Forever M.C. & It's different Lights Out (feat. The Boy Illinois, Passionate MC & Hopsin) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

Tekst piosenki

[Intro: Passionate MC]

Oh my, oh my

You see, we gotta hop in the game and show 'em

We can do what they do but a little bit better

You know what I mean? What up Hop


[Verse 1: Passionate MC]

I just got up off the phone with my nigga Hopsin

He was like: "How long 'til you think it's droppin'?"

What's droppin'? You talkin' 'bout my album bih?

And that pushed me to the edge of the balcony

Dove in it, rose winnin', no sippin' with the toes drippin'

I was flow switchin' with the gold shiverin'

'Cause his whole vision was to go get it

With the pages to write, aim 'til it dry

Made a new rhyme, laid it on the mic

I continue the game until it was high

Even further than the fame and the lights

Stop boy, I'ma show you what I got boy

All my niggas rockin', we gon' get it poppin'

On the day this album drop boy

Everybody gonna play you right

I remember when I hate the light, take advice

Everything you gotta sacrifice and put that work in every day and night

Timin' on the clock, timin' on the clock

See the grindin' never stop, grindin' never stop

Woah hey watch me thinkin' up the plot

Hey finger lickin' with the pot, hey trigger finger with the shot

Hey hit it for the go with a little bit of pain when they get it through the smoke

Give it up the pain in the middle of the show 'cause he never been afraid livin with it exposed

Gotta make a name stick it in my own lane

While they get the propane gotta better let it explode

Then I can get in my zone, lettin' my enemies know, I'm in control

Oh no, he didn't flip, holy moly with the script

That's so Meek, get the sweep, fuck a Rollie on a wrist

I work solely on this shit, overdose 'em with the scripts

Grip the P, rest in peace, no emotion with the hits

Boy, boy, boy, no emotion with the hits boy


[Hopsin]

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Ya


[Verse 2: Hopsin]

Yo Passionate gimme the track I'm smashing it

I'm backing this you can't forget

Then I'm handing motherfuckers they ass again

And you know I'm only repping Los Angeles

We savages, and we ain't to play with

Y'all done dug a new grave to lay in

I played your mixtape, it ain't amazin'

I saved the game, my new cape just came in

It's safe to say that my swag is on god

Why you motherfuckers always actin' so soft?

Where your bitch at? I snatch her clothes off

Then smash the ho raw then after doze off (sorry, sorry)

She just a rebound, I lost my mind and it's nowhere to be found

Fuckin' with me then you will catch a beat down

You better keep 911 on the speed dial

I been on dumb shit, mentally dysfunction

From being locked in the dungeon, don't make assumptions

When a nigga on stage, I can make 'em get down like lunges

Yes it's true, solo I don't rep a crew, niggas like, "Who the heck are you?"

I dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof

Hold up nigga, you tryna step to who?

We don't wanna get into a weirdo nigga who don't got a brain all I do is cause misery

I don't know what happened to your career, it's weird, it disappeared, it's an unsolved mystery

I can do this all day bro, I'm a volcano, you should all lay low

Niggas claim they a boss on a small payroll

Man I pull up to the scene and take all they hoes


[Verse 3: The Boy Illinois]

Runnin' up a check like an incline

Double cup, mix the ether with the enzymes

No handouts, had to hand to hand mine

No cell, gotta hit me with the landline

I'm from the crip though, that's east side (yup)

Got white color crime on my visa (yup)

Got the emblem lookin' like a peace sign (peace)

Slow kills murder on the street side

Lakeshore, no sea side, left-handed if I ever needed drive

On average, I get it in the meantime

From the median and but I never seen sides

Get 'em to mo to the team shine

Just try to do it all season, 'cause I'm seasoned

Got most of my game from the pimps and the preachers

Sippin' Perrier and I stay lazy but I'm never tired like Kevin Gates

With a nation, on seven trey, I pray to Allah like everyday

'Cause a nigga lie like everyday, at the same time he speakin' of the place

3 piece suit with the Mary K and he got it kicked back like Mary J 

Tłumaczenie