S.K.AYE - Hold Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"Hold Up"

[Intro]
Ho-Ho-Ho Hold Up!
Hold Up, Hold Up
Hey, Hey, Hey Hold Up
S.K
Hold Up!
Yeah!

HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED
NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED
NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH
NO ANY BONES, NO KILL AND SHIT

[Verse 1: S.K.AYE]
22 year's old, Mouth ain’t fulla gold
Twenty fifteen Pride of hustle show
No bullshit, no fake, although
I was born in the south where i stood to grow
My mother worked hard in police
My childhood was without dish in pieces
I'd rather prefer my suffering decreaseis...
Aye! Aye! Aye!
My once idea was, runaway from here
My Father was a sailor, in Okhotsk Sea
I haven't almost few, years him seen
Do you know when, world broken in teen?
In fourteen i escaped from N
But on theseall my Difficulties/Different didn't end
I was moved North side by Sakhalin Island
I grow, my soul is stand there is asylum
How Fifty said: I'm What I'm...
I’m a Lion but Short cutter mane
Standing ovation one moment
No ain’t celebration only human being
Damn...
We solve more problems with my gang...man
We sometimes don't understand...
In 2011 i created own name gang
Lion hand - this is my brand
Hustle pride - broke all system
Don’t need no mercy, mister, only listen, then

[Hook]
HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED
NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED
NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH
NO ANY BONES, NO KILL & SHIT
(HOLD UP! HOLD UP!)
HOLD UP, U.S.A FOR ME, (HOLD UP! HOLD UP!)
HOLD UP, R.U.S.S.I.A n’ HOMIE Hold up!
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, ALL MY PHRASE-E-ES!
HOLD UP ME, LIKE RUTHERFORD B. HAYES!

[Verse 2: S.K.AYE]
Look at me, young
Behind the wall
Straight in the purpose a ball in soul
Don’t smoke I dro
Upgrade now my flow
Living without rap game, no more
Imma king but haven't crown
Respect me & know
Who young and tall
Round around i get it to go
Cradle to the grave, I have it all...
B-o-o-oy!
I know, you wanna ask me “Who the fuck are you? “
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Do you really wanna know what i'm here doing
Do? Do? Do? Do?
Do you really wanna know, am I serious N cool?
Who kill beat
By Trey Major Hitz from my GOD-beatmakers crew, dude
No no tattoos, fool
I’m white like your shoes
I'm so nervous, behavior so bad, call me shawty pimpin'
From old school…
I'm here to be heard by you, truth
Ain’t in particular be new “fast food”
You in monster beats…. Choose…
Cuz gooood…..

This my show in theatre of my mind, deserve it
I something doing not always in time, unfortunately…
I swear in my speech, without anytime distortion
After 3 years, I will ride in Marche
In my brand new Porsche

[Verse 3: II Tone]
Yeah Nigga!
M-Town
Russia
You niggas better hold up!
II Tone!
Every day on the mission
Got the niggas rise the guesses
I'm the streets
Got the niggas are guesses
See ya can be me, can joke me
So i gotta stressin'
So i'm in the hood, in rude but in the question
I’m in the streets
My circle less the small, I'm so let about crowd
I keep it drink good, stayin’ high
Two the free bombs I can deny
Sippin’ molly with my body, a have nigga, so passin’ by
My coach no diffirent your wormy
That’s about yo check
The niggas sayn from the hood
But I seen the yet
I speak my mind, yo make no like, but no mean yo heard me?
Yo check in verse so drop, so bitch I set is clear
You see me in the streets
I’m alone, you no roll up
Niggas, bitch, hold up!

[Hook]
HOLD UP, HOMIE, I NEED SOME WEED
NO NO SMOKING, NEED PLENTY SPEED
NO NO MONEY, AIN’T NO RICH
NO ANY BONES, NO KILL & SHIT
(HOLD UP! HOLD UP!)
HOLD UP, U.S.A FOR ME, (HOLD UP! HOLD UP!)
HOLD UP, R.U.S.S.I.A n’ HOMIE Hold up!
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, ALL MY PHRASE-E-ES!
HOLD UP ME, LIKE RUTHERFORD B. HAYES!