Alarmantno stanje (911)

  • Artist: Eminem (Marshall Bruce Mathers III)
  • Featuring artist: B-Real, Boo-Yaa TRIBE
  • Album: Straight From The Lab (2003)
  • Song: 911
Croatian translation

Alarmantno stanje

(Intro - Eminem)
WAAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!! (*smijeh*)
Pogodi tko se vratio?!?!
Mama! Doma smo!
Pozdravi moje male prijatelje:
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill
Svi vi! Dignite ruke tamo gdje ih mogu vidjeti!
 
(Eminem)
Gdje god idemo, ljudi znaju da smo glavni
Četiri-pet Samoanaca*, znaju tko je bio D-Bo*
50 Cent, Tweezy*, Obie*, među nama nema kurvi
Razvaljuju kao da će napraviti sranje, ali nitko ga ne napravi
Od New Yorka do Texasa, natrag u Los Angeles
Promijenili smo način kretanja, pa ako se ne možeš prilagoditi
Na tebe bi moglo navaliti toliko naših da se s time ne možeš nositi
Smiješno je, izgleda da novac ima svoje prednosti
I nije da mislimo da nas nitko ne može dodirnuti
Nije da imamo toliko visoko mišljenje o sebi
Radi se o ovome: ako nas itko ikad dovede u škripac
Znamo da to sigurno nećete biti vi
Jer, kao prvo, vi ste pičke i to svi mogu vidjeti
Zajebavate se i uhvate vas na mjestu gdje ne biste trebali biti
S kojim nemate nikakve veze, mi čak nećemo ni biti tamo
Nitko neće ništa čusti, nitko neće vidjeti to sranje
A svi će se motati tuda, momci su spremni za to
Zvuk iz pištolja će ugušiti gužva
A vi ćete ležati na podu i gazit će vas ljudi koji plešu
Dok se klub ne zatvori i raščisti
I tada će vas vidjeti spljoštene
Nitko to nije vidio; i sve to samo zbog vašeg brbljanja
A vi niste mogli prestati kenjati, to više nije bilo repanje
Više se ne radi o glazbi, radi se o pokazivanju
I čini se da će svake minute bomba eksplodirati
 
(Refren - Eminem)
Sranje će se promijeniti, jer mi se ne igramo
Ne mrdamo ni mi ni oni, ne izgovaramo imena
Sranje više nije isto kad se puca iz kalašnjikova, jer
Hip-hop je u alarmantnom stanju
Ne radi se o hip-hopu jer ti su dani prošli
Ne radi se o dobrom repanju da bi se zadobilo poštovanje
Radi se o borbi za život i izbjegavanju smrti
Jer hip-hop je u alarmantnom stanju
 
(B-Real)
Makni se od moje futrole za pištolj jer sranje će postati gadno
Sve te droge s kojima se zajebavate čine vas ludima
Mislite da ste naoružani, sinko, znatiželjan sam
Koliko ćete nas dugo mrziti, osuđivati i ocjenjivati?
Neki ljudi nas ne mogu nadići, to ih toliko ljuti
Mislite da smo lažni, stari, mi smo sve sjajniji i bolji
Živimo stvarni život, a ostali izmišljaju priče
Iluzije su slomljene, prebolite to, otrcane pičke
Jebote, ako na minutu promislite o onome što ste učinili
Kad ste se usprotivili gangsteru koji živi i umrijet će s pištoljem
Još je vruć, puca po vama pizdama dok ne nestane metaka
Stari, ja sam kao kotrljajuća gromada, zgnječio sam vas
Glupe pičkice mogu odmah završiti u jarku
Sićušni ste kao patuljak, ne mlatite lovu
A borite se s Golijatom, jer tako mi živimo, hajde
 
(Refren)
Promijenit će se, jer mi se ne igramo
Ne mrdamo ni mi ni oni, ne izgovaramo imena
Sranje više nije isto kad se puca iz kalašnjikova, jer
Hip-hop je u alarmantnom stanju
Ne radi se o hip-hopu jer ti su dani prošli
Ne radi se o dobrom repanju da bi se zadobilo poštovanje
Radi se o borbi za život i izbjegavanju smrti
Jer hip-hop je u alarmantnom stanju
 
