II Sicc - Talez From the Sicc [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(equipto)
(chorus)
Yeah...talez from the sicc
Got equipto, dre dog mac-10 and my partna j-lo
These are the talez the talez from the sicc
These are the talez we spit when we lit
These are the talez the talez that we spit
These are the talez that we spit so sick
(Andre Nickatina)

This scrilla game that get yo mane
That like to hook upon your pager rap attack back
That sell dope to ya next door neighbor
Do ya make ya die like an arabian knight
You got the money fuck them hoes cuz the weed is right
Man I rip em then I hit em well
Bustin like a cannon ball
Treat em like a soda mac you know I got a can of all

(mac-10)

I close my eyes on these haters on these soon seen
This who it be 10 dolla n to loc and the d-r-e
We play this game for real time
And it ain't no tellin when I cross the line I want all mine
You better be ready
Im the nigga that'll be up in all ya face
Look around and Im in your place
Ain't no runnin or nowhere to hide
Im on your ass for the taste
You fucked up mine for the last time
Now you pay the price
Dont want no excuse for your mistake
You pay with yo life

( II sicc)

We on a paper chase
Down for the bread spittin raps from the head
Catch the vapors from the ledge
You know its dre dog and mac-10
Real g's about they scrill
Type of niggas that keep it real
Niggas that pack that steel triggas
Sportin gold lugz to hilfigers
Still bigga for my kill niggas
Fuck wit my scratch I used to deal niggas
Shit I been down wit dat pimpin hoes
In the black mo black on leather sittin on dubs
Tack the hot side and we be ridin smokin a twomp and a bag of bluntz

(equipto)

Im movin it like a vandal
Scramble just like Ran ho
Handle on a daily baby lovin a baby lovin to gamble
Takin over on all these channels and save yo scrill
Its top secret please believe its gonna pay the bills
Interprize my weigh in all the homies Johnny Blazin
And tracin on my fashion when I rap I shine amazin
Its time for all the creep slow and like when we grow
I hit em consistent down to dirty and to bell below

(Andre Nickatina)

I brought welcomes to you funeral and flowers to your wife
I gave yo mom a little money and I also baked a cake
They got me nicktearpin time and you ain't heard of mine
Im loaded like a tommy gun posses the quikin ryme
I climb flimb mine yeah to crack ya alpine
And put together word for the street design
I do it like its critical serve it like its britical
And know nothin now I keep lookin ???

( mac-10)

Look at me fucked like theres some other motherfucas in here
Im about my scrilla scratch and I bet my life is all real..... its all real
A lot of niggas that play the game ain't feelin the 10
But I bet you wanna fall off in the game you know im playin to win
I got nothin but slugs for ya nothin but drugs for ya nothin but mud for ya
In this game of tugga war
Im a boss bitch the John Ross of boss game da boss fame brought ya niggas the
Boss name

(II sicc )

Nicky come and fix this game spit shellin no bailin with ex-felons
No tellin what we might do when we inhalin the indo
Im here to fuck the world hoppin you hatters all die
Got the game twisted like curls all strapped up in my 4-5
Real g's about they scrill sayin so nigga thats real
So im stompin up in my steal zippin the side on chrom wheels
15th on my hit and while your bitch is suckin my dick got me bumpin II sicc
Got the bud and got lit and now you lovin my shit

(equipto)

Top rappin I make it happen cut off you ain't addapin
We laughin off the dank and walk the plank cuz he the captain
Break em off just like a fraction can't slip equipt traction
We passin the doger get any closer and im mashin
Quadrople up my tatches we blowin like a saxes
With a status that never would of happened without practice
I hold it to the sky berry still gettin by my life until I die
Ignorin all your replies like

(Andre Nickatina)
Broken feathers keep together hot cold any kind of weather
Pay a ho no never...she can't hit it ain't I clever
Stuck you like the convict especially when the bong hits
Lettin ya know yo how mad shere khan gets
Put you in the basket ya motherfuckin bastard
Shut you like elastic hit you with the tragic
Do it like its magic watch the way I bag it
Shake it up like shake and bake with raps I make

(chorus)