas

Game is caught and sucked into the brain

I listened to it all my life ain’t a damn thing changed

If you wanna be a nigga Fillmoe handle it

If you want to get down and dirty, Frisco got scandalous

'Cause when you’re raised in hell you’re like a devil

Shut off at sea level, run the shit like a rebel

My nigga Gigolo, made the beat and slammed it

Pass the mic, dissed a fag and a dyke, 'cause I demand it

Yes in the '90

Smokin' dank, puffin' powder, fuckin' all the fine hoes

Frisco niggas, couldn’t be punks

Gats in the lap, sometimes in the trunk

San Quinn runnin' game called reality

I never been to the pen, but got the mentality

These punks out here man, they can’t handle me

Comin' up real in my mothafuckin' city

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

West coast lifestyle, playas in the game

Niggas just chillin', ain’t nothin' change

Move it up, move it down, move it over

Puttin' in work, goddamn I shoulda told ya

For the 9−2, niggas gotta come through

The YBG and the RBL crew

On a nonstop basis, suckers can’t fade this

Listen to the beat, Gigolo made this

My nigga Dee-Moe and my homie Black Chris

Mister C, I’m finna floss so check it out trick

Each verse, each song, each track made

Then you know that the Bigga Figga gettin' paid

'Cause niggas always talkin' about Frisco

What’s up with them niggas and their gettin' low?

Well I’ma tell ya niggas poppin' that shit

With the rhyme and the game and it’s all on hit

And then ya say really though?

It was mixed and recorded at New Balance studios

So what’s up to the big SFC

And the niggas that was down with JT

And the RBL click

And all you groupie motherfuckas just stay on the tip

And you might wanna fight

'Cause the flow’s so smooth and the shit’s so tight

But back to the niggas in Frisco

All the way to H-P to Fillmore

Through the cuts, through the strip of the backroad

Where the niggas burn the rubber off a fat Vogue

In the swamp where my cousin got the dank

In the L where they make all the bank

In the View where the niggas get merciless

Straight game but y’all never heard of this

Like my boy Seff says «straight servin' this»

I’m doing damage and it’s permanent

So all you hoes just give up the rump

'Cause Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

Just might serve they monkey asses again

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

Frisco niggas ain’t no punks

We got sess

And if you ain’t packin' then don’t say shit

So now you know, just a little taste of the Frisco life

I’d like to stay one love to the Bigga Figga nigga and it’s the Gigolo,

and I’m 4−1-5 thousand

Yeah, you know what I’m sayin', it’s the JT nigga

I know niggas don’t understand how us Fillmore niggas and us H-P niggas got

together to do this shit

But you know, that’s what time it is, we got to get our money on,

and we outta here