Official Music Video
Cramp Twins by Russ
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Russ & Buni:]
M Splash that up, we don't fold
Gun lean on any postcode
Young man don't run
Back it out splash inject in lungs
[Buni:]
M Splash that up, we don't fold
Gun lean on any postcode
Put backs on curbs for my bros
2 splash for screaming that show
Anything opp get Poled
Back road or the main road
Mind what you say 'bout bro
Corn gon' bruck mans bone
Pull up on opps like 'yo'
The whole of them dash like bolt
Big skeng with the largest coat
Fish man till man do float
These neeks can't stick to the code
I'll dig man up on my own
Big pump got nose for your hose
Get put to sleep with a rose
If an opp got touched, we did it
Team nolack stay with it
Should've trigger finger man itch it
Real mad an can't stop fidget
Take a trip there and bill it
Shotty same height like midget
You're on who, please don't jim it
Check the scoreboard, its getting pathetic
Beef don't ever get deaded
Only opp boys get deaded
New hand ting, man test it
Close one eye then press it
In jail, see opps, I set it
Now they warn' dead it and beg it
If there's a hundred man I might leg it
But come back, there's nothing but kweffings
[Russ:]
If there's a hundred man I might leg it
Come back to your front door and shell it
Anything B get burn, man wet it
Pull out my shank, grip firm and swing
Fuck up the trap, fly birds and ting
Free up my darg, bro got ten bings
Fuck up the trap, fly birds and ting
Free up my darg, bros locked in bins
Young man don't run
Back it out splash inject in lungs
Splash my flow punk, S1 you cunt
Suck on your mum you soon get bun
Anything opp get burst, skrrr
Pull up and tear mans shirt, uhrr
Was it Russian? Like 'duh', nerds
Fuck up the trap, fly birds, burr
Splash it, make man run like fassy
Yatty, Brown skin, breast and batty
Ding-dong ting with scrammy
Roll up, smoke that patty
Make man run like bolt
Whip skengs out of my coat
Samurai, samurai swords and poles
Bad B, ten-ten blows
Saw me, saw me, dem man froze
Ain't on piss, they're jokes
From the window, shh got smoked
I'm in Grove when Tizz got poked
Tactics they can't hack it
Hattrick, pending package
Chestshot, make man backflip
Back it, boom collapse him
[Russ & Buni:]
M Splash that up, we don't fold
Gun lean on any postcode
Young man don't run
Back it out splash inject in lungs
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Cramp Twins by Russ
Cramp Twins* (original Russ)
[Russ & Buni:]
M Splash that up, we don't fold
Gun lean on any postcode
Young man don't run
Back it out splash inject in lungs
[Buni:]
M Splash that up, we don't fold
Gun lean on any postcode
Put backs on curbs for my bros
2 splash for screaming that show
Anything opp get Poled
Back road or the main road
Mind what you say 'bout bro
Corn gon' bruck mans bone
Pull up on opps like 'yo'
The whole of them dash like bolt
Big skeng with the largest coat
Fish man till man do float
These neeks can't stick to the code
I'll dig man up on my own
Big pump got nose for your hose
Get put to sleep with a rose
If an opp got touched, we did it
Team nolack stay with it
Should've trigger finger man itch it
Real mad an can't stop fidget
Take a trip there and bill it
Shotty same height like midget
You're on who, please don't jim it
Check the scoreboard, its getting pathetic
Beef don't ever get deaded
Only opp boys get deaded
New hand ting, man test it
Close one eye then press it
In jail, see opps, I set it
Now they warn' dead it and beg it
If there's a hundred man I might leg it
But come back, there's nothing but kweffings
[Russ:]
If there's a hundred man I might leg it
Come back to your front door and shell it
Anything B get burn, man wet it
Pull out my shank, grip firm and swing
