На странице представлены текст и перевод с английского на русский язык песни «Party And Bullshit» из альбома «Sickology 101» группы Tech N9ne.
Текст песни
Cause, when it come to women, ya man Aarons good
I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood (chaa)
I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youporn ladies
I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me (chaa)
Till im lazy and achey (chaa), wanna get shady and tape me? (chaa)
Okay baby lets say we tape me inflating your trakey (chaa)
Im just partying I ain’t letting the tool spit (chaa)
I ain’t tryan have you haters layin below the pool pit (chaa)
40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit (chaa)
eat, drink and be merry mang and miss me with all that bullshit (?)
Aint not telling how drunk and how you’ll get
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that’s how we do’s it Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music
And they like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am)
What you mean? baby gurl I need some liquor too
Aye, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a picture too
Im F-L-Y, so why not? We can flick a few (fuck yea)
Knock the lenses out my frames and start the ruckus (yes)
So when I scream through the scene you kno you niggas finna crush it Max out on swagga, not your ordinary rapper
But I do my thing extra, like no ordinary madness (Gotya)
Keep that smooth movement so proper
They keep choosin on ya dude cuz I be’s all about my dollas
On the baddest bitch swaggin through, its not a big deal
Shit I receive more tongue then a double stacked thizz pill
Its real, what you say you lose the crew and (e)scape with me No need to slow it down you let them other suckas pace the speed, dig it? (yep)
Fuck it, imma party like a trap star
and probably get my ass thrown out for going that hard
Aye, Aye
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that’s how we do’s it Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music
Okay… you said 24 right?
Imma tell you keep it here
I go by the name of Shadow
Yo, yo flow miss me, buy vodka, get pissy
Roll with tech n9ne, bear arms and get grizzly (prrrrraaa)
Ever ready, a killer that flows angelic
Story telling and battle rapping who can’t sell it?
Should I speed it up? Nah imma keep it strange
My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged
The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back
Who told em everytime I see Biancas give her ass a smack
I need a bumps rock, fresh pair of sucka duckaz
Its a party, im bullshittin with moafuckas
Shadow fly, look at bitches with a crooked eye
Battle me? I think your favorite rapper rather die
Who you know could spit a flow this clean?
My notesbooks to 10th grade, I got so many 16’s
Please, I got a lot of hard tones, that’ll fuck up your view with a view
like Star Jones
Yall clones, my style is the original
Half you wack rappers just opitimize pitiful
But me? Spittin classic is a ritual
I stopped liking rap when the lion got habitual
Im sick of you, the streets turned me to a cetinel
Im so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you
Shit, can’t nobody out-rhyme me So Tech, call Trav right now and tell him sign me
(Hey hey)
We party and bullshit
Booze it with floosies (hey hey)
And that’s how we do’s it Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music
Yea… throw ya cups in the air if ya drunk like me, yea
Tech N9ne, Big Ben, Shadow, X-rated vodka and sprite boy
Перевод песни
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin’ black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is Where the party at?
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don’t get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
‘Cause niggaz is a mess
It don’t take nothin’ but frontin’
For me to start somethin’
Buggin’ and barkin’ at niggaz like i was duck huntin’
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is.
Chorus:
Party. And bullshit, and. (x9)
Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun with Jamaician rum
Conversations, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
we’re smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said Let’s leave calm
I’m hittin’ skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing,
Biggie breaks it up yelling Yo chill, man, chill!]
Can’t we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Li’l Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it’s on, and I’m gone
that’s that.
[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected lines]
Party. and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party. and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party. and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party. and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party. and Bullshit, (Yea. Junior Mafia likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
and Party. and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
and Party. and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
and Party. and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
and Party. and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
[Repeats until fade out]
[Припев ж / Puff говорить после выбранных линий ]
I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin’ black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is Where the party at?
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don’t get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
‘Cause niggaz is a mess
It don’t take nothin’ but frontin’
For me to start somethin’
Buggin’ and barkin’ at niggaz like i was duck huntin’
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is.
Chorus:
Party. And bullshit, and. (x9)
Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun with Jamaician rum
Conversations, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
we’re smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said Let’s leave calm
I’m hittin’ skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing,
Biggie breaks it up yelling Yo chill, man, chill!]
Can’t we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Li’l Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it’s on, and I’m gone
that’s that.
[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected lines]
Party. and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party. and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party. and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party. and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party. and Bullshit, (Yea. Junior Mafia likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
and Party. and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
and Party. and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
and Party. and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
and Party. and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.)
and Party. and Bullshit,
[Repeats until fade out]
[Припев ж / Puff говорить после выбранных линий ]