BeatKing - Don King [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[First instrumental]

[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Keke already warned me that bitches ain't shit
DJ Screw in my cup and your bitch on my dick
And my dick by my pistol
Pocket full of issues
Studewood I rep that eight in my clique too
Fat nigga, 6'2
Got all the hoes, this true
Fuck your bitch send her back to as [?] to kiss you
Bitch my flow sick fluid
15's in my fucking trunk
C3E run the fucking city, I don't see no fucking comp
Feeding rap over this beat like Keke did in '96
My lines sick
VIP Club with a fine bitch
Talk down and meet me
Street sweeper, [?]
Control of the needed people
Flow eat people, Hannibal
Yella bitches on my dick
Now where was your four years ago
When I was in the Buick going through it
Now they call me baby like I'm in a stroller
They know I got my door up
They smile when I roll up
Club God bitch, the whole clubb screaming hold up
When my clique we shine harder than six suns
Fucked your bitch the first night, she made you wait six months
We don't love these hoes like we don't love these laws
Ridin' round in these new white cop car

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2: BeatKing]
This is some grey tape shit, some 288 shit
Ferrari look like a genesis
My slab look like a spaceship
Balling like I'm Mason
Bad bitches chasin'
Fuck niggas talk shit on twitter, but they don't wanna face him
My show are yellow taped in
Studewood embracin'
Bad bitches all the way up to niggas in the state pen
Keke said I was killin' these clubs and respects what he sees
I told him a beat he can't get for free, cause he's a legend to me
Shootout to the SUC from Pokey to ESG
Talk down get your ass beat like a VST
That Glock 40 black like a PS3
Studewood on my back like 3X tee
Got your bitch in my hotel room, sippin' purple
Sucking dick while I'm watching [P90X?] commercials
Freestyle no rehearsal, bitch I'm the king at this
Nut in your bitch face and ain't seen her since
Club God all I do is fuck hoes and eat Dennys
Got three freaks with men you don't like that
You can eat semi baow

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 3: BeatKing]
Peepin' in my window, month of December
3am freestyle on, got these hoes on my zipper
Scrollin' through my twitter, lookin' for a flipper
If she got a weak mind, then I prolly pimp her
Rock out with my dick out like I'm Stiffler
Yella bitch got three yellow friends look like the Simpsons
My two year old hollin' while I'm freestylin'
But I'm still fly (G til the day that I die)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 4: BeatKing]
Got to be a G, one of the realest in it
Niggas like to see you grindin', but niggas don't like to see you winnin'
Them same hoes from highschool that told me and Carter was wack
They all in the clubs [?] 09 all them bitches fat
Inhale or debreath a fail
I pay all my momma's bills and I get checks in the mail
Get sex in hotels all over the country
To say hold up and grab my dick, these promoters pay me money
Haters can't grip that, so I sit back and think
Back when I had that [?] shirt
Walking around with headphones listen to all my beats at work
Tryna come up with a plan, for me and C3E and it worked
Everybody that ever said I couldn't do shit, ain't shit now
And they forgot what they said
But the shit they said is forever up in my head
And I use that shit today and to the day that I'm dead