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The Black Slim Shady - Hrvatski prijevod - The Game 「Tekst」

Hey, grandma. I'm still out here makin' my Uber runs. I'll be home soon. I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile. Okay, okay, love you too

[Intro: The Game]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G). Shady Aftermath (Yeah). Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go. Yeah (G-G)

#TikTok #sanderlei #shorts


The Black Slim Shady 「Tekst」 - The Game

Hey, grandma. I'm still out here makin' my Uber runs. I'll be home soon. I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile. Okay, okay, love you too

[Intro: The Game]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G). Shady Aftermath (Yeah). Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go. Yeah (G-G)

[Chorus: The Game]
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady





[Verse 1: The Game]
It's Game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip and aim
Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novocaine
Sick and tired of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your Black ass
Shallow bitch on the show, just to lick the tip it's ridiculous, she watchin' it grow
Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies
If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash in to a light bolt
Now you crawlin' out the driver side like a centipede
And me, I'm finna be on a jet to the Phillipines



Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don't intervene
While I'm smashin' Saweetie pussy to smithereens
It's the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I'm him
Puttin' this big black dick in your skims

[Chorus: The Game]
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady

[Verse 2: The Game]


I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night
I was wasted last night, I went ape shit last night
Chopped his body up, and forget where I placed it last night
Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn't taste it last night (Hahaha)
Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion
Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on
So fee-fi-fum, I'm with 40 goin' dumb
Not E-40, the other 40, I'm with Canadians in Drake's house
Havin' a stakeout
And I'm so tired of orderin' takeout, what's beef?
Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out
So let's play house with the Dracos and AR's
Stay the fuck up off of Stanley grass and take a shit in they yard
And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet


Here it is another BBL. And my dick get little on the internet
My intellect is NFT's and Cryptos, I can never be a Crip though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six O's

[Interlude 2: Uber Driver & The Game]
Chuck? Yeah. Hey, man, let's get you out the rain
Good lookin', how's your night goin', bro?
I'm cool, man, you don't need that mask
Nobody cares about that shit anymore
You got a charger up there with you?
Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too
Good lookin', homie. Ayo, I really fuck with that starter cap, that shit hard as fuck
Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace
What? He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago


Damn. It's my favorite. Can I see that shit for a minute?
Uh, yeah, sure. Oh, shit, this motherfucker autographed and everything
Who signed it for you? Eminem. He used to be like this rap God
Man, me and my brother praised him
Back when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff
Woah, wait, I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have a gu—?
Yo, shut the fuck up. Ayy, man, I'm drivin', I'll get you there wait
I'll take you, I'm a fan, that's cool
Stop lookin' back, stop lookin' back here
It's cool dude, man, you don't need to do this
Focus on the fuckin' road
Okay. Yo, come on, man. Alright. Drive. Alright, alright. Drive. We'll go, we'll go. Shut the fuck up. Alright

[Verse 3: The Game]


Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC 10
One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin' Black... skin
This ain't no suit that I wore
This ain't a mansion, a hangin' plaque, this ain't no stupid award
So, oh, he goes platinum. And, oh, I'm on the 'Math with him
He got all the Blackest friends. He wants to be African, me
Left for dead on the Dr.'s Advocate. Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it
Oh, here goes the magic tricks. Candy shops and the magic stick
DeAngelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again
You depressed, you just maskin' it. You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin. But the math wasn't mathin' in
So pass me the torch 'cause the torture in my mind
With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye
To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9's


When you was pretendin' to be the white Royce da 5'9". I just crossed a fine line
Might just force the white guy to call D12 so he can be the pork they grind, swine
And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car
I'd rather listen to Snitch9ine like sixty-nine times
And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you
You're a Karen, call the cops, tell 'em it's a Black man on your block
With a Glock and he got it cocked. And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop
He standin' on a teardrop and he says he can feel Pac in the air
Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin'
(Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island). So silence, I'm—, I'm thinkin', uh, mm, yeah
Nothin' rhymes with orange! So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please, stand up


Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up
I could .40 Glock you, unarmed. Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailie's with me and she's unharmed for now (Dad, I'm really scared)
These are the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defence
Cause G's ain't supposed to fold up. With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up
I'm cold as COVID, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona
The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona
On each side of my shoulders is demons chasin' Jehovah
The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (How it feel?)
Twenty-three years, still ain't penetratin' the culture
You are not, top five, in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes
No André, no Nas, stop tellin' white lies. Sniff a white line, this the right time. I Suge Knight Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy

