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автор и исполнитель: 50 Cent / Фи́фти-Сент - сценический псевдоним [Curtis James Jackson III / Кёртис Джеймс Дже́ксон III, американский рэпер, актёр, писатель] «.» — песня американского рэпера 50 Sent / Фи́фти-Сента с его дебютного студийного альбома «Get Rich or Die Tryin’» / «Стань богатым или умри пытаясь». В песне 50 Cent утверждает, что несмотря на мнение людей о нём, он - сутенёр, хотя и не имеет типичных предметов роскоши. Для визуализации композиции использованы видеокадры выступления группы 2DAY SQUAD [Турция]. I don’t know what you heard about me [припев] But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, You can’t see That I’m a motherfuckin’ . I don’t know what you heard about me But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, You can’t see That I’m a motherfuckin’ . Now, Shorty, she in the club, she dancin’ for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies, They pay her, ’cause they want her I spit a little G, man, and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin’ They think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin’ to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, Think she like me ’cause I’m from New York I ain’t that nigga tryna holla ’cause I want some head I’m that nigga tryna holla ’cause I want some bread I could care less How she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, And come and pay the kid Look, baby, this is simple, You can’t see You fuckin’ with me, you fuckin’ with a . [припев] I’m ’bout my money, you see, Girl, you can’t holla at me If you fuckin’ with me, I’m a . Not what you see on TV, No Cadillac, No greasy Head full of hair, Bitch, I’m a . Come get money with me If you curious to see How it feels to be with a . Roll in the Benz with me, You could watch some TV from the backseat of my V, I’m a . Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, Girl, we could have it all We could really splurge, girl, And tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I’m the one you should call I’ll be there To pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve ’em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain’t ’bout shit I’m your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch [припев] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a ho ’til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless Me? I got on gator shoes I’m shoppin’ for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper Man, this ho, you can have her, When I’m done I ain’t gon’ keep her Man, bitches come and go, Every nigga pimpin’ know This ain’t no secret, you ain’t gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose on me, I’ll have you strippin’ in the street Put my other hoes down, You get your ass beat Now Niki my bottom bitch, She always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with Put stitches in her head Get your ho out of pocket, I’ll put a charge on a bitch ’Cause I need four TVs And AMGs for the six Ho, make a pimp rich, I ain’t payin’, bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, Shit, trick [припев] Yeah, in Hollywood they say, «There’s no b’ness like show b’ness» In the hood they say, «There’s no b’ness like ho b’ness», You know? They say I talk a little fast, But if you listen a little faster I ain’t got to slow down For you to catch up, bitch Ha-ha-ha, yeah перевод по ссылке
