Amber London - '94 Cool Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Watch me do number 2 take a dump on your shit
I ain't talking Jersey Shore, fist pump on a bitch
And the pump in the whip
Plus I bump in the streets
Ho I'm fly, got niggas ready to jump on my tip
Who this, new booty no nudist the only one who knew this
Pockets chubby like a Buddhist
On my to-do list
Hula-hooping hooping goin stupid
I'm a student to the game
But the way I flow is foolish
'94 cool shit
Rocking Gucci fuck you hoochies who she? Amber London
Too G The next one who be smoking like Snoopy ooweee
Niggas can't handle it, shit vandalist, all black keep the candles lit
Got the problem? Got the 45 and the clip
Got the good ass aim and the panda grip

[Hook]
24's, x-cons, codeine in my cup, good weed from the Mexicans
We next to come, ya nigga we next to come
I hang with dogs boy, and they coming at your necks for lunch
New gold chain with the diamond cut!
Bitch it's all that, bitch it's all that
New Gucci purse with the leather clutch!
Bitch it's all that, bitch it's all that

[Verse 2]
I am that bitch
I keep it simple I ain't average
Dope like I got mad bricks
Balling like a Maverick
Get fucked you ain't had dick
I am so established
On that weed like a addict
That ass whipped
As I ride like a pro rolling on vogues
As I give it to you negroes and hoes
Diggity dig that
Sit back 'fo you get kidnapped
Off up in these streets
This that colour purple flow
I go harpo when I beat
Bitches hate, niggas hate
They go taco when they beef
You almost there, Amber London how could you not go to the peak?
Actin like you macho like you gotchos and not go in them streets
Act like you hot ho this the kitchen and you not go in that heat

[Hook]
24's x-cons, codeine in my cup, good weed from the Mexicans
We next to come, ya nigga we next to come
I hang with dogs boy, and they coming at your necks for lunch
New gold chain with the diamond cut!
Bitch it's all that, bitch it's all that
New Gucci purse with the leather clutch!
Bitch it's all that, bitch it's all that

[Verse 3]
My bitches g'd up!
Tell them niggas roll that weed up
These other hoes can't keep up
They jealous we ain't rockin that cheap stuff
We set it off in this bitch
You be acting latifa(?)
They see me comin'
They know I'm bunnin'
This shit I'm too gone
Bitch you hear the bass drummin'
Don't tell me nuthin'
These other rappers frontin'
Yeah it's Amber London, boy

24's, candy do's, rolling up, dope as fuck
Outside cherry red, inside coconut
My team ball sceens fall paint dripping off the 'lac
Speakers bumping in the back
Bitch it's all that