Paroles et traduction GARY WASHINGTON - Taste It

Taste It

Okay, ich hab' gerade mal wieder nix zu tun
Und rapp' auf dem Beat, denn dieser Beat der ist echt gut
Ich hab' gehört, du tust bei dir da voll auf Gangster
Aber bitte halt die Fresse, denn du stehst vor deinem Chef da
Und ja okay, das ist ein Shoutout ans Biz
Welcher Motherfucker ist nicht down mit der Clique?
Welcher Motherfucker reißt so Frauen auf wie ich?
Und zeig' mir bitte einen in dem Schauhaus mit Bitches
Und ja okay, du bist ein fast guter Rapper
Jeder Knastbruder rappt ja besser als du, du Bastard
Man, du kannst es nicht, check das bitte, ich bin hier der Mann
Du der lächerliche Abklatsch der Rapper-Sippe
Ich mach' das Business zum Game, also Bitch komm inhale
Und wir sind shit von dem Tape
Es geht mitten ins Brain, bis du irgendwann mal richtig insane
An 'nem Tip von 'nem Tape ziehst
Mister your Game
Get fresh, ich bin strictly so famous, bis ich nichts außer laidback bin
Bitch is so what, Gary fucking W, Flow so wie Gott

Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna (street gonna)
Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna taste it

Ah, du bist für mich uninteressant mit deiner Musik und dem Drang
Einmal auf YouTube ganz bekannt zu sein
Du hast deine Groupies in der Hand
Ich bring' 100 geile Schlampen einfach um ihren Verstand
Ich bin die Coolness, die das Land braucht
Ihr habt lang gesucht, bis einer anhaut
Doch jetzt bin ich da und lebenslang bleib ich auf Turn
Denn ich habe eben grad 'n Teil das so burnt
Yeah, okay, Panama Rap, du legst Hand an
Ich fang' an jetzt ganz krank zu flexen
Von Kanada bis Amsterdam Chef, denn mein Bankengeschäft
Geht grad an seine Grenzen
Doch ich halte mein' Ball flach und bang ein paar Sluts vor der Cam, bis sie beinahe denken, man wie wär's mit 'ner Heirat?
Du weißt, dass Gary keine Zeit hat

Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna (street gonna)
Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna taste it

Yeah, drop that shit, drum bass kit, run bastards, slut get it, suck that dick, puff that spliff, pass
Lowrider, blow nice, smoke einfach, dope weiß, vorbei an euch kleine Bitches
Get ready, denn Gary, bangt very, wet cherries
Heftig im Black Chevy, bad Fairy
The only unrelevant president represent accident Battlerap, goddamn

Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna (street gonna)
Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna taste it

Taste It

Okay, I'm just bored again
And rap on the beat, because this beat is really good
I heard you're acting like a gangster over there
But please shut your mouth, because you're standing in front of your boss
And yeah okay, this is a shoutout to the Biz
Which motherfucker isn't down with the clique?
Which motherfucker rips on women like me?
And show me one in the show house with bitches
And yeah okay, you're a pretty good rapper
Every jail brother raps better than you, you bastard
Man, you can't do it, please check this, I'm the man here
You're the ridiculous knockoff of the rapper family
I'm making the business a game, so bitch come inhale
And we are shit from the tape
It goes straight to the brain, until you eventually go really insane
You pull on a tip from a tape
Mister your Game
Get fresh, I'm strictly so famous, until I'm nothing but laidback
Bitch is so what, Gary fucking W, Flow like God

Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna (street gonna)
Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna taste it

Ah, you're uninteresting to me with your music and the urge
To be famous on YouTube once
You have your groupies in your hand
I just bring 100 hot chicks to their senses
I'm the coolness that the country needs
You searched for a long time until someone knocked
But now I'm here and I'll stay on tour for life
Because I just got a part that burns like that
Yeah, okay, Panama Rap, you're putting your hand on it
I'm starting to flex really sick now
From Canada to Amsterdam boss, because my banking business
Is reaching its limits
But I keep my ball flat and bang a few sluts in front of the cam until they almost think, man, how about getting married?
You know Gary doesn't have time

Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna (street gonna)
Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna taste it

Yeah, drop that shit, drum bass kit, run bastards, slut get it, suck that dick, puff that spliff, pass
Lowrider, blow nice, smoke simple, dope white, past you little bitches
Get ready, because Gary, bangs very, wet cherries
Heavy in the Black Chevy, bad Fairy
The only unrelevant president represent accident Battlerap, goddamn

Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna (street gonna)
Shit, Digga four, Digga five, Digga six
I'm the G with the dollar signs, bitch
But okay, I don't waste it, every motherfucker on the street gonna taste it