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Lyrics
Come, let me show you the ropes
– Quaeso, quemdam inter vos quaero
Chucks come with the LOCs
– Chucks veniunt Cum LOCs
Drums come with the dope
– Tympana cum dope veniunt
Guns come with the smoke, bang
– Guns veniunt cum fumo, crepitus
I just want the paper
– Ego iustus volo chartam
I just want the paper
– Ego iustus volo chartam
Gun smoke, Gun smoke
– De cursu ad arma apparanda
They say he a big stepper
– Dicunt enim magnus stepper
I’m just sayin’ I am not the type to get stepped on
– Im ‘iustus sayin’ non sum generis impetro egressus est
I ain’t got a big weapon
– Muniunt, illi manus haec et arma
Glock 17 with the switch, but the clip long
– Glock 17 cum transitum, sed clip longum
I ain’t finna play wit’ you
– Ego non habeo animale domestika, habest tu
Boy, you fuck around, I’ma have to catch a fade wit’ you
– Puer, irrumabo circuitu, im ‘have ut capere cecidimus ingenii’ vos
Get the blick in broad day wit’ you
– Get lata blick in diem ingenii ‘ vos
Have the lil’ homies run down while bae wit’ you (Gunsmoke, gunsmoke)
– Habere lil ‘homies currunt dum bae ingenii’ tu (Gunsmoke, gunsmoke)
Little man, dope party
– Parum hominis, dope partium
Got him out the night, but the nigga got four bodies
– Nocte surrexit autem quattuor corpora nigga
Who want smoke? Nobody
– Qui vendidit fumum? Nemo
Goin’ once, goin’ twice, don’t want to smoke nobody
– Ite ‘semel, goin’ bis, nolo fumigare nullus
Tell me what you know ’bout it
– Dic mihi quid scis ‘ praedura palaestra
Strapped right now, nigga, how you want go ’bout it?
– Nunc accinctus, nigga, quam vis ire ‘ praedura palaestra est?
I’m not the one you lean on
– Non ego sum ille qui pulsat
The type you wanna try apply pressure to and scheme on
– Genus quod vis conare pressionem adhibere et rationem on
Pussy nigga, dream on
– Pussy nigga, somnium
Run, nigga, run ’til I have to click the beam on
– Curre, nigga, curre ‘donec habeo click trabem in
Red dot ya, I got ya, B.I.G. time (Woo), who shot ya?
– Rubrum dot ego got ya, b. I. g. tempus (Woo), quae iaculat ya?
I dropped ya, who popped ya? Shit lit
– Ego sum qui sum, qui sum? Cacas lit
Soon as I spot ya, ooh-wee
– Et, cum exaudierit eum, ibo
Why would you be fuckin’ with me? (Gun smoke, gun smoke)
– Couche avec sa putain. (Fumus Gun, fumus gun)
Let’s take a second here for this moment of violence
– Sit scriptor accipere a secundo hic ad hoc momentum violentiam
You smell it in the air, product of my environment
– Hosne tu olores esse narras, prodotti di design realizzati interamente made
I come from freestylin’ over gunshots and sirens
– Ego veni a freestylin ‘ super sclopeta et sirenes
Nothing more gangster than my voice over these violins
– Nihil amplius quam vox gangster super haec violins
Get down, lay down, it’s the wolf of the Dogg Pound, yeah
– Descende, pone, suus Lupus Canini Librae, yeah
Playground, shakedown, Autobahn, no brakes now
– Theatrum, shakedown, Autobahn, nulla iaculis nunc
Skinny nigga back pushin’ weight now
– Nigga invalidi tergum pushin ‘ pondus nunc
New Death Row on the plate now
– Nova Mors Versu in laminam nunc
More details, please do tell
– Plura, quaeso, indica
What’s that smell, nigga? (Gun smoke, Gun smoke)
– Quid de odore? (Fumus Gun, fumus Gun)
Shit, you would too, if you knew
– Tu quoque stercore, si scirem
What a young nigga had to do
– Quod erat puer nigga facere
Rendezvous with a Pac or two
– Rendezvous cum Pac vel duobus
Rock shit up like Mötley Crüe
– Petra stercore sursum Sicut Mötley Crüe
In this fight, you gotta stick and move
– In hac pugna, redditus lignum unum, et moventur
All my life, I had to show and prove
– Omnes vitae meae, ut ostenderet mihi quoque et probare
Still a nigga with a attitude
– Adhuc a nigga cum habitus
If you ain’t gangster, this is not for you
