Текст песни Who We Is (OG) (T.I.) с переводом

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Aye, who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas everybody love to hate

Riding through the city with the windows up

(And how we live, nigga?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

Want the top spot, ain’t no runners up

Sorry we do not believe in second place

On a bus full of sluts, they can’t fuck with us

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

(Now who we is?)

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Now who we is?)

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

(Now how we live?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

(And what it is?)

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

Head honcho, war ready

Got the Ks and the carbon in the car already

Do what you do, shawty bust your move

But when I come back, nigga ya’ll you gon' get it

I guess it’d be best if I do my stuff?

Run up on your girl, nigga two guns up (Hey!)

Better watch what you do my guy, you don’t wanna make it me and you my guy

Cause if you get mad then a few might fly, but if if I get mad 22 might die

You can’t fit these in a shoe, my guy

They way too big, bang bang you dead

You take back everything you said

Fo' I put a hole in it, Imma drain your head

I wearing green when the blood hit the shirt, then I looked at the stain said

it ain’t so red

Mi loco, no comprende, all we do is get busy

I’m connected with the, it’s ain’t no hoe nigga with me

The realest in your city, whatever city you sent me

Was born a real nigga, it ain’t no going against it

(Who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Aye, who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas everybody love to hate

Riding through the city with the windows up

(And how we live, nigga?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

(Now who we is?)

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Now who we is?)

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

(Now how we live?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

(And what it is?)

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

Sucka nigga leave a bitch around, nigga Imma leave 'em both mad

The way I do a hoe is so sad

You ain’t tuned into this then pick up your remote pad

If a thug sending killers, send a hoe with the most ass?

I do a nigga so bad

Smoke that, that’s your ass

I ain’t never took shit from a nigga, but his whole cash

You’re so bad with the class you can’t gon' get the choke tag

Pussy nigga where your hoe at? Young nigga where your hoe at?

Might as well give her up, cause you ain’t havin no swag

And you don’t got the most cash, you ain’t even in the poor class,

your little bitty hoe ass

No fashion and no class

Every nigga over here been cool since the throwbacks

I’m a brand new Ducati, little buddy you a moped

Ya’ll better have Dro ass, we show you where the dope at

Only got two rules, leave a designated boat? man

And whatever you do, nigga, don’t mention name

I’ll break a hoe in four halves

My Chevrolet is running, he got 200 and 4 valves

Imma show you how to go there, for these niggas it no fair

I’m so rare, hoe yeah, nigga

(Who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Aye, who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas everybody love to hate

Riding through the city with the windows up

(And how we live, nigga?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

(Now who we is?)

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Now who we is?)

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

(Now how we live?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

(And what it is?)

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

Okay, I’m bad, and I got a whole lotta cash

Real fast, put it all in the stash

Ya’ll ain’t struggle, got a little bitch mediocre

Might get a little head in the slab?

Really need to cool it, how when I’m still toting uzis?

I’ll take a nigga slice of the pizza

Kick a little flash, spend a couple racks on sneakers

My whip got James Bond featured

Shit, my gang hustle, ain’t wait for a handout

Show my hairline, my pants down

Oh you ain’t ask 'round, better go and check my background

Fuck around, hear the Mac sound

Yeah I can laugh now, been a while since I been broke

Been broke, that was no joke

Came from a Pinto, all the way to a Benzo

Iced out Rollie make my wrist glow

Hold up, let me slow it down

Slow low, then some more rounds

On the way to your hoe now

And niggas don’t play with us, cause we armed and dangerous

We the face of the A-town

Hold up, I beg your pardon

Flexing on niggas, I’m sorry

Been stealing my swag, you could borrow it

Now say it to the face of the carbon (Bah! Bah!)

(Who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Aye, who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas everybody love to hate

Riding through the city with the windows up

(And how we live, nigga?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

(Now who we is?)

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Now who we is?)

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

(Now how we live?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

(And what it is?)

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

Imma show you how to spit this shit, if you counting syllables, Killin em,

it’s pitiful, leaving 'em hospitable (Dro)

I’m the motherfucker that’ll get at you, and I been fucking with your main hoe

since I was 22

I’m young and I’m thuggin' and I’m going out bustin'

And if you need a brick of that hard, give me some fuckin' with?

You know them boy straight, when I break down nick sacks

And I have them pussy niggas taking off from the click-clack (Bow!)

Get back, break a nigga off like a Kit-Kat

Where your bitch at? Where the bricks at?

You been in the gym working out, oh I get that

Well you can get six bullets in your six-pack (Boom!)

Oh, we need a goon to fire your ass up, put you in a room and tie your ass up

Nigga want a plate, then hit him with the butt

Of the K, in the mouth and wire his ass up

Crazy, please don’t upset the one

At hoes in the 44, tech the gun

Call me DMC without Run

Man, I got so much game I fuck nuns

Young Dro ain’t Hustle Gang, nigga please that’s just like UGK without Bun

And I got a mask on my face with a gat on my waist, street sweeper upset?

when I come

(Who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck

(Aye, who we is, nigga?)

We them niggas everybody love to hate

Riding through the city with the windows up

(And how we live, nigga?)

Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK

Want the top spot, ain’t no runners up

Sorry we do not believe in second place

On a bus full of sluts, they can’t fuck with us

And it’s Hustle Gang over everything

(Now who we is?)