Capital STEEZ Blackkk Krown (feat. CJ Fly, Dessy Hinds, Dirty Sanchez, Joey BADA$$ & Rokamouth) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

Tekst piosenki

[Verse 1: Capital Steez]

I guess niggas ain't know that I kept patrol

So excuse me if I'm seeing shit

Thinking I ain't have no self-control

Tell her eat a dick, cause I plead the fifth

I been had steez, I don't need to spit

I keep it lit, I got a keen incense

So I ain't gonna let a nigga sneak a diss

Or even feed my bullshit when I see the scent

Still got the same pros in the background

Karma came back 'round, this about cash now

King capital, came for the black crown

And the globe, so I ain't going back down

Cause I swerved with the worst of the serpents

I play determined I'm a make it worth it

Talk to him, like, state your purpose

It better be perfect if I pay for service

Momma told me to get my bread up

Drug dealers say get this scrilla

Just make sure you protect your ends and

Correct the errors, the progressive era

Never thought that bud could heal us

It got my head spinning like a double helix

Live fearless, and focus in like

Fuck your feelings, I'm above the ceiling

So one for the money, two for the women

Three for my niggas, brief intermission

King capital, came for the black crown

And the globe, so I ain't going back down

King capital, came for the black crown

And the globe, so I ain't going back down

King capital, came for the black crown

And the globe, so I ain't going back down


[Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]

Fucking hoes with they third eye closed

And the other two's rolling backwards

Girl just drop when the lingerie

Then picture gorgeous head while I'm getting faded

I see right through hoes, it's X-rated

Her ex taken, so it's sex tapin'

Thoughts escaping, no brain cells

Pop pain pills, side effect is

That I'm erect and that she's a wreck

Got the bitch wide open like she's dissected

Accept it, more monies than your bank accounts

We going all out till we all out, bounce

Pray to this beast, though, you pray for the best

Breaking your ego, damn, you look stressed

You diss a peer and expecting respect

When you whisper my name, dog, you sound like a

It's whatever, though, I'm still in the mix

With my pros and my niggas pushing bricks, it's a work zone

47 is my number, hit my work phone

Blowing my line, riding 'round with the AC on

It's hot, gotta have ...patience

The best lines in the game, ain't no refunds

And since life be fun, we don't know how to act now

Pro Era, 47, came for the blackkk krown

Nigga


[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]

Came for the black crown

Came for the black crown

Came for the black crown

Over heads like

Fresh cuts, who's next up? Next is us

So my Nexus One got text up by exes

All types of chicks I used to "F" with, "F" it

They all get passed off, get a "F" for effort

Glass jaw on records, these guaranteed smash hits

Believe that, I might drop a tape in the crash pit

Wait, we need that, it's that boom bap flow they need back

What I gotta do for a piece of pie though? I need that

But you see that broke folk with expensive taste got no

Cents but still flying to senseless places

Expensive states, I just pray that the adventure's great

Cause I'm to ignorant to read what this indenture says

I might have signed my life away today

And this road is the only

One I know back

In fact, so it's like

One for the money, two for my niggas

Three for the bitches, brief intermission

Brief intermission

Brief intermission


[Verse 4: CJ Fly]

Hope you know you're gonna be doomed when I jump in the pums

Don't wanna be smelling no fumes, so don't get it confused

Gonna get slued cooked like a stew, but I ain't, luncheon on you

Live on the edge, don't fall in love, but if you jump in it's cool

You kind of dusty, I ain't jumping the broom, like my chicks in they

Forties, cause they getting out bruise, check it

It's leave sumchins blue while this sumchin get blew

Gimme a loan when we're alone, ain't dumb so she gave me dome

Told me "Lick it." Said, "Bitch, you trippin', kick with your cameltoe."

And tell me how you getting home

Aw, shit, wrong hook

Fuck it, you from NY

And you don't like the Knicks, go ahead and cop yourself a dime

You get your shit authorized, and I'm a author on the rise

On the web, I'm like Peter Parker fighting crime

On the reel, that's how it be as soon as I drop a line

I'm warning you, try your best to not get out of line

Why? Otherwise, find yourself in deep shit

How many feet? Six, we don't want to see you eat clips

Moon child; my fault, son, if I was blocking your shine

Flying through Heathrow , ain't hard to make a hit with the way he throw

This heat though , been so maginecto ever since a nino

Now he grown, get to see the world with his brethren them

Going all the places that you've never been ever since

First for the honeys, two for the money

Three for my niggas, brief intermission

Work, work, brief intermission

Work, work

I said one for the money, two for my niggas

Three for the bitches, brief intermission

Work, work, brief intermission

Work, work, brief intermission


[Verse 5: Rokamouth]

I'm LRG in the smoker's club

The swankest 47 member with the dankest bud

Blowing smoke right in your face, that's that reefer, love

Let you peep the blunt, and follow as I lead

You could smell me around the corner, a odor of Sour Ds

Fresh zips is all I need, re-up to live this life

It's mine, it's not a dream to do it like me

Let them haters go free, brush your shoulders off, colder than the

Realest OG, I got my goon smile on so your

Shorties could see, I been rocking these joints way

Before I was flee, and I don't know who you want me to be

I'm just another emcee with this MPC

Roka flow, let me spit so cold

These bitches would never know that I'm coming so real

Off this microphone, I'm coming right off the dome

I be spitting so real if my niggas would know

We like one for the money, two for the women

Three for my niggas, brief intermission

Brief intermission


[Verse 6: Dessy Hinds]

Light-skinned nigga, but you know I'm 'bout to black

Always got that rap that make a fan wanna come back

Got back with the boom, crack with the chuneee; leave a capital

Cause I'm about to lower your case and stack soon

Cause the cash rules subliminals thrown at you, a king

Remembered in time, remember the rhyme, give 'em the bad news

I'm that crude, roll around the city in a black suit

Who could be that smooth as shots from every angle?

The words getting tangled, and the vocals getting strangled

Treating tracks like tracks, you know they getting manhandled

Pull out the weave, too; she too, ?

Rip 'em like a cheap root, then cheap shoot up in her free hoop

Won't stop 'til listeners catching ear masturbations

And the earwax gon' substitute for pre-ejaculation

And while we had 'em waiting for this hot shit like Haitian style

And Jamaican line, what's the precipitation, nigga now?

One for the money, two for my niggas

Three for my women, brief intermission

Brief intermission

It go like

One for the money, two for my niggas

Three for the women, brief intermission


[Verse 7: Capital Steez]

Old-school fixed gear with the paint chippin'

Real nigga, now I'm used to the shape shifting

And the ones that I came in the game with

They can't give a damn cause we living in the same system

Good writtens, I kick 'em to the curb

Just so I could get the recognition I deserve

Got to keep it down to the earth

14.7 K Gold what I charger for a verse

That's sumchin, Amerikkkan Korruption

But they act like they never seen a young man

Enunciate with such words in abundance

So fuck the world and let every last nun sit

And I be the hood doctor

My true shottas got the good product

Paparazzi got to look proper

But my root chakra probably Foot Locker

Partner

That's one for the money, two for the bitches

Three for my niggas, brief intermission

King capital, came for the black crown

And the globe, so I ain't going back down

One for the money, two for the bitches

Three for my niggas, brief intermission 

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