[Hook: Freddie Gibbs] [钩：弗雷迪·吉布斯]

Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and 你能想象一个黑人在这里打卡现金

Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it 拉棒起坐，我想我不得不格洛克和面膜吧

Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it 九拉链，让胸围打开，剪切和包包吧

Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin' 水搅打，我在厨房里STR8的SLAMMIN “

Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with 暴徒黑鬼，和毒贩，这就是我挂了

Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit 膨化Swishers和他妈的锄头，我们在同一个狗屎

In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion 在厨房里，坤鞭打我的体重高达豪宅

Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin 八位数字，这就是我所说的STR8的SLAMMIN

   

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] [诗歌1 ：弗雷迪·吉布斯]

G.I. thuggin G.I.般的暴徒

Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin 是这个画面中西部黑鬼罗林

Hardrock hustling 硬岩熙

Bitches stick to the dick cause you know a nigga holding 母犬坚持家伙，因为你知道了一个黑人控股

Living on some pimp shit 生活在一些皮条客狗屎

I'm a let y'all chase hoes, I'm a get chosen 我是一个让你们都追锄头，我一大家子选择

Keep a bitch dick whipped 随身携带一本小白脸家伙鞭打

Got a whole lotta broads that'll bust that open 得到了整个洛塔湖区那将胸围打开

Fresh up off a straight dope stain 新鲜的了断直原液染色

I know my clothes still smell like cocaine 我知道我的衣服还是闻起来像可卡因

The real niggas understand 真正的黑鬼理解

I ain't trying to be the man 我是不是想成为的人

If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne 如果你把它放在我的手上，它会去梅恩

I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side 我把整个事情或更好的推到一边

Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride 有像在坐32钟布巴都库什

If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide 如果你想获得高的，所有的药品我公司提供

Getting my thug on where I preside 得到我的暴徒在那里我主持

Nigga been bust at, still I survive 兄弟们一直在胸围，我仍生存

Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps 推包和我住，告诉它我的斥责

Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back 失去了一对夫妇的家人，我永远无法得到他们回来

Life got me stressed, so I'm twisting up a sack 生活让我强调的，所以我扭了一麻袋

I'm street certified, nigga - check my stats 我在街上认证，兄弟们 - 检查我的统计

Back up to the wall cause I'm coming up to bat 备份到墙上因为我来了蝙蝠

And these little niggas said they got racks on racks 而这些小黑鬼们说，他们得到了衣架衣架上

So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax 因此，撅人不得不把税税

Got damn 该死了

   

[Hook] [钩]

   

[Verse 2: Juicy J] [诗2：多汁J]。

Fuck what I'm worth 他妈的就是我的价值

Still out here on the grind 还是在这里上的磨

Trying to stack racks 试图叠架

Racks on racks, never caught slipping 在机架机架，从来没有抓到滑落

Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag 兄弟们拿错，这是一个脚趾标签

Fucks with the hood 克斯与遮光罩

Still eat good 还是吃的好

Hanging with the killers with the black masks 与黑色面具的杀手挂

They will kidnap your wife and kids 他们会绑架你的妻子和孩子们

You niggas don't want that 你黑鬼不想说

Do what we gotta do to make it 做我们必须做的，使

Hope them jackers won't take it 希望他们jackers不会把它

If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga's gon erase em 如果一个黑人侵犯我，我听到了我年轻的黑人的坤删除EM

I don't fight over no bitches but I kill for bread 我不打了不骂，但我杀了面包

And I don't hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds 我不挂了，没有黑鬼，与联邦调查局睡

Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go 骑下来的块与菜刀，让那个婊子去

If you try to open shop up, that shit closed 如果您尝试开网店了，那些歌关闭

Money and the power 金钱和权力

What we hustle for? 我们喧嚣什么？

We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors 我们已经运行雅房子，也不是没有踢车门

   

[Hook] [钩]