Текст и перевод песни L.O.C. - Min Homie

Min Homie

Bare snak lort som om jeg bar går ned
Fuck jer alle sammen er typen du snakker med
I smiler men i kan rende mig et vist sted
Knep dig selv luder og tag din bitch med
For der ingen format hos jer
Jeg tror det bedst vi starter
Set for begge parter
Det F.I. ekstra large og
Ja jeg stadig tight med Tabu Rec'z aristokrater
Så lad mig gi dig et råd jeg tror det bedst i pakker
For det er stadig Troo.L.S. the kid og Bai-D på bagsædet
Ruller stadig F.I.Pinde spreder glæde
Rygtet taler sandt utilregnelig ind til benet
I er altid forudsigelige mens F.I.P. flipper svinet
Tilbage op i din Bitch med en pik til dig
Så du kan prop den op i røven ligesom stik piller
Det ham den kinky fætter F.I.P.G.C.
Kvinder tænker for det ligger til mig
Det en sikker vinder

Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie

Sagaen genoptages
Rygtes rundt om i hele din fucking vennekreds
Det F.I.P. baby hva fanden er den nu af
Til alle de evnesvage der står af ved sætning tre
Vi grunden til at I kradser af
Kan der herske tvivl om hvem der står bag
Tag en F.I.P. cd når du har slappet af
Spil det så højt for din mor hun vil se dit fucking hoved kappet af
Fra Århus V til Galgebakken går mit nabolag
Så vi tar' den tilbage
Fra hvor vi starter fuckers
Og yep det stadig Albertslund shawarma lovers
Jeg claimer din so
Og 8-0-8 fra min blok
Og efterlader jer alle sammen med bly i gaden motherfuckers "Whoop Whoop"
Lad alle hefferne vide F.I.P. de er tilbage hvor vi slap
Uden tvivl, jeg sagde "Whoop Whoop" der kun en der styrer det heffer pis
Og yes det er stadig Troo.L.S. the kid fede bitch

Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie

F.I.P. Gør de ting vi har lyst til
Vil skide på hva i siger
Vil skide på det lort i kalder lir
Vil skide på de grimme piger
Gør ting der for andre folk
Kun udspiller sig i deres fantasier
Så pak jeres pis for i ved godt selv det sker regelmæssigt
Dit lort er ikke kræs heffi
Vi sipper vodka sjusser, suger
F.I.Pinde knepper kun trænede kusser
Du får en flad napper et tequila shot i din dames skræv, en citron skive en
F.I.P. tatovering henover hendes fucking underliv
Har taget dig hen hvor du vil hen ho
L.O.C. er på dig som en nymfo
Før lortet er begyndt so
I fucking haters kan ikke spytte min lingo
Århus Ve'est
Vi de be'edst
Smækker ho's, jacker bitches vil i te'est
Polyester du ved player'e spotter det
Hey mær
Din karriere
Den forkorter vi

Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie
Hva' så hva' så homie

My Buddy

Just talk trash like I'm about to go down
Fuck all of you is the type you're talking to
You smile but you can go suck a dick
Fuck yourself, bitch, and take your bitch with you
'Cause there's no format with you
I think it's best we start
Set for both parties
That F.I. extra large and
Yes, I'm still tight with Tabu Rec'z aristocrats
So let me give you some advice, I think it's best in packs
'Cause it's still Troo.L.S. the kid and Bai-D in the back seat
Still rolling F.I.Pinde spreading joy
The rumor is true, reckless down to the bone
You're always predictable while F.I.P. flips the pig
Back up in your Bitch with a dick for you
So you can shove it up your ass like suppositories
It's the kinky cousin F.I.P.G.C.
Women think because it comes to me
It's a sure winner

What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?

The saga resumes
Rumors all over your fucking circle of friends
It's F.I.P. baby, what the hell is it now?
To all the feeble-minded who drop out after sentence three
We're the reason you're scratching off
Can there be any doubt who's behind it?
Grab an F.I.P. cd when you're chilling
Play it so loud for your mom she'll see your fucking head chopped off
From Århus V to Galgebakken goes my neighborhood
So we're taking it back
From where we started, fuckers
And yep, it's still Albertslund shawarma lovers
I claim your pig
And 8-0-8 from my block
And leaving all of you with lead in the street, motherfuckers "Whoop Whoop"
Let all the heifers know F.I.P. they're back where we left off
Without a doubt, I said "Whoop Whoop" there's only one who controls that heffer bullshit
And yes it's still Troo.L.S. the kid fat bitch

What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?

F.I.P. Do the things we want to do
Will shit on what you say
Will shit on that crap you call lir
Will shit on the ugly girls
Do things that for other people
Only play out in their fantasies
So pack your shit because you know it happens regularly
Your crap is not nasty heffi
We sip vodka shots, suck
F.I.Pinde only fuck trained pussies
You get a flat nipple a tequila shot in your lady's crotch, a lemon slice a
F.I.P. tattoo across her fucking pussy
Took you where you wanted to go ho
L.O.C. is on you like a nymph
Before the shit starts so
You fucking haters can't spit my lingo
Århus Ve'est
We the be'edst
Slap ho's, jack bitches will you te'est
Polyester you know players spot it
Hey mær
Your career
We shorten it

What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?
What's up, what's up, buddy?