Triflin Nigga — текст песни (King Tee)

{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*}

[m] you wont have to worry about anything when youre with me

[m] cause im.. (? ) reliable (? )

{*while hes speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*}

[t] nigga whassup nigga? get out the car nigga!

[t] give me your jew-els, fool!

[m] what, what do you want from us?

[t] you and your bitch, nigga!

{*car door slams*}

[t] get out here.. nigga you better get off this motherfucker punk

[m] look.. look out baby

[m] Im not givin up anything! youre just gonna have to..

{*gun blasts*}



"screamin!"



{*second skit: argument between thugs over money*}

[1] where my motherfuckin chips at nigga?

[2] yo homey I already told you nigga Id have it friday nigga

[1] man fuck what you told me nigga!

[2] what? ! nigga, fuck you motherfucker

[1] nigga whats happenin then nigga? nigga!

{*beatdown starts*}

[2] awww shit!!

{*beatdown continues*}



[king tee]

I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet wont budge

The niggaz always ask am I a crip or a blood?

I am what I am and thats all I can stands

I cant stands no more so ima scram

Sell me a couple of kis and buy a crib far away

A place that the map dont say

Cause Im gettin kinda timid, at first I was with it

Talk about jack moves, I did it

I took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy Id run

With the colored rag over my gun

And there was times I had to pop fools {*blam*}

Because they didnt believe that the glock rules

When I say get out, get out! and I might not shoot

Then Im off to put your daytons on my coupe

But nowadays I have to figure

What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga



{*third skit: gs discussing a hit*}

[1] there the nigga!

[2] nigga nigga fuck that, Im gonna shoot this nigga right here

[2] man, watch this

{*gun being cocked sounds*}

[2] I aint got time to be playin with this motherfucker nigga

[2] show this nigga what time it is nigga

[1] yo yo hold up

[2] nigga watch out nigga

[1] come on man

[2] nigga watch out nigga {*incomprehensible*}

[2] fuck that nigga man, fuck that nigga

[1] we dont need to get indicted

[3] yo yo the nigga got a gat!!

[2] nigga fuck that nigga nigga! nigga fuck that nigga!

[2] nigga fuck that nigga!

{*blam! blam! blam-blam-blam!*}

[2] nigga fuck that nigga!!



[king tee]

Back in the days I used to stand on the block with my box

Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks

He was young and bold, lot of money and gold

Kept a gat on hold in case suckers tried to roll

A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the cops

Hes only sixteen, but hes braver than his pops

His mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brew

Survivals on his mind so he serves them too

School isnt important, hes importin big packages

Across the border, a little shorter than a million quarters

All the women ride his jock like a jockey

He says "im on top, there aint a cop who could stop me"

But confidence, is his best defense

At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trench

He says "a punk try to run up, ima pull the trigger"

What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga!



{*fourth skit: a drug deal in progress*}

[1] whats happenin man you got those birds?

[2] yo you got the money homey?

[1] aiyy man whatchu gonna ask me somethin like that fo?

[3] look man, fuck all the bullshit

[1] man here you go right here man

[2] show the money dawg

{*briefcase is opened*}

[1] nigga, there you go, so whats happenin?

[? ] I like that, we in business

[? ] man - fuck you nigga, this is a jack, its a jack nigga

[? ] always gettin him, hey whats up?

[2] nigga, strip down, get butt-naked nigga



[king tee]

I heard one-time wanna peel my cap

For the gangster rap to make niggaz start fightin back

But I dont even give a fuck

Pass the ak, and one-time better duck {*automatic fire*}

Cause I dont give a fuck about a piece of tin

I [*scratch*] shit off your chest and then grin

And move on to the next motherfucker

Cops aint nuttin but the klan undercover

And they be lynchin motherfuckers up nightly

Thats why they need mo motherfuckers like me

To stand on the scene and pull the [*trigger*]

Cause Im a triflin nigga



{*fifth skit: passengers in a car*}

[1] yo yo, yo they got the lights on, thats the cops

[2] aww God damn!

[1] pull over!

[2] yall just chill out, yall just chill out, yall just chill out

[2] chill out alright? here he comes, here he comes

[c] can I see yer drivers license registration and proof of insurance?

[2] what did I do officer?

[c] get get your hands on the wheel!

[2] man what did I do? what you talkin about?

[1] man fuck that nigga man

[? ] blast that motherfucker, blast him!

{*blam, blam blam blam, blam*}

{*car peels out and takes off*}