Big Pokey — Who Dat Talking Down letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "Who Dat Talking Down" de Big Pokey.
Letra
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Me and my partners recline, we put it down
Roll, ball, but not out of control, sit swolle
A hustler out that Boss Ness Click
Crestmont to King, Grandpappy be the lick
See these haters kinda fear and they knowin
Big ol diamond rings keep the whole damn stage glowin
And I keep pourin, eighth of drank in the soda
I’m the mothership floater and precise rhyme quoter
And it’s over, cause me and that Poke, we done told ya
Mobbin just like a soldier in a big ol Range Rover
Hum-V even wanted me, Big Steve
Track records gon show I’m a run the industry
With a trick up my sleeve, blow the best of weed
And a million dollar stack is what the fuck a nigga need
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
(Big Steve)
Eleven in the mornin, I jumped up in my foreign
Popped up, cocked up, and my trunk was yawnin
Showin high in my ride, wide body finesser
Grippin grain down Gessner bout to bust a compressor
Tvs, VCs, that’s the way it go down
Screens falllin, big ballin sittin low to the ground
See we floss like true, keep the weed and juice
Paul Chevy sittin heavy in a two-door coupe
Mash four, top to roll, Bun B, with a long haired freak
Marquises in the piece, turn the heat up
Cause niggas be jacked, they some cheaters
Take the form of block bleeders
Drippin paint off the feeder streets
Sweepers in Tex, big Benz and the Lex
Five pointers in my ear, fifteen on my neck
Big face on the check, Navigators and Rovers
Twenty inches to the floor, with my V-12 motor
Now, who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
(Big E)
Who dat be, talkin down from my blind side
Crystal grain when I slide in my big ol G ride
Naked hide gots to be shown by Big E
Haters worried bout a G, but they still can’t see me
And Paul and P, bout to swoop in the coupe
We for real about the loot, watch the Glock nine shoot
In the hoop, tinted up mafia style
Loose lips sank ships, so won’t you close em a while
Ghetto child from the Southside be wreckin
Put my time in the kitchen, now them boys respectin
Still jettin off in that silver bullet
Capers I’m a pull and keep you niggas gal lookim
It’s on I be cookin pie, rest is shook and
Had to plot and plan, now the money’s been tookin
Givin the industry a raw naked ass whoopin
Can’t see us baby, cause all the shows we be bookin
(repeat chorus in background)
That’s for all you ho-ass niggas out there talkin down on real muthafuckin
Playas… We rollin muthafuckin Range Rovers, Coupes… Silver Bullets
Bitch… On Twenties… Wide bodies… You hoes better stop trippin… Roll wit
Us, or get your muthafuckin ass rolled over… Chevis Entertainment for
Life… You know who we talkin to, Bitch
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Who dat mad, who dat talkin down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroun
Tradução da letra
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Eu e os meus parceiros reclinamo-nos, pomo-lo no chão.
Role, ball, but not out of control, sit swolle
A hustler out that Boss Ness Click
Crestmont para Rei, avô seja o Lambe
Vê estes odiadores tem medo e eles sabem
Os grandes anéis de diamantes mantêm o palco todo a brilhar.
E eu fico com a pourin, um oitavo de bebida na soda.
Sou o flutuador da nave mãe e o quoter de rima precisa.
E acabou-se, porque eu e aquele saco, já te dissemos.
Mobbin como um soldado num grande Range Rover
Hum-V até me queria, Big Steve.
Os registos mostram que sou um líder da indústria.
Com um truque na manga, sopra a melhor erva
E um milhão de dólares é o que um preto precisa
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
(Big Steve))
Onze da manhã, saltei para o meu estrangeiro
Apareceu, levantou-se, e o meu baú estava a bocejar.
A dar nas vistas no meu passeio, o corpo grande finesser
Gripin grain down Gessner prestes a quebrar um compressor
Tvs, VCs, é assim que funciona.
Telas falllin, Big ballin sittin baixo para o chão
Vês, usamos fio dental como o true, ficamos com a erva e o sumo.
Paul Chevy sentado pesado em um coupe de duas portas
Mash four, top to roll, Bun B, with a long haired freak
Marquises na peça, aumente o aquecimento
Porque os pretos são roubados, eles são uns batoteiros
Assumir a forma de block bleeders
Tinta a pingar das ruas de alimentação
Varredores em Tex, big Benz E The Lex
Cinco pontos no ouvido, quinze no pescoço.
Cara grande no cheque, navegadores e Rovers
30 centímetros para o chão, com o meu motor V-12.
Agora, quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
(Grande E)
Quem é, a falar do meu lado cego
Grãos de cristal quando deslizo no meu grande passeio
Cabritos nus a serem mostrados por Big E
Os Haters preocuparam-se com um G, Mas ainda não me conseguem ver.
E o Paul e o P, prestes a atacar o coupe
Estamos a falar a sério sobre o saque, vê a Glock 9 disparar.
No cesto, pintou o estilo mafioso
Lábios soltos afundam navios, por isso não os fechas por uns tempos.
A criança do gueto do lado sul é a wreckin.
Põe o meu tempo na cozinha, agora os rapazes respeitam
Ainda se deita naquela Bala de prata.
Alcaparras eu sou um puxão e manter vocês pretos lookim
É sobre eu ser torta de cozinha, o descanso está abalado e
Tive de planear e planear, agora o dinheiro está a cair
Dando à indústria um rabo cru e nu
Não nos podes ver querida, porque todos os programas somos bookin
(refrão repetido em segundo plano))
Isso é para todos vocês pretos de merda lá fora a falar sobre o verdadeiro filho da puta
"Playas" ... "rollin muthafuckin Range Rovers", "Coupes" ... "Silver Bullets"
Cabra ... com vinte ... corpos grandes ... é melhor pararem de se passar ...
Nós, ou o teu rabo de merda rebolou... a Chevis Entertainment para ...
Sabes com quem estamos a falar, cabra.
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surround
Quem dat mad, quem dat falling down
Mad cause them ballers from the South showin pop surroun