Текст песни We Run the Block (P Money) с переводом

Re-up then free up the Zs

Free up the mandem, beat up the feds

We love the gyaldem, she love the ends

She love the mandem, she fuck with Renz

That’s cool with me, we run the block

We on the radio, we on the box

Beat up the cops, beat up the cops

We got the say so, we run the block

I don’t really mix and blend too much

Don’t see Bonkz at events too much

Wanna play games? Wanna push my buttons?

Man love Ryu and Ken too much

Wait, you already said too much

Any more talk might get you touched

Young boy but I move like an OG

Like I’ve been around P and Jen too much

Don’t see Bonkz in the ends too much

'Nuff of dem man beg friend too much

Man told me they wouldn’t play my tune

Cuh I said beat up the feds too much

What? Beat up the feds too much

Old girl, she love the ends too much

Dem man can’t tell me nuttin' 'bout toast

'Nuff of dem man just bread too much

Re-up then free up the Zs

Free up the mandem, beat up the feds

We love the gyaldem, she love the ends

She love the mandem, she fuck with Renz

That’s cool with me, we run the block

We on the radio, we on the box

Beat up the cops, beat up the cops

We got the say so, we run the block

P Money and Jen

I know the rich kids, I know the ends

«What links you got?» Brudda, it all depends

Millionnaire questions or phone a friend

50/50s, 20s and 10s

Barber boy, man’s getting lined up again

I asked for the box, he shot me ten

Consigned me three, I never showed again

That put me on, can’t go wrong again

Dashed that sim, can’t use that phone again

Shows all year, got shows again

24 hours, two shows again

Man don’t speak but I hold the pen

If I get nicked, I hold the pen

Still a top shotta when I’m live onstage

Rinse that bar, reload again

Re-up then free up the Zs

Free up the mandem, beat up the feds

We love the gyaldem, she love the ends

She love the mandem, she fuck with Renz

That’s cool with me, we run the block

We on the radio, we on the box

Beat up the cops, beat up the cops

We got the say so, we run the block

We run the block, we run the ends

We got the gyaldem, they fuck with Jends

She love the mandem, we’ve got the Zs

Run out the babylon, run out the feds

(Brrr, dickhead) R-r-run out the

Run out the, run out the feds

See me with the black leather with Blacks in the ends

And we’ve gotta free Ruger, bring him to the ends

Mash up the radio, mash up the stage show

Black Puma raincoat, we’ve got the say-so

Billionaire Boys Club, shutting down bare clubs

Running down bare studs, we’ve got the loudest

Free up the bar, all the more rounds in

We’ve got the cognac flowing like fountain

We love the gyaldem, they love the mandem

Re-up then free up the Zs

Free up the mandem, beat up the feds

We love the gyaldem, she love the ends

She love the mandem, she fuck with Renz

That’s cool with me, we run the block

We on the radio, we on the box

Beat up the cops, beat up the cops

We got the say so, we run the block

Big up the hipsters, big up the goons

We bun the spliffs and bill up the zoots

I blaze that green to make me happy

But when it comes to Rizlas, give us the blues

If we ain’t monged out then we act like monsters

Get the bongs out cause the gang’s quite bonkers

I touch the fans, no sexual offender

And I’m the man, don’t question my gender

I don’t just rap this shit for free, sonny

I love the cash, they give me P money

Learned to dash through the OG capital

Burning bamboo with Kojey Radical

Raised in London, finger and thumb excel

Haven’t got kids so I just raise hell

But the kids with the ballys on faces

They run the block like marathon races

Re-up then free up the Zs

Free up the mandem, beat up the feds

We love the gyaldem, she love the ends

She love the mandem, she fuck with Renz

That’s cool with me, we run the block

We on the radio, we on the box

Beat up the cops, beat up the cops

We got the say so, we run the block

I am the truth, I am the trill

You man are replica, I am the real

I am the sickest, I am too ill

I am the hardest, I ain’t in steel

I am the rider, I am the wheels

I am the squad, I ran the field

I am the sword, I am the shield

I am King Arthur, top of the hill

I am too skinny, I need a meal

I need a belly, I need a mill

I had to rob, never did steal

I had to shot straight out the seal

I am the drugs, I am the pills

I am the loud, I ain’t got no chill

Fuck your EP, fuck your LP

I am the label, I am your deal

Re-up then free up the Zs

Free up the mandem, beat up the feds

We love the gyaldem, she love the ends

She love the mandem, she fuck with Renz

That’s cool with me, we run the block

We on the radio, we on the box

Beat up the cops, beat up the cops

We got the say so, we run the block

They don’t leave you no options

All black like the crows, back out with the foxes

We run the block since Lego pieces

And baby features taken true from common fables

They build these towers to harbour demons

But none the wiser

Roses grew from these concrete pavements

The older told me

A prepared mind is what fortune favours

Mind your business

Keep your lips locked, don’t give no statements

They don’t leave you no options

All black like the crows, back out with the foxes

We run the block since we get them options

Free up the Zs, free up them boxes

Beat up the, beat up the, beat up the what?

Beat up the, beat up the, beat up the what?