B-Real - All Black Everything [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: B Real]
All black everything, just like paint
Rolling down the block, I'm cruising
Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East
I'm moving, I'm moving
East and the East and the killers in the West
Just get smoking
Why you fucking with stress?

[Verse 1: B Real]
Break in my line if you don't know the dock
Get in line, don't fuck around looking for my crop
Get dumb as the one that's the rise to the top
Product of Versace I'mma hit you with the Glock
Bitch we riding high, we keep stacking
Money like coats in closets, keep racking
Backs like Cali quakes, keep cracking
Skilled what the doctor know, what up with no slacking

[Hook: B Real]
All black everything, just like paint
Rolling down the block, I'm cruising
Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East
I'm moving, I'm moving
East and the East and the killers in the West
Just get smoking
Why you fucking with stress?

[Verse 2: Snow Tha Product]
Killer in the game and the one finna pop
So don't mind if I come around, spend a little guap
Snow been the chick, all these rap bitches jock
All these bum bitches, I'm the cream of the crop
Look I'm riding 'round, I been got it
Robbing these banks, these dudes, and these pockets
All of these hating bitches still watching
But I don't get no pay for no talking
Constant

[Hook: B Real]
All black everything, just like paint
Rolling down the block, I'm cruising
Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East
I'm moving, I'm moving
East and the East and the killers in the West
Just get smoking
Why you fucking with stress?

[Verse 3: Demrick]
Couple rolled up for the road
Hotbox any spot that I go
Yah
Steamed like a pot on the stove
Chase that with a shot of Patron
Fuck stacking my papers
But that just assesses I make it
I know boy it's coming
You don't like where I'm at
Then I know for a fact
People really hate what I'm becoming
I came in this game with a flow and a flame
Never go'n switch man the story's the same
Drinking this liquor, I fuck with my niggas
I always deliver, that's not gonna change
Ribs on a raise, tits on a frame
Jet fuel on a plane
Her ass is ridic, she grabbed on my stick
Trying drive me insane

[Hook: B Real]
All black everything, just like paint
Rolling down the block, I'm cruising
Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East
I'm moving, I'm moving
East and the East and the killers in the West
Just get smoking
Why you fucking with stress?