Исполнитель: Freddie Gibbs

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Песня: Palmolive
[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
It's gon' speak for us.
It should speak for itself, you knahmean?

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Kane season!
Fuckin' my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces, (Yeah)
Droppin' this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeakin', (Yeah)
Reppin' the fin, I pledge allegiance, undefeated,
Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the evils:
Hot pots, spoons, and needles. (Yeah)
Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles, (Uh)
Serving every prom queen and pookie with that vanilla smoothie, (I was prom queen)
Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah, (Yeah)
Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters. (Uh)
Fuck a track, ho sellin' that pussy on computers, (Yeah)
Pimping'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces, (Hold up)
Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish, (Yeah)
A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish, (Yes)
It's Mr. Clean, Pine-Sol, all Palmolive, (Yeah)
These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it, (Skrrt)
In 1998 I sold a Glock 19 chopper,
2018 I'm finna reclaim my fuckin' time and cop the Rollie flooded.
Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us,
We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days, (Yeah)
Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days, (Yeah)
I disrespect his name and he signed my face with a razor blade. (True story, nigga)
Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni, (Yeah)
Choppin' up this block white top in some Yohji Yamamotos, (Uh)
Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted,
Boy, I was gettin' away with murder before Denzel fucked Viola.
Gangsta Kane!

[Chorus: Killer Mike]
Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga,
Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga,
But the broke hoes, they comin' for your money, nigga,
Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga.
Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga,
Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga,
But the broke hoes, they comin' for your money, nigga,
Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga.

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Look, real bars are the ill bars,
These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods,
My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs,
What I did to door panels on them Windstars,
Gemstars left cuts in the dinner plates,
It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate,
Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate,
We all break bread like goin' Dutch on a dinner date.
The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches,
The serial number don't match the gift boxes,
The bezel on her Ballon Bleu do the Tinashe,
The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé. (Yugh)
Way more chemical than political,
PTSD from what I weighed on the digital,
It was snowfall, and Reagan gave me the visual,
Obama opened his doors knowin' I was a criminal.
I took a risk, I took a brick,
Took a road trip to a Motel 6,
Get it wholesale, and you know I won't tell shit,
Ride coattails, then he really want that lit,
Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga!
Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga?
Bet it all, roulette all on my wrist, nigga,
Like Cleo, settin' it off, takin' your bitch, nigga, ooh!

[Chorus: Killer Mike]
Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga,
Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga,
But the broke hoes, they comin' for your money, nigga,
Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga.
Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga,
Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga,
But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga,
Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga.

[Outro:]
I know a guy in my neighborhood. He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife. They had all day to go to bed. Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em. Next morning, his friend went down to the jail. He said, "Fred, don't take it so hard." He said, "It coulda been worse." He said, "What you mean, it coulda been worse?" He said, "Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?" He said, "Yeah, baby. It could have been worse." He said, "What you mean?" He said, "Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too."

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[Вступление: Freddie Gibbs]
Она скажет за нас,
Она должна говорить сама за себя, понимаешь, о чём я?

[Куплет 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Время Кейна! 1
Е** дочь моего пастора в двух цепях с кулоном- Иисусом, (Да)
Роняю дурь на пол в подвале, мои "Йизи" скрипят, (Да) 2..... [открыть перевод]

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