(Ganxsta Ridd)
O da, gangster Ganxsta koji će vas doći posjetiti
Na ovom sranju koje zovete hip-hop, dobilo je novu funkciju
Kad se počnem kretati, gorljivo sam usredotočen
Imam jak apetit za uništenjem, rekao sam to
Zbog mene tražite zaklon, ova glazba brojčano umire
Ali vi ne želite stati i zapitati se i priznati da ste opčinjeni
Jer ste ušli u posao i mislili da ste neki kurac
I posvjedočili tom smijehu, vaše pičke ne vrijede ni kurca!
Mi gangsteri prvo pucamo pa kasnije postavljamo pitanja
Svi ti imitatori koji paradiraju kao da su neki igrači
Koji pokušavaju spasiti hip-hop, no zadaća je puno veća
Jer mi smo staromodni i vuče nas lojalnost
Ne govorim ako me uhvate i nije me briga ako me ubiju
Osjećam se kao gangster i ne bojim se kad drugi umiru
Napravio sam puni krug s drugovima za krv spremnima
Sad sam na misiji 8 milja* s Cypressom* i pravim gangsterima
 
(Refren)
Promijenit će se, jer mi se ne igramo
Ne mrdamo ni mi ni oni, ne izgovaramo imena
Sranje više nije isto kad se puca iz kalašnjikova, jer
Hip-hop je u alarmantnom stanju
Ne radi se o hip-hopu jer ti su dani prošli
Ne radi se o dobrom repanju da bi se zadobilo poštovanje
Radi se o borbi za život i izbjegavanju smrti
Jer hip-hop je u alarmantnom stanju
 
Submitted by zhabba on Tue, 25/06/2013 - 07:15
Last edited by zhabba on Thu, 27/06/2013 - 13:38
Author's comments:

http://rapgenius.com/Eminem-9-1-1-lyrics
* - članovi grupe Boo Yaa T.R.I.B.E. su porijeklom sa Samoe
*D-Bo - njemački reper koji je pomogao širenju europske rap glazbe
*Tweezy - D12, Eminemova grupa
*Obie - Obie Trice, reper koji je potpisao ugovor s Eminemovom diskografskom kućom
*8 milja - cesta u Detroitu, Eminem je snimio istoimeni poluautobiografski film i pjesmu
*Cypress - Cypress Hill, B-Realova grupa

English

911

[Intro - Eminem]
WAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!! {*laughs*}
Guess who's back?!?!
Mommy! We're home!!
Say hello to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress Hill
Everybody! Put your hands where my eyes can see!!!
 
[Verse - Eminem]
Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as fuck
Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie there won't be no ho in us
They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us
It's funny, I guess money does have its advantages
And it isn't that we just think that we can't be touched
It's not like we're just feeling ourselves that much
It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it
Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that
You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
That you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it
No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shit
And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it
The noise from (?) be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
Till the club closes, and clears out
And that's when they see you flatened
Nobody saw it happen, all cause your jaws are flapping
And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping
It ain't about the music no more, it's bout trying to show off
And it feels like any minute the bomb is bout to go off
 
[Hook - Eminem]
Shit's about to change, cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911
 
[Verse - B-Real]
Step off my holster cause shit it's getting serious
All theses drugs you be fucking with make you delirious
Thinking you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curious
How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?
Some people can never fade us, that make us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious
We living for real and others just making the stories up
Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks
If you take a fucking minute to think about what you've done
When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches til there is none
I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my thumb
Silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my riches
Your game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon
 
[Hook]
About to change, cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911
 
[Verse - Ganxsta Ridd]
Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit you call hip-hop, this function is where did it
When I - put it in motion, my focus is getting branded
My appetite for destruction is blasted because I said it
Got you - stumbling for cover, this music dying in numbers
But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamour
When you - enter the business you thinking you running shit
You witness that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit!
We gangstas we blast first, ask questions later
All these - imitators parading like they some playas
Trying to - save hip-hop the task is something greater
Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty motivaters
Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not caring
I'm riding a - gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying
I'm in a - full circle with homies that's supposed to bleed
On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s
 
[Hook]
About to change, cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin sprayed cause
Hip-hop is in a state of 911
It ain't about hip-hop, cause those days are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped, and get dropped to the floor
Cause hip-hop is in a state of 911
 
Submitted by zhabba on Mon, 24/06/2013 - 18:26
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