– Si non esset repleta aere, non esset a te
Yeah, bullet holes in the palm trees (Palm trees)
– Yeah, glans foramina palmarum (palmarum)
Dirty money in the laundry (Laundry)
– Pecuniam sordidam in lauandi (Lauandi)
Ten toes in the concrete (Concrete)
– Decem digitos in concreto (Concreto)
Niggas know where to find me (Find)
– Nichil scitote ubi me inveniat (Reperio)
I got a long reach, this Long Beach, but we don’t speak
– Hoc Litus longum accepi, sed non loquimur
And you saw what happened to the last nigga
– Et vidi quod factum est ad ultimum nigga
That tried to fuck with my proceeds (Gun smoke)
– Couche avec sa putain (fumus Gun)
I remember when I was thirteen
– Ego memini, cum essem tredecim
Searchin’ for how to get my revenge on the world that hurt me
– Searchin ‘ quam impetro vindictam meam in mundo qui mihi nocuerunt
Thirsty for commas, them double entendres
– Sitientes commatibus illis duplex entendres
Turned me to an entrepreneur and a monster
– Eum velim tibi monstrare
Constantly caught in some kind of controversy (Gun smoke, Gun smoke)
– Constanter captus in aliqua controversia (fumus Sclopetis, fumus Gun)
That was my mantra, to taunt ya was kinda condescending
– Quod erat mihi lacus, ut exprobraret pius erat condescendens
But why should I be kind to the kind of people that weren’t kind to me
– Sed quid ego de genere hominum qui mihi non erant benigni
Comin’ up? So like that syrup, they canceled
– Comin ‘ sursum? Et cum similiter adorassent, annuler la
I’ma say, “Fuck you and your momma,” then blame my rap persona (Gun smoke, Gun smoke)
– Ego dicam, “Irrumabo te et mammam tuam, ” tunc reprehendere meam rap persona (fumus Gun, Fumus Gun)
That’s the excuse that I used to explain my grammar
– Quod suus excusat quod explicare solebat grammatica mea
Allowing me to just do what I do and not face the ramifications
– Permitte mihi iustum facere quod facio et non faciem ramificationes
So I could air my frustrations
– Sic aere potui frustrationes meas
But I’ll be damned if the same reporter’s gonna shove another tape recorder
– Sed damnatus ero si idem notario ‘ s agnus alium machinae commentariis rumpat
And camera in my face while I am at the Burger King
– Et camera in faciem meam dum sum apud Burger Regem
Just to grab my lil’ baby daughter a hamburger like Shady oughta be amicable
– Modo capto lil ‘ filia infantem Assae Sicut Umbrosa oughta amicabilis esto
Guess that’s the price that you pay for all the glamour, the fame and stardom
– Coniecto pretium quod pro omni fulgore, fama et stardom solves
Like when you’re treated just like an animal (Gun smoke, Gun smoke)
– Sicut cum agitur sicut animal (fumus Sclopetis, fumus Gun)
You’ll not act like one when you came from bottom
– Non ages sicut unum cum ab imo venisti
But they gonna make me wanna pull a llama
– Sed quis me praesumat querere
And make like I’m a mechanical bull (Yeah)
– Et fac sicut sum taurus mechanicus (Yeah)
Fuck around and buck these hoes, ain’t talkin’ no luxury clothes
– Fugiat et et debitis esse voluptas. non blanditiis
Two nines I tuck, see those?
– Duo menses post, et non feci?
Like Rock & Roll Hall of Famers, try and duck deez, yo
– Sicut rock & Volumen Aulae Famae, conare et anas deez, io
Hey, what the fuck you want?
– Heus, quid vis irrumabo?
Didn’t I just see you yesterday?
– Nonne ego heri te vidi?
Fuck outta here, fuck it, bitch
– Couche avec sa putain.
Now I’m much older, and I may be calmer
– Nunc multo maior sum, et lenior esse possum
Run up on me, and I might be a little less likely
– Mi sto stancando solo a pas de chantier en cours pour le moment
To go crazy on ya, and let the
– Ego si essem tuo loco, scirem, quid facerem.
Gun smoke
– De cursu ad arma
I just want the paper
– Ego iustus volo chartam
I just want the paper
– Ego iustus volo chartam
Gun smoke, gun smoke
– De cursu ad arma apparanda