Fuck up the trap, fly birds and ting
Free up my darg, bro got ten bings
Fuck up the trap, fly birds and ting
Free up my darg, bros locked in bins
Young man don't run
Back it out splash inject in lungs
Splash my flow punk, S1 you cunt
Suck on your mum you soon get bun
Anything opp get burst, skrrr
Pull up and tear mans shirt, uhrr
Was it Russian? Like 'duh', nerds
Fuck up the trap, fly birds, burr
Splash it, make man run like fassy
Yatty, Brown skin, breast and batty
Ding-dong ting with scrammy
Roll up, smoke that patty
Make man run like bolt
Whip skengs out of my coat
Samurai, samurai swords and poles
Bad B, ten-ten blows
Saw me, saw me, dem man froze
Ain't on piss, they're jokes
From the window, shh got smoked
I'm in Grove when Tizz got poked
Tactics they can't hack it
Hattrick, pending package
Chestshot, make man backflip
Back it, boom collapse him
[Russ & Buni:]
M Splash that up, we don't fold
Gun lean on any postcode
Young man don't run
Back it out splash inject in lungs
Cramp Twins (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Russ y Buni:]
M Salpica eso, no nos doblamos
Apuntando con el arma en cualquier código postal
Joven, no corras
Sácalo, salpica, inyecta en los pulmones
[Buni:]
M Salpica eso, no nos doblamos
Apuntando con el arma en cualquier código postal
Ponemos espaldas en las aceras por mis hermanos
Dos salpicaduras por gritar ese espectáculo
Cualquier rival es apaleado
Carretera secundaria o la principal
Cuidado con lo que dices de mi hermano
Las balas van a romper los huesos
Llegamos a los rivales como 'yo'
Todos ellos corren como un rayo
Gran arma con el abrigo más grande
Pescar al hombre hasta que flote
Estos tontos no pueden seguir el código
Los desenterraré yo solo
Gran escopeta tiene nariz para tu manguera
Ser puesto a dormir con una rosa
Si un rival fue tocado, lo hicimos nosotros
El equipo sin carencias se mantiene
Debería haber picado el dedo del gatillo
Realmente loco y no puede parar de moverse
Haz un viaje allí y enróllalo
Escopeta de la misma altura que un enano
¿Con quién estás? Por favor, no lo arruines
Mira el marcador, se está volviendo patético
La disputa nunca muere
Solo los chicos rivales mueren
Nueva pistola, la probamos
Cierra un ojo y luego aprieta
En la cárcel, veo rivales, lo provoco
Ahora advierten que lo matarán y lo rogarán
Si hay cien hombres, podría huir
Pero al volver, no hay nada más que matanzas
[Russ:]
Si hay cien hombres, podría huir
Vuelve a tu puerta principal y dispárale
Cualquier B se quema, lo mojamos
Saco mi cuchillo, agarro firme y balanceo
Joder la trampa, volar pájaros y cosas
Libera a mi amigo, mi hermano tiene diez años
Joder la trampa, volar pájaros y cosas
Libera a mi amigo, mis hermanos encerrados en celdas
Joven, no corras
Sácalo, salpica, inyecta en los pulmones
Salpica mi estilo, punk, S1 cabrón
Chúpale a tu madre, pronto te quemarás
Cualquier rival es reventado, skrrr
Llegamos y rasgamos la camisa del hombre, uhrr
¿Fue ruso? Como 'duh', nerds
Joder la trampa, volar pájaros, brrr
Salpícalo, haz que el hombre corra como un cobarde
Chica, piel morena, pecho y trasero
Cosa ding-dong con cuchillo
Llega, fuma esa empanada
Haz que el hombre corra como un rayo
Saco armas de mi abrigo
Samurái, espadas samurái y palos
Chica mala, golpes perfectos
Me vieron, me vieron, esos hombres se congelaron
No están en serio, son bromas
Desde la ventana, shh fue fumado
Estoy en Grove cuando a Tizz lo apuñalaron
Tácticas que no pueden soportar
Hat-trick, paquete pendiente
Disparo en el pecho, haz que el hombre dé un salto hacia atrás
Sácalo, boom, derrúmbalo
[Russ y Buni:]
M Salpica eso, no nos doblamos
Apuntando con el arma en cualquier código postal
Joven, no corras
Sácalo, salpica, inyecta en los pulmones
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