Текст песни Where I'm From (Polo G) с переводом

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Hah, hah, hah

We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG’s (Word)

Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)

Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)

Fuck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)

Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')

Where I’m from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)

Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)

Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)

20, ain’t made it college, but that boy got bodies, they charge him with third

degree

We got a problem in Houston, I’m strapped with a rocket, that boy will not

murder me

I’m fuckin' the doctor that serve the narcotics, see I’m on the lean and the

Percocet

Money, I eat it and shit it and breathe it and sneeze it, matter fact,

just burped a check

In the 'yo with BlocBoy and I’m with the NBA gang

Spinnin' on they block, boy, with two K’s, no NBA game, ayy

I do not fuck with no Nike or Jordan, I go do my shows in a Polo tee

I told 'em Fendi, Louis, and the Gucci, but you know I fuck with lil' Polo G

Down on my dick, I remember them days when the folks didn’t even much notice me

I flew to South Memphis to walk through the mall, now them folks like, «Can I take a photo, please?»

I was just thinkin' like back then was now

Ain’t no cap in my rap like the boy Backend Child

Like the spine in my back, no I’m not backing down

When Quando gon' drop? heard they keep askin' 'round

Hey, I was just stuck in the slums with a drum and Glock-21, I ain’t talkin'

Savage

Pull up on my ex and I make her eat D, I know she hate that I’m far from average

We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG’s (Word)

Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)

Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)

Fuck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)

Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')

Where I’m from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)

Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)

Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)

And I might put a bag on your head

Call them killers up when we plot to a diss though

Lost some of my brothers so we want war forever, we ain’t lettin' that shit go

Yeah, Lil High 'nem got me

Told me, «Stay out of the streets, just keep makin' them hits, bro»

My shorties get violent

He gon' start torchin' shit when he hang out the window

And he ain’t shit but 16

But he don’t give a fuck, he just letting that bitch blow

Thirty shots from this Glock make a bitch nigga duck from this stick like he

doin' the limbo

Pop out with the drip, go cop me some Prada shoes and my sweater say Kenzo

Before I had Crystal I was rotating hoes, stuffin' cock in a nympho

Fuck her quick then I’m gone

I’m an important man, I can’t give her the dick slow

VV’s in this Rollie, lil' ho is fanned out 'cause she like how my wrist glow

Lil' bitch said I’m the hottest, and I just laughed at her 'cause it ain’t like

I didn’t know

And this shit wasn’t easy, nigga

I had to fight in them streets like I’m Kimbo

We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG’s (Word)

Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)

Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)

Fuck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)

Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')

Where I’m from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)

Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)

Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)

I’m pullin' tracks like an engineer ('Neer)

Bitch, I’m in the hood, not no engine here (Word)

You face defeat like a pedicure ('Cure)

I’m getting green like it’s lettuce here

She hug me and want me to marry her

What do I look like, bitch? I’m not a teddy bear (Teddy bear)

These niggas, they say that they killers

But when it’s wartime, they shootin' up in the air, ayy (That's on my mama)

Damn, can someone bring me the Backwood? (Gas)

They way your bitch twerkin' and bendin' it over, I just wanna see if that ass

good (That ass)

I’m up in his building, that’s Savannah

I’m Grape but I roll with the neighborhood (Crip)

I’m smokin' loud pack, what is that?

This that shit that wake up the whole neighborhood (Crip, crip, crip, crip,

crip)

And if you think about robbin' me, bitch, you know that shit is a no-no (Huh?)

All this ice on me, bitch, I’m a snowglobe (Word)

Throwin' all of these bullets like Romo (Woah)

Kickin' doors, nigga, that is my motto

I don’t give a fuck, man, I do this shit solo (Solo)

On the C, man, these niggas are so broke (So broke)

I’m a G but I’m rockin' with Polo (Yeah)

We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG’s (Word)

Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)

Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)

Fuck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)

Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')

Where I’m from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)

Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)

Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)