207 Thugs - Chronic Craig [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Growing these trees to make that cheese
Selling those keys to make this cheese
Scopin' out bitches' tits to squeeze
Get down on your knees bitch, and suck on deez
Nuts on your chin while I'm sportin' a grin
Smoke another blunt and then I'm sip, sip, sippin'
On that sizzurp, smokin' purp, inhale the smoke until I burp
I herp and I derp all over the track
I don't like Jesus cause that shit is wack
I'm addicted to crack and to smack cause i got the fat stacks
And i got a brick of hash in my backpack
I got the chronic and I'll bring the keg
Don't fuck around, you'll get cracked like an egg
Bitch ass niggas, that's that shit I don't like
Your girl got more rides than a fuckin' mountain bike
Chronic Craig mothafucka, I'm the leader of the 4th Reich

Chronic Craig nigga aka Craig Christ
Brother of Jesus except I'm twice as nice
I'm selling blue dream nigga 50 a slice
I'll smoke spice, stick your fuckin' head in a vice
And my advice to you is to not fuck with the Two Man Crew
Cause they will kill you and they don't like Jews
Dissect your brain, cook it up like beef stew
Cannibalistic and animalistic
Your life is worthless, you're just a statistic
I'm the sadistic mystic, artistic and autistic, narcissistic, pessimistic, my knowledge is holistic
I sell chronic that's a fuckin' guarantee
Smoke too many blunts, my eyes are red, I can not see
You say "drugs are bad" and I disagree
I'm smoking DMT, smoking PCP, dropping LSD in my E-Y-E
123 it's a murdering spree, 456 selling bricks and turning tricks
789 brainwashed by the dollar sign, the whole world is fucked, it's just a sign of the times