8Ball & MJG - Kick That Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Poetry sayer, true player
Hay cheifa, reefer cheifa
Taking niggas deeper
Creep ya, to retrieve the - sticky leaf uh
8-B-A-Double-L is written on my [?] name
Of the coast to coast, host with the most
Transparency, meaning you can't see me like a ghost
Fire from the everlasting burning in my head
Creating tablets with commandments from the shit I said
Funk banger, bowling ball nut swanger
Making rythms using blues but I'm not a singer
Call me the fat mac - cooling, smoking indo
Able to make you ho pussy hotter than tabasco
Heart stopper, cause I'm such a shit popper
Bet your dissing gon' be waking up with Jimmy Hoffa
Shut the trash up - bitch, point your ass up
Kicking that shit is an event I just can't pass up

[Hook: 8Ball & MJG]
When the shit jumps off
What you gonna do
What you gonna do
Kick that shit

If a nigga player hates
Don't let it pass
What you gonna do
Kick that shit

If player hating turns into violating
What you gonna do
Kick that shit

Man it's all up to you
What you gonna do
What you gonna do
Kick that shit

[Verse 2: MJG]
Here comes the motherfucking only
Just mack the phonies
Prepare your bitches for stitches
The rubberhead dick is digging digits
For riches, [?] emergency
Could it be that the gigolo comes out of me
I'm MJG, the connoiseur, entrepreneur
I lure a brick back to the house and let the freaks do her
I'm going blind, the smoke is thick
It's getting cloudy, I'm out this motherfucker, nigga [?]
Now look who's in house, make me lend her
More bullets, more, quicker than the whole crowd saw me pull it
Cap 'em high, watch me shake 'em low, cause I think 'em go crazy
Screaming, pay me, that nigga lazy
P-Funk, hit like a tree trunk [?]
Too much and, mister cuphand, now he reaching
Sneaking, constantly peeping, looking for [?]
She need to comprehend with the shit that I be kicking

[Bridge x8]
Fuck it up y'all

[Hook: 8Ball & MJG]

[Verse 3: 8Ball]
Here it is once again - it's 8Bizzal
Flipping the funky flavor with a pause
Dog, what you say? Nigga, what?
You mad cause I boned and broke you little slut?
Fool, what you expect?
I really hope a sucker get in the range of my scope uh
I told you that I would blow your ass all the way
Skippety-bop with my Glock like Cab Calloway
Smiling, profiling, teeth glistening
Talking like I'm whispering cause everybody's listening
Mentioning how I'm venturing into Michigan
Third under my belt, and it's still Suave click again
Hear me, nigga fear me - don't come near me
Santa, with anna dropping bombs down your chimney
[?], tech gripper, [?]
Send a nigga six feet in a box [?] tangler

[Verse 4: MJG]
They call me fucking G.I
Left all the trees high, since I was knee-high
I rampage a room full of bitches, fuck a [?]
[?]
While they rest they chin on my inner thigh and
Really try and [?]
The kinda feel to need to make a nigga believe you
And did you [?]
I [?], that motherfuckin shit stuck and
My past shit sent to ruin, ain't true and
You and your whole agenda must surrender
Remember, I strike so hard I knock you down like timber
Relaxing, continue stacking multiple ends
Ain't looking to find a way to flip my dividends again
Mr. Mackin, pistol packin' straight jackin'
The shit out of a niggas anus, make you famous
The [?] last night and too many fighting
[?], wig splitting, he died shitting

[Bridge x16]

[Hook: 8Ball & MJG]