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  • Текст песни Ll Cool J - Cheesy Rat Blues

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    Nothin' can save ya
    Nothin' can save ya
    Nothin' can save ya
    Nothin'

    Just throw your hands in the air
    And wave 'em like you just don't care
    Keep 'em there
    Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels

    Can you feel it?

    I used to be rollin' like a millionaire
    Cash in a flash, bankroll to spare
    Homeboys hangin', champagne and girls
    Got my main woman diamonds, my mistress pearls
    Everybody laughin' at my corny jokes
    I was stupid, I thought that they were sincere folks
    It turned out they liked the money and the fame
    If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James
    The nobody who dreamed about bein' somebody
    Chief rocker at the party
    And they was hangin' like, "Yo, I'm your man
    I don't even care about the ring on your hand"
    We'd go out to eat and chill
    But they would go to the bathroom
    When it was time to pay the bill
    I didn't notice all the chuckles and laughter
    Too busy with a female, tellin' me I'm the master
    I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
    I got play, here, let me show ya"
    Used to have a girl that was on the ball
    When the cash flow got low, so did her calls
    Used to have a homeboy, always chillin'
    My cash went low; he told me I was illin'
    And don't call 'cause he don't hang with derelicts
    Broke with no cash, yo; I was in the mix
    Everybody stepped 'cause my pocket wasn't fat
    My girl got a new man; I fixed his flat
    I'm the one that they're laughin' at
    They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

    [Chorus]
    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?
    Nothin' can save ya

    I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'; I feel like tyin'
    A anchor to my ankle and jumpin' right in the ocean
    Cause I'm ashy, and I can't afford lotion
    So-called friends in the jewelry store
    Told me, "Todd, come back when you get off tour"
    Souped as hell; I really regret it
    Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit
    How can a man like me
    Be walkin' around in a world of misery?
    And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine
    Cause they be walkin' past me like I'm a stop sign
    My homeboys laugh when they pass the forty
    Sayin, "Todd, as if he used to have a sporty"
    The Benz was slammin', the Jeep was pumpin'
    Ain't that somethin'?
    I just laugh; this isn't what I was raised for
    When I walk away, it's like ain't this a
    Kick in the rear that I'm standin' here
    And can't afford a tissue for my tear
    Should I drink wine and brandy
    Or get a job puttin' stripes on candy
    Or put a hole in donuts?
    Cause when you're broke, your middle name is "so-what?"
    I had to learn in an incredibly fast way
    When you ain't got no money, they treat you like an ashtray
    I pawned all my jewelry and clothes
    Right after that, I got dissed by all the hos
    That I thought was mine but really never was
    Soon the whole neighborhood got the buzz
    That my tank was on "E", and that means empty
    That Twinkie looks good, so mister don't tempt me
    Everybody thought I was trippin'
    I rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on slippin'
    I'm the man that they're laughin' at
    They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

    [Chorus]

    I want to hang with my man like, "Let's do this"
    But this man like, "Who this?"
    That's right, the brother got two faces
    They got me puttin' the tips on shoelaces
    P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket
    My motto is: I don't care
    I don't give a damn; so what, why try?
    I might as well rob some Blake Carrington sucker for his money
    It's so funny
    Cars ride by, with the boomin' system
    Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
    Now I'm on the cheese-line, poverty-stricken
    As the red tape thickens
    I go to the park; they want to baseball-bat me
    I go to the mall; they throw my old tapes at me
    I'm so horny
    And every girl I know be like, "He's so corny"
    I want money in a hurry
    I'm gettin' tired of leftover curry
    I want to fall off, but I don't know where the edge is
    I'm so hungry, I eat my neighbor's hedges
    Now I realize I gotta go for mine
    It's windshield time
    I take quarters, pennies, dimes, and nickles
    And a kiddy's tricycle
    I'm a desperado
    "I'm a steal your rims" is my motto
    I watch wrestlin' until I'm dizzy sore
    So if you're cashin' your rent check, know how to get busy
    Go to the drive-through, run with a milkshake
    Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak
    I need beer
    I'm a catch the Miller truck out there
    You know how they throw the newspapers in the morning?
    The owner don't want 'em
    I'm the man that they're laughin' at
    They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that."

    [Chorus]

    So yo, one more time, one more time
    Party people in the house tonight

    Just throw your hands in the air
    And wave 'em like you just don't care
    Keep 'em there
    Run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels

    Я так голоден, что ем живую изгородь моего соседа
    Теперь я понимаю, что мне нужно пойти за своим
    Пришло время лобового стекла
    Я беру четвертаки, пенни, десять центов и пятаки.
    И детский трехколесный велосипед
    я отчаянный
    «Я украду твои диски» — мой девиз
    Я смотрю борьбу, пока у меня не закружится голова
    Так что, если вы обналичиваете чек за аренду, знайте, чем заняться
    Иди к проезду, беги с молочным коктейлем
    Сходи в супермаркет, возьми в карман сырой стейк.
    мне нужно пиво
    Я поймаю грузовик Миллера
    Знаешь, как они разбрасывают газеты по утрам?
    Владелец не хочет их
    Я тот человек, над которым они смеются
    Они говорят: «Дрянная крыса, ты не все такое».

    [Припев]

    Итак, еще раз, еще раз
    Сегодня вечером в доме тусовщики

    Просто поднимите руки вверх
    И помаши им, как будто тебе все равно.
    Держи их там
    Беги драгоценностями, беги драгоценностями, управляй драгоценностями

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