Текст песни Thugged-Out (Tech N9ne) с переводом

Regime Life nigga!

What!

Speak on it!

Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne)

Uh

Phats Boss (Phats Boss)

Gonzoe (Gonzoe)

L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

Balla position

Regime niggas fuck all’a ya women draped up in linen

I spit this fly shit since I was 5 years old

On some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi’Gosh shit

Toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it

Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets

Bitches jock it

We ridin Benz’s, ya’ll still drivin 50 rockets

Nigga don’t knock it

But you need to stop it

Top notch shit

I used to cop bricks

Rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt

Pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits

Nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit

My click my crew nigga

That hard time shit

Criminal minded, posted on the grind shit

That cone silencer for one time shit

Turnin, pounds into ashes

Drinkin Cristal from the bottle

Fuck ya glasses

Smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic

The last trial was kinda drastic

Limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us

BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!

I’m A-1 Yola juss like the package

Delivered in triple wrappin

Niggas get blasted an put in a casket

Ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk

Plus I got my own record label

SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!

When things is usual we pop Christy

An stack them Bentley’s

Ya pockets empty pretending to be me

They name me Bossi

My whole click rich like we the Cosby’s

Slippin’s costly

It’s cut-throat so fuck a softie

In head to head combat

You scared to bust back

An trust that

Call the Regime we known to pull gats in black hats

Hop out the company truck

Give a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk

Now that we grown ups

Rock alligators an bumpin slow cuts

Juss like the Sho Nuff, we can’t be touched

I was raised ruff

Gang banged an hand cuffed

Fightin thugs always showin my guts, flexin my nuts

Hand me my 'Uervo

Flip work like we was Trader Joe’s from Cisco

Optimo, now it’s X-O

Fightin my for death

Pray it’s my brother that’s kept

When you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some

We got it bundled up

Gimme my scratch

It’s juss my turn an I’mma take mine

Trap

Nigga don’t get attached

Tryin to soak up, listenin

Tryin to locate my donuts an hit 'em

While we juss got on fuckin up my buisness

Never finished

Til we give up the plate

Extra innings

Swing for the fence

You think too little

Your world dance wit mud puddles

My shit Evian, I love trouble

Start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle

Big every down

Everybody got guns, let 'em ring

You fuckin wit me, let’s all go out wit a bang

In this last day, this last hour

Kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power

Lights out

Swiss cheese the whole house

Wit a gallon of gas to douse

Light a flame an flush 'em out

Every slug count

Miss an get your stripes took

Nigga this is real life wit real names written in the black books!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

(Check it)

Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit

Tryin to touch a quick one, number one biscuit

Turn an 18 to a full 36 ain’t jokin thats how we did it

We was natural born chemists

Ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist

Got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist

I got my degree in the concreate of S. C

Comprised wit gettin paper, an started investin in me

Utilized my hustle skills beyond my record deal

And time will reveal whose really holdin the skrill

Playboy ya lackin, ain’t touchin my tax brackets

You fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar

An if it’s on an crackin then my reaction is clappin

Is you gon' make it happen or is ya high cappin?

Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you ain’t packin

Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin max ???

Spent years over the stove in a mini-factory lab

Where illegal pharmaceudicals were sold

I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble

Then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

They call me Regime, cuz I’m way clean in stay Beam

Never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline

Throwin up peace cuz you know that I got you

Moolay kwa assalam rahmatuallahi wa barakatuh

Killa!

Rogue Dog! Rogue Dog!

57 venomous!

When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us

I’m from Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinda

Wit a scripta

Stickin out like a skin head at a bar mitzvah

Fuck wit N9ne get snuffed out

Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe

An my nigga Yukmouth, Thugged Out!

Any nigga wit the bombay

Never con-ways displayed

So-right, so-tight

New York niggas say be John Blazed

I been to the ringa

Scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer

Wit desert eagle, tech meezle

A a nigga, a drop a

I die a lil nigga

Leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer

Slit ya throat then we skip out, «I Know What You Did Last Summer»

Ain’t nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas

Bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures

Get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya’ll we seperatin yo jaw

Fuckin yo hoes dog

Lickin toes, balls

Makin mutha fuckin clothes fall

Oh! You mutha fuckas dont know!

At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe

To the brain nigga

REGIME KILLAS keep the function poppin

You really wanna know what time we leave, shit…

YES!

REGIME KILLAS… NIGGA!!!