Текст песни What's Happenin' (Method Man) с переводом

Ayo, Tical?

What up, fam?

You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it’s good to see you, God

Good too see you too, God

Let’s take the streets for a little ride

Okay, we ridin' high

Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just—

—kiss the sky

Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth—

Bye, dead man—die

Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God

Yeah, yo

Come on!

I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain

(Tical), I’m bustin' that ass again

I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame

These niggas tryna see how I come? ask your dame

Ain’t it evident I’m hittin' it? (Yes!) Meth for President

Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it

And I ain’t delicate, flows hot as kettle get

Now if you ain’t fucking with that, you must be celibate

Spazz, just a little, got a sack we can sizzle

Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup

Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle yup

Put it in my next video shot by Little X

And M-E-F gon' work til their ain’t any left

I’m trying to get what I’m worth and not a penny less

Think fast, (Come on!) bank cash (Come on!)

Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on!)

This shit’ll make you rob somebody (What!), grab somebody (What!)

Stomp somebody (What!), slap somebody (What!)

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What!)

Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What!)

Brooklyn (Come on!), Shaolin (Come on!)

Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on!)

Bronx, nigga (Come on!), Manhattan (Come on!)

To each and every hood, what’s happenin'? (Come on!)

Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus'

Ayo, Meth—let me get at these niggas

Yeah

Now watch me back your shit up

I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up

Homey it’s time to move

While I’m seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your

Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas (Come on)

Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting

Aiming, attacking, instead I’mma let one of my bitches slap you

I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath

Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant

(Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure and then I apply it

And then your breathin' is stopped and totally quiet

Captain of this ship so call me the pilot

I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I

Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle

That’ll travel over your face and frazzle your shit

Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you

And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga

This shit’ll make you rob somebody (What!), grab somebody (What!)

Stomp somebody (What!), slap somebody (What!)

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What!)

Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What!)

Brooklyn (Come on!), Shaolin (Come on!)

Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on!)

Bronx, nigga (Come on!), Manhattan (Come on!)

To each and every hood, what’s happenin'? (Come on!)

That’s what truth be, my nigga

Let me talk!

Ha!

Yeah, come on, niggas, listen; let me talk

Can’t you see what I got for you now?

Shake your big fat ass in front of me now

To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas

We here to blackout, follow the story now

Just feel my heat, and you know I’m gonna

Just keep the street, but nigga

Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga?

And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga

See the police coming (What!), fireman coming (What!)

Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing (What!)

I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting (What!)

Me and Meth’ll step to you (Quick!) and smash something (What!)

Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards

Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder

Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it

Get back, running ya yap, I can’t allow it

Well, yeah, my nigga (Set it off) you know we seeing it through, God

The streets be needing niggas like me and you, God (Ayo)

I think what I’m seeing from here we got 'em wildin', yo

Logical, we should’ve did this shit a long time ago

I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes

Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food

Man don’t tempt me, I’m nothing like a curious child

I’m simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles

This shit’ll make you rob somebody (What!)

Grab somebody (What!)

Stomp somebody (What!)

Slap somebody (What!)

Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What!)

Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What!)

Brooklyn (Come on!)

Shaolin (Come on!)

Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on!)

Bronx, nigga (Come on!)

Manhattan (Come on!)

To each and every hood—what's happenin'? (Come on!)

Every day, every rotation, come with it

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Yeah, lord

That’s some shit, abso-truthfully; Bus-a-Bus!

Yeah

Shit, we can do it right now

Shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah

Yeah, yeah, ha! Huh! Yeah;

Lemme talk

Come on!

Ahhhhhhh!

Ayo, God

Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga, ain’t that some shit?

Meth-Tical!

Yeah—aye, let me know when you wanna do that again, God

Yeah