[Bridge: The Game]


I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I'm not Mr. Nice Guy. I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) Dre know. I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) Way to fuckin' go

[Verse 4: The Game]
You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope
Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in a scope
('Cause I'm shady) Shadier than him. (I'm crazy) Crazier than Kim
So when the Bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings
I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains
Oh, you think I'm a Joker? Well, riddle me this
You love you mother? Well, I'm cleanin' out your closet for you and your half-brother
And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanted to go to 8 Mile
Cause when I was little to get some M&M's, I had to walk eight miles
But you wouldn't leave the studio, your life is on loop
That's why I'm doggy in style, 'cause niggas rather bump Snoop


And I'm a lyrical .50 cal. Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin'
The chainsaw, vrinn, vrinn. Hello? Hello? Pagin' Dr. Dre? He ain't got a lot to say
But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you
Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt' and force 'em back in the cocoon
Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?
The chick on the show wasn't pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you
So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana
You wish you was Santana or Cam in them ten Jays
Durag for ten years and never had one wave
And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave
And some say he would back to haunt Slim Shady one day
Now I'm here, hope you ready, this is not mom's spaghetti
This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil' Debbie


He takes the cake. 'Cause she was only fifteen, so how could one not sympathize with her havin' you as a teen?
She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams
Just to see her son out here lookin' like a wigger in jeans (Yeah)
Little Marshall Mathers. Mad 'cause nobody thinks that little Marshall matters
That sentiment's hard to gather. Let's get this shit all together, the picture was ripped, I fixed it
But none with me, you, and 50, let's stitch this shit all together
You like it, Slim? I made it just for you
I even kidnapped Stan's brother and baited him here for you
But you would just say, "No". Probably leave us in the blistering cold
God made you damn near perfect, he just missed your soul
You ain't the shell of who you used to be
And after you, it's me, on the Uzi spree like it's two of me
And Matthew's dead now, it's just you and me
The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry


Mm, is that cultural appropriation
Ask Paul if it's even appropriate for me to make that statement, rude of me
How your day went? Did you re-dye your beard or get another face lift or do shrooms in your mom's basement
Until you nod and see spaceships
And the aliens inside it come and tell you your talent's wasted
Then you wake up and you ain't shit
I know you fiendin' for a Dr. Dre bass hit
How ironic, an addict in a basement
And now I chronic, 'cause I done had it with the fake shit
You never understood ebonics or a cadence
I press everything like a weight bench
And every time the plate hits, you off another playlist
Sorry, it ain't workin' out. Niggas shootin' [billy?] blanks (It's my winner's speech)
While I'm here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray


My other twelve personalities wasn't really in the mood today
Hi, kids, here's somethin' funny, let's all say, "Nigga" once
Crashed the car, hit and run. Jumped out, hid the gun
Your fans want a rap god, well, fuck it, I'ma give him one
I came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one

[Outro: The Game]
Mr. Shady, don't be shady. Pick that pen up, don't be lazy. Call up Dre and get that Dre beat. Jump off stage if shit get crazy. Mr. Shady, don't be shady. Pick that pen up, don't be lazy. Call up Dre and get that Dre beat. Jump off stage if shit get crazy


The Black Slim Shady - Hrvatski prijevod - The Game 「Tekst」


Hej, bako. Još uvijek sam ovdje, a mi je trčao moj Uber. Uskoro ću biti kod kuće. Upravo sam dobio još jedan pokupi, nekako blizu 8 milja. Ok, u redu, volim i tebe

[Intro: igra]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G). Shady Aftermath (da). Ja i hit-boy natrag u naše sranje, idemo. Da (G-G)


[Zbor: Igra]
Mislim da oni ne znaju s kim jebe
Povucite taj kamion okolo, crnjani su patke
Bok, ja sam crni vitki sjenovit
Raspakiram toplinu svojim ručicama
Vrtim vrh u svojim chucks i sranjem
Bok, ja sam crni vitki sjenovit

[Stih 1: Igra]
To je igra, bolesna u mozgu
Bolestan kao dan kad sam došao
Hennessy trči kroz moje vene, učitam isječak i ciljam
Bolesni od tebe crnci razgovaraju kao da se nećete mokri na kiši
Sad pjevam Frank Ocean, a vi se udariš s ovom Novocainom


Bolesni i umorni od crnja, kuja i kritičara, svi su isto
Hrome igre koje igraju, lyin ', pokušati me za moje ime
Zalijepim svoj kurac u tvoje crno dupe
Plitka kuja u showu, samo da liže savjet smiješno je, gleda kako raste
Križani oči, križanje na mojim neprijateljima
Ako pređete ulicu, naletite na mene, srušite se na lagani vijak
Sada izlazite na stranu vozača poput centipede
I ja, ja sam finna na mlaznicu na Phillipines
Prosujte grah, udarite kool-aida, ocostell, bože ne intervenira
Dok razbijam Saveetie Pussy do Smithereensa
To je G-a-ficky-ficky-m, slikaj mi lice, ja sam on
Stavljajući ovaj veliki crni kurac u tvojim skimama

[Zbor: Igra]


Mislim da oni ne znaju s kim jebe
Povucite taj kamion okolo, crnjani su patke
Bok, ja sam crni vitki sjenovit
Raspakiram toplinu svojim ručicama
Vrtim vrh u svojim chucks i sranjem
Bok, ja sam crni vitki sjenovit

[Stih 2: Igra]
Sinoć sam ubio dr. Drea u svom podrumu
Sinoć sam bio izgubljen, sinoć sam otišao na majmun
Sjekao njegovo tijelo i zaboravio gdje sam ga stavio sinoć
Imao je krišku skromne pita, sinoć ga nisam mogao okusiti (hahaha)
Izgubio sam okus i miris, dobio sam Omariona
Ja i dr. Fauci otišli smo ludim djevojkama i tada smo dobili našu zabavu


Dakle, fi-fi-fum, ja sam s 40 goin 'glupa
Nije E-40, ostalih 40, ja sam s Kanađanima u Drakeovoj kući
Ima uloga
I toliko sam umorna od narudžbe, što je govedina?
Govedina je kad kažete kuharu da im izvadi odreske
Pa igrajmo se kući s Dracosom i AR -om
Ostani jebote od Stanleyeve trave i sranje u dvorištu
A moj kurac ostaje naporan, kad vidim Lizzo na Internetu
Ovdje je još jedan bbl. A moj kurac malo postane na internetu
Moj intelekt je NFT -ovi i kriptovaluta, nikad ne mogu biti krip
Vrtim se s crvenom krpom oko šest O-a

[Interlude 2: Uber vozač i igra]
Chuck? Da. Hej, čovječe, hajde da te izvadimo kišu


Dobro gledaj, kako prolazi tvoja noć, brate?
Super sam, čovječe, ne treba ti ta maska
Više nikoga nije briga za to sranje
Imaš li s vama punjač?
Da, sigurno, doseže se i do svega tamo
Dobro izgleda, Homie. Ayo, stvarno se jebem s tom starter kapom, to sranje kao jebeno
Luda priča iza toga, moj brat Stan, počivaj u miru
Što? Dao mi je ovaj šešir prije dvadeset i dvije godine
Proklet. To mi je najdraže. Mogu li vidjeti to sranje na minutu?
Uh, da, sigurno. Oh, sranje, ovaj jebač autogramiran i sve
Tko je potpisao za vas? Eminem. Nekada je bio takav rap bože
Čovjek, ja i moj brat ga je pohvalio
Kad sam bio mali, zapravo ne volim nijednu njegovu novu stvar
Woah, čekaj, znam gdje idemo, čekaj, zašto imaš gu -?


Yo, umukni. Ayy, čovječe, ja ću te odvesti tamo čekaj
Uzet ću te, ja sam obožavatelj, to je u redu
Prestani izgledati natrag, prestani gledati ovdje
Cool je čovječe, čovječe, ne trebaš to raditi
Usredotočite se na jebenu cestu
U redu. Yo, hajde, čovječe. U redu. Voziti. U redu, u redu. Voziti. Idemo, ići ćemo. Zatvori jebote. U redu

[Stih 3: Igra]
Pitajte Dre
Sve što imam je moja riječ, moj kurac i mac 10
Jedna stvar koju nikad ne možete imati je moja mahnita crna ... koža
Ovo nije odijelo koje sam nosio
Ovo nije ljetnikovac, viseća plaka, ovo nije glupa nagrada
Dakle, oh, on ide platinum. I, oh, ja sam s njim 'matematiku s njim


Dobio je sve najcrnje prijatelje. Želi biti Afrikanac, ja
Ostao za mrtvim zagovornikom dr. Dre nikad ga izvršno proizveo, samo sam to zamislio
Oh, evo čarobnih trikova. Trgovine bombona i čarobni štap
DeAngelo Bailey postao je u formi da vam opet povuče dupe
Depresivan, samo si maskin '. Popunite Adderall, Vicodin i aspirin. Ali matematika nije bila matična u
Pa mi proslijedi baklja jer mi je mučenje u glavi
Glasom koji je prkosio rimama prisilit će slijepo oko
Da vidim da sam bio u bijelim rolama Royce s pet .9
Kad ste se pretvarali da je bijeli royce da 5'9 ". Upravo sam prešao finu liniju
Mogao samo prisiliti bijelca da nazove D12 kako bi mogao biti svinjetina koju mljeve, svinja
A najveći reper u Detroitu, nagrada je Sean Don
Dakle, otkopčajte chardonnay i zalijepite mi vilicu u bijelo vino
Nikad te nisam čuo u klubu, nikad te nisam čuo u baru
Jedanaest albuma i deset nikad nije reproducirano u mom automobilu


Radije bih slušao Snitch9ine kao šezdeset i devet puta
I sudjelovati u šezdeset devet sa šezdeset devet redovnica nego što vas sluša
Ti si Karen, nazovite policajce, recite im da je crnac na vašem bloku
S Glockom i on ga je zakucao. A tetovaže na licu je zvijezda i suza
Stoji na suzama i kaže da može osjetiti PAC u zraku
Poput Phil Collinsa, slušajte ga, i dalje se diže
(Ah, Epstein me potjerao oko otoka Epstein). Dakle, tišina, ja sam -, mislim, uh, mm, da
Ništa rime s narančastom! Tako ficky-ficky vitki sjenovit, molim vas, ustanite
Pucaj sa sobom izblijedio, volio bih podići ove ruke
Mogao bih .40 Glock te, nenaoružan. Spustite svijet na glavu jednom rukom
Draga Slim, Hailie je sa mnom i zasad je neozlijeđena (tata, stvarno se bojim)
To su najdublje tajne, držim i ja sam u obrani
Jer G se ne bi trebao saviti. Sa svim fasadama koje držim u glavi, smrznuo sam se
Hladno mi je kao Coid, ebola, španjolska gripa i korona


Zika virus, upala pluća je duboko u mojoj osobi
Sa svake strane mojih ramena su demoni koji progone Jehovu
Renegade ili vojnik, stvarno sam ga dao Hovi (kako se osjeća?)
Dvadeset i tri godine, još uvijek nije prodor kulture
Nisi, top pet, u mojim, b.i.g ili pac očima
Ne André, ne nas, prestani reći bijele laži. Njuškajte bijelu liniju, ovo pravo vrijeme. Suknem Knight Vanilla Ice, nisam gospodin Nice Guy

[Most: Igra]
Luda sam (luda sam, luda sam) luda sam (luda sam, luda sam) Nisam gospodin Nice Guy. Luda sam (luda sam, luda sam) Dre Know. Luda sam (luda sam, luda sam) način da jebem

[Stih 4: Igra]
Divno ste razljutili Jimmyja, Universal i Interscope
Znajte, u opsegu sam dobio Jimmyja, Slim, 50 i Universal
(Jer sam sjenovit) sjenčarski od njega. (Lud sam) ludiji od Kim


Pa kad se signal šišmiša podigne u oblacima iznad zgrada
Nadam se da ćete živjeti dovoljno dugo da vidite da se junaci pretvaraju u negativce
Oh, misliš da sam šaljivdžija? Pa, zagonetni me ovo
Voliš te majko? Pa, čistim vaš ormar za vas i vašeg polubrata
I rekao sam ti kad sam bio u Detroitu, htio sam prijeći na 8 milja
Jer kad sam malo dobio neke M&M, morao sam hodati osam milja
Ali ne biste napustili studio, vaš je život na petlji
Zbog toga sam u stilu pasa, jer crnje radije naleti Snoop
A ja sam lirski .50 cal. Ostavite mu mozak tanki, vjetar, igre sve završavaju
Motorna pila, Vrinn, Vrinn. Zdravo? Zdravo? Padin 'Dr. Dre? Nema puno toga za reći
Ali budući da Curtis uvijek to čini, neka napiše rime za vas
Recite mu da isječe krila na moj leptir tatt 'i prisiljava ih u kokonu
Sad je još uvijek sipljao ili je i on promijenio srce?
Pilić u showu nije me birao, a Mariah te nije bira


Dakle, topovi su blum-lammin 'i ako se zaglavim, onda to ne unkym
I obrišite moj striptizet pole
Voljeli biste da ste bili Santana ili Cam u njima deset Jaysa
Durag deset godina i nikad nije imao jedan val
I bio sam taj bijesni rob, da su pokopali u tom jednom grobu
A neki kažu da bi se jednog dana vratio progoniti vitko sjenovit
Sad sam ovdje, nadam se da ste spremni, ovo nisu mamine špagete
Ovo je tvoj otac imao dvadeset i dvije godine kad je jeo Lil 'Debbie
Uzima tortu. Jer je imala samo petnaest godina, pa kako to ne može suosjećati s njenim tinejdžerom?
Morala se izgubiti u trenutku, odreći se svojih snova
Samo da vidi svog sina ovdje izgleda poput wiggera u trapericama (da)
Mali Marshall Mathers. Lud jer nitko ne misli da je to malo važnih Marshall -a
To je osjećaje teško okupiti. Skupimo ovo sranje zajedno, slika je otrgnuta, popravio sam je
Ali nitko sa mnom, ti i 50, zavirimo ovo sranje zajedno


Sviđa vam se, Slim? Napravio sam to samo za tebe
Čak sam otimao Stanovog brata i ovdje ga prebacio za vas
Ali samo biste rekli: "Ne". Vjerojatno nas ostavite u blistavoj hladnoći
Bog te prokleto približio savršenom, samo mu je nedostajao dušu
Nisi školjka onoga tko si nekada bio
A nakon tebe, ja sam, na Uzi Spree kao da su to dvoje od mene
A Matthew je sada mrtav, to smo samo ti i ja
Twistents, tata šešir, durag i bez nakita
Mm, je li to kulturno prisvajanje
Pitajte Paula je li uopće prikladno da dam tu izjavu, nepristojno od mene
Kako je prošao tvoj dan? Jeste li ponovno obojili bradu ili steknuli još jedno podizanje lica ili napravite Shrooms u maminom podrumu
Dok ne kimnete i vidite svemirske brodove
A vanzemaljci u njemu dolaze i kažu vam svoj talent
Onda se probudiš i nisi govno


Znam da ste se fiendin za hit dr. Dre Bass
Kako ironično, ovisnik u podrumu
A sada kronično, jer sam to učinio s lažnim sranjem
Nikad niste razumjeli eboniku ili kadencu
Pritisnem sve poput klupe za težinu
I svaki put kada tanjur udari, s druge liste za reprodukciju
Oprosti, ne radi. Crnjaci pucaju [Billy?] Blanks (to je govor mog pobjednika)
Dok sam ovdje, stvarno bih trebao zahvaliti MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi sprej
Mojih ostalih dvanaest ličnosti danas zapravo nije bilo raspoloženo
Bok, djeco, evo nešto smiješno, svi recite: "crnja" jednom
Srušio je automobil, udario i trčao. Skočio van, sakrio pištolj
Vaši obožavatelji žele rap boga, pa, jebi ga, dajem mu jedan
Došao sam staviti Slim u kutiju, ali on već živi u jednom


[Outro: Igra]
Gospodine Shady, nemoj biti sjenovit. Podignite olovku, nemojte biti lijeni. Nazovite Dre i povucite taj DRE. Skočite s pozornice ako sranje poludi. Gospodine Shady, nemoj biti sjenovit. Podignite olovku, nemojte biti lijeni. Nazovite Dre i povucite taj DRE. Skoči s pozornice ako sranje